Not sure you could call it a party. I hadn't been living here long and my sister invited me to a friend's house. Normally, I would bring something to drink with me but she said they had a keg. As soon as we walked in my sister disappeared with her friend into the back of the house and left me standing there with a room full of starngers. Quite literally, no one said a WORD to me. There wasn't even any place to sit. After standing ther awkwardly for about 10 minutes, I said "Tell my sister I'm in the car" and left. Of course we came in her car and I had no idea where we were so I couldn't even start walking, didn't have enough cash for a cab and sat in her car for two hours while she drank with her friends. She knew I was out there too. She said it served me right for being antisocial.
There are reasons why she and I don't speak to one another anymore.
I went to my best friend's house for his daughter's 3rd birthday party. That house was so frickin' crowded--standing room only, wall-to-wall people--for a 3 year-old. The mom's family is ultra-religious and they turn everything into a formal ritual, so we couldn't start drinking until they left.
I was living in a basement apartment in the home of a guy who was on the Olympic rowing team of Canada. He had a party, and I was welcome to join, All the guys were these muscular athletic hunks, and all the girls were after muscular athletic hunks. I was a scrawny nerd. The girls ignored me, and the guys did not think I was cool enough.
I went to a party for a one year old child given by a couple who'd recently gone Born-again Christian, were Vegans, and were about two weeks on the wagon.
The whole thing made you want to start yelling "What the **** he's one. He mother****ing one year old!" and start chucking humus and carrot cake about the place.
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