Yeahp, I finally went to the party I had been evading in the last three years and it wasn’t a disappointment. Here are the top three reactions:
- Oh, they take the theme seriously.
The theme was Olympia so we were supposed to dress up as Greek gods and goddesses. I absolutely love Greek mythology but I was feeling a little rebellious so instead, I showed up in a classic gray and black empire-cut dress.
Well, actually, it was only partly because I was feeling rebellious. It was mostly because I hate white dresses. Being a five-feet tall lady with a baby face, wearing a white frock makes me look like a thirteen-year-old on her Confirmation day.
In my obnoxious dark dress and plum and pink makeup, I certainly looked awkward in a sea of white and gold. Well, at least my shoes were gold (they are flats, by the way). Ha!
- Uh, they call that dancing?
Ahh, drunk dancing — that’s what it’s called. It was really amusing to watch your friends in their wildest on the dance floor.
Who’s that already sprawled on the floor? The party’s barely started!
Look at that. I don’t think he can feel his limbs anymore. Haha.
Wait… OH MY G — is that lap dancing? *covers eyes*
It was fun, really, until they drag you in. I wasn’t prepared for that. I know basic chachacha and samba but they wouldn’t work with EDM. Really, I tried. So I just clapped me hands and joined the train (which seems to be a party staple anywhere). After a being a killjoy in the past three years, that’s the least I can do for my friends.
- These cocktails are nice.
Especially the mango-flavored one. I would have had more if only my legs did not start feeling like jelly. But I still prefer Shirley Temple though. I miss fishing the cherry at the bottom of the glass — just the best reward for enduring alcohol.
But nobody seemed to mind what they were being served. They just drank and drank until they’re tipsy enough to do drunk dancing (see #2 above). They seemed to have so much fun. I am happy for them.
To be honest, it was not really one of the greatest times in my life. But it was fun, in a way, and my friends loved that I gave in this time. It was just that I am still not ready to let myself loose. I guess I am really not made to be wild. It’s fine, isn’t it? 🙂