Around The World
As I approached the party I could hear the blasting music all the way from the street. When I reached the back of the house to enter I could distinguish the song that was playing; it was Its good to be King by Tom Petty. After waiting in a line to enter I was finally in the loud, crowded house. Upon my arrival the host of the party informed me that there were no cups left, and that I would have to look for one. So I handed him my money as I was shoved into the next room by other arriving guest, eager to enter. Every person there was present for their own personal reasons.
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Whether these reason be social or simply for entertainment no one could tell. The only thing we all had in common was our goal to consume alcohol. As soon as I walked in the room I immediately could see and smell the smoke that was lingering in the air around the house. I was handed a cup by a friend. Looking into it to see if it had been used, we both shrugged and turned towards the basement. As I pushed my way through the crowd to look for the keg I immediately knew it was in the corner because of the crowd surrounding it.
Once I reached the eg, I found myself waiting once again for my beer. The person who was filling up the cups was not filling them first come first serve. He would fill the cups of his friends first, then the girls, and then if he had to fill up his own cup he would. While doing this he was talking his friend whose job it was to pump the keg when needed. People were sticking their cups in front of the tap as if they were fighting for food, and they hadnt eaten for days. There must of have been twenty people all forcing their cups in the general area of the tap.
Once I had my beverage, I decided to go visit the rooms to see what kind of alcohol was being served. This party was an around the world party which meant that every room had a different theme and appropriate drinks to the theme could be found there. My first stop was Jamaica. When I entered the room the first thing I saw was this guy dressed up like a native Jamaican, appropriate to the theme of the room. He had on a bright tie-dyed shirt with a dread locked wig. On his head was a woven beret with green, yellow, and red stripes around it. Bob Marley was playing to portray the Jamaica spirit.
As I waited in another line I noticed the girls in front of me were celebrating a birthday. After their shots were poured, they toasted their friend and drank their shots. Once they were done with their shots it was obvious that none of them enjoyed it because of their facial expressions. Their expressions were ones similar to a young child who had just drank medicine forced down his throat by his mother. After I had my shot I thought I would go and visit the other places that this party had to offer. After leaving the room I walked down the hallway and saw this sign that said The Wild West.
The bartender was wearing a ten gallon hat, blue denim button down shirt, and a red bandanna wrapped around his neck. The drink he had to offer was Wild Turkey mixed with orange juice. I decided to try the wild turkey, and after I drank it, I found that it tasted like a Tootsie Roll. After sampling my drink I went up stairs. On my way up the stairs I had to walk side ways making sure not to bump into the traffic that was going down the stairs. I made a right turn to Russia. The bartender was not in costume nor was there any music playing. The drink that was being served was vodka with a lemon slice dipped in sugar.
The only indication that I had that I was in Russia was a sign above the door that spelled Russia in yellow letters. I was not impressed by this setup so I decided to go visit other places of the world. I proceeded to walk down the hall and I ended up in Compton. This bartender was dressed up like a gangster. He was wearing a blue and white flannel shirt that only had the top button buttoned, a black bandanna with a backwards black hat over top of it, and a pair of oversized jeans. The beverage that was served here was gin and juice, and the song that was playing was Sipping on Gin and Juice.
I then made a right turn walked up another flight of stairs and found myself in New Orleans. There were Mardi Gras beads hanging on the walls, others were worn by the guests. The drink that was served was some peculiar red drink. I decide to try one out. The bartender that was not dressed up for his surroundings dispensed my drink from a spring water dispenser and handed me my shot. After consuming my drink I was a little skeptical about how much alcohol was actually in it, because it asted like fruit punch that had not been spiked.
After visiting the different rooms I went downstairs in the kitchen to rest and socialize. Some time has passed by and people were now beginning to become more sociable. As I sat on the counter top I noticed that there was a bathroom and there was a line of girls anxiously waiting to get in. While they were waiting one of them was talking about how she dislikes men, and how men acted toward women. Everyone was talking to each other openly, and it was obvious that people were becoming intoxicated. Shortly after I observed this I noticed a guy who seemed to be angry.
He looked like he wanted to kill someone. He picked up a bottle and smashed it against the wall with fury. Shortly after that, the bartender that was in Compton approached him and told him to calm down or he would be escorted out. When I was leaving the party it was virtually empty. There were only about thirty people left in the house. These people were really drunk, and in need to go home and sober up. One particular girl tried striking up a conversation. However, she was unable to fully complete her sentences.
The amusing thing is that she needed the help of her friends to stand up straight. She had no idea what she was talking about. It was like talking to a toddler who had just learned how to speak. The only thing comprehendable was that she wanted to drink more, and keep on partying. Everyone who was at the party was there to drink. For some reason college students tend to drink a lot. Some might want to escape reality, others might just like to get drunk. Everyones goal was to escape from reality for a short time; whether or not it was accomplished was up to the individual.