Anecdote from the worst party I've ever been to
Walked into the party already high as fuck. It was barely eleven o’clock. Anyway, people hadn’t arrived yet, so we decided to help our friends with the preparations of the party. It was Linda, Frida, Valentina, Jocelyn (who’s not really a friend but more of an acquaintance) and us, Nicole and I. We started by making the drinks and cutting some little things that we were supposed to put on people who were wearing uniform-like clothes. Then because I was high as fuck, Frida tried to kiss me and because I was high as fuck I backed away from her. Which was a mistake I would later very much regret.
I don’t really remember the sequence of events but I remember bits and pieces. I remember sitting outside alone and hearing a conversation about how Jocelyn and her girlfriend were gonna steal some money from Campa, I remember going upstairs and laying down on Ariel’s bed while I knew that Nicole was downstairs kissing some dude and thinking how much of a loser I was that I had never actually kissed anyone, like actually kissing, because I wanted to and they wanted to as well. Reliving this is making me really sad and I’m actually thinking about my lack of romantic interactions in real life.
Anyway, I was high as fuck laying down on Ariel’s bed and I heard some disturbances outside. Campa (who was actually the person who was supposed to be making the drinks and cutting the things) had finally arrived, drunk as fuck, raging at everyone, being a menace. She started knocking on the bathroom door or pounding on the bathroom door. I was like: what the actual fuck is happening outside? So, I come out and Linda and some guy come out of the bathroom, apparently, they were about to have sex in there and Campa was really angry about it. Because Campa always tries to hook up with her ex at parties and the other organizers of the party had forbidden her from having sex at any party. I was high as fuck and went downstairs to find my friends, I stumbled into Nicole and Valentina, and I was laughing and telling them what had happened. Valentina was also angry but with Campa. She said that Campa had done nothing for the party, had arrived past one am drunk as fuck, which both of those were true, and had forbidden them from entering to the upstairs part of the house because “they weren’t organizers”.
I was more of an organizer than she was, like I literally stood on the doors letting people in and out and charging them for the cover. And where was she? Who the fuck knows, fucking bitch it’s been a year and I still fucking hate her, oh my fucking God.
Anyway, so she gets into a crazy argument with Linda in which everyone is trying to calm her down, she’s like raging. So, we go upstairs and into the bathroom where Linda and Frida are. Linda is crying and stuff and Nicole goes to hug her, and then I see her and because I’m high as fuck, I start crying with her while Valentina and Frida are trying to calm me down. Then they order me out of the bathroom and Nicole comes with me and we sit on the curb while I calm down. When everyone is finally calm, we go into Ariel’s room and we sit and chat. By this hour the drugs are wearing off, kinda, not really. Anyway, so we’re sitting and chatting and then from outside we hear this agitating, grating voice. It was Campa complaining about the bathroom not being a MOTEL. We all hear this and Nicole goes out to confront her. Campa is trying to fight Nicole as fuck and so I try to defend her because, of course I will. Valentina takes my hand and she’s like “Paulina, don’t do this. Don’t get involved”. But I’m still crying so I just say, “She’s my friend, I can’t just let her fight on her own”.
Thirty minutes later, everyone is friends again. Linda and Valentina left, Frida also left, Jocelyn left with her girlfriend, and we are the only people who we know left in the party. I’m begging Nicole to leave but she’s trying to go dance and I’m like I don’t wanna dance, I don’t even wanna be around Campa, who is being such a pick me hanging around two guys whom she probably doesn’t know. Nicole is trying to get some guys who look exactly alike, twins, to give her some instant ramen that they cooked. Keep in mind that the climate in our city is hot as fuck and humid as fuck and the house, which has air conditioning everywhere was small considering there’s at least two hundred people inside. OK, maybe not so many. But it’s gross, the floor is sticky, my throat is hoarse, it smells like broth because of the ramen, I am tired from crying and being high, and this bitch Nicole is trying to get back to the dance floor.
We finally leave and get to my house. I’m scared because my eyes are red as fuck and I think my mom is going to yell at us or something. But when we get there, she’s fast asleep. She didn’t even realize that I was gone probably, until I woke her up to tell her I arrived. Anyway, Nicole is not as high as me but for some reason she can’t speak and she’s just mumbling incoherences, I’m telling her to shut up and go to sleep and she just won’t. We finally go to sleep and we wake up fucked as fuck.
Nicole leaves like an hour later because she has work and I stay feeling sorry for myself and looking at the photos I took of myself the night before.
