straighty party
my friend ashley is the first person i befriended on the AU campus. last summer we were both trying to find our classroom but seemed to be having a hard time of it. joining forces, we were still long in finding the classroom, but became instant friends. out of all the people i’ve met, she, so far, is the only one to go from school friend to friend friend.
so she invited me and mikey to her housewarming party up on the roof of her new apartment building just across from the woodley metro stop. mikey at first did not want to go. in the car he did not want to go. on the street he did not want to go. he basically suffered an anxiety attack over this even though this was his age bracket, not mine. as we crossed the street to the building, we sort of merged with some douchey straight people who were clearly also going to a party.
quote mikey: ‘oh god, i hope they aren’t going to the same party’
i get it. ashley is young, about 25, and while she may not be, i’m sure many of her friends are in that post college/still in college social scene where they drink natty lite and go out in adams morgan. and these people were going to the same party. they carried random cans of natty lite and beast in plastic bags as if they just grabbed a handful from their beer fridge that sits to the left of the couch and serves as an end table or sits under their loft bed and is used as a desk.
but the party was fun and the apartment looked great. ashley hanged with us the whole time as if she was relieved that she no longer had to hang with some of the uh characters already there: first there was law school prep who dropped the words “law school” every chance he got though i’m not sure if he was actually in law school yet. and he looked gay. then there was hippy neighbor who came over, introduced himself and then abruptly walked away. there was roommate carly who will forever be referred to as icarly and was pretty cool. she even had her own mini-me who i thought was maybe her sister, but turns out it was just a smaller genetic replica of icarly. then there was “brian with a y” who was not unlike the character of Duckie from Pretty in Pink. he seemed so desperately into ashley but gay at the same time. and he kept talking about his columbian girlfriend and the major heartache she caused him and now he “can identify with Captain Ahab from Moby Dick”. or something. he said it not me, but i played along. he liked to start conversations like “everyone should tell about their favorite book they’ve read this year and we’ll go in a circle!” if it was any topic other than books i’d probably kill him.
my new favorite drink is the Pink Panty Dropper and it’s made with cheap vodka, cheap beer and lemonade. mixed.
oh and one guy described something that made him happy as a “clit tickler”.
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