okay, so about the party
(Continuing with my description of last weekends events...)
Anyway, we hung out at my friends place for awhile then we headed down the road to the party. It was one of those types where anyone who wants to drink goes upstairs, buys a cup, and then go downstairs and get beer directly from a tap. Like I said, I'm not really much of a drinker, especially since all the beer I've ever tried tasted like crap, so I didn't get anything (had about five different people ask me "Where's your cup" while the party was going on.)
The party itself: most of the people where in the basement, the basement was kind of neat, part of it was decorated like a beach, with the walls painted blue with clouds and stuff, and they even had REAL sand on the floor and inflatible toys and whatnot.
Music wasn't too bad, but so loud I had to literally yell in someone's ear in order to talk to them. (I guess social interaction isn't high on list of things to do at parties like this.) Did feel a bit ackward at times, I didn't really know a lot of people, so I just kind of stood around (trying to) listen to other people as they chatted away.
Coolest part of the night was I got hugged repeatedly by a drunk chick.
Sadly, I couldn't stay very long cause i had to wake up early the next day and go to work. I'm told I wished a couple of a cool things after I left (figures).
There wer a few really interesting things that did occur...
At one point I went upstairs and my friend was there, and we're hanging in the kitchen chatting. We're right by the doorframe that leads to the living room, and across from where I was standing there was a bar with several people sitting around it, including a young lady. Well, I'm talking to Ben, and suddenly she winks at me.
Now, I guess most "normal" guys at this point would think, 'All right, the chick digs me!" and go in for the kill at something like this, but to me, the scenerio reminded me too much of high school, and the various pranks I was the butt of during those years. After she winked the girl would turn to the guy next to her and saying something, I could see her laughing a bit.
Unsure of what to do, I pretended I didn't see her and kept talking with my friend. She winked again, and again, no response. Told my friend what was going on, and he just kind of shrugged, not sure what to make of it (that or too sloshed to form a rational thought one way or another, I'm not sure which.)
Basically, I just went back to the basement and hung out there for a bit, hoping to see the drunk lady again. Dunno, maybe I should have walked in said, "HI", introduced myself, offered my hand, and then shook (and kissed hers) but I couldn't shake the feeling I was being set up for something...
Later one this one guy kept talking to me, he's like, "Hey, man, what's you name again, Tony?" and I go, "Uh, no... Mike."
And he's like, "Oh, okay... man, you're tall! How tall are you, six foot nine?"
"No," I said, "More like six foot six..."
"You should play football!"
(Oh boy, haven't heard THAT one in awhile...)
I'm like, "Dude, I don't play sports very well, that was my brothers thing."
"Dude, you don't have to play it well, you could be a lineman, no one would get past you..."
And he goes on and on about what a great football I'd make. Then he says, "Do you know Coach Kill?" (the football coach at the university, and yes, his last name really is "Kill") I said, "Uh, I've heard of him. I don't know him though."
"I know him! I couldn't introduce you to him, pull some strings, get you on the team!"
At this point I'm thinking, "Okay... is this some sort of gay come on, thing? Cause I don't really go that way, fella..."
The whole conversation was starting to creep me out a bit, I mean, I'm not used to total strangers talking to me, period, much less trying to push into sports.
"I could be your contractor! You've got potential, man, never let anyone tell you otherwise." He gestured around the room, "All these other people, none of them have potential..."
Er... okay, I thought.
"Well, listen man, I gotta go, but you remember what I said... what's you name again, Tony?"
"Yeah, that's it..." I said, for some reason not feeling the need to correct him.
And then he left... so I don't know what the hell that was about. My friends assures me some people just say weird shi when they're drunk...
Shoot, I'll tired, have to mention the other stuff later...
Anyway, we hung out at my friends place for awhile then we headed down the road to the party. It was one of those types where anyone who wants to drink goes upstairs, buys a cup, and then go downstairs and get beer directly from a tap. Like I said, I'm not really much of a drinker, especially since all the beer I've ever tried tasted like crap, so I didn't get anything (had about five different people ask me "Where's your cup" while the party was going on.)
The party itself: most of the people where in the basement, the basement was kind of neat, part of it was decorated like a beach, with the walls painted blue with clouds and stuff, and they even had REAL sand on the floor and inflatible toys and whatnot.
Music wasn't too bad, but so loud I had to literally yell in someone's ear in order to talk to them. (I guess social interaction isn't high on list of things to do at parties like this.) Did feel a bit ackward at times, I didn't really know a lot of people, so I just kind of stood around (trying to) listen to other people as they chatted away.
Coolest part of the night was I got hugged repeatedly by a drunk chick.
Sadly, I couldn't stay very long cause i had to wake up early the next day and go to work. I'm told I wished a couple of a cool things after I left (figures).
There wer a few really interesting things that did occur...
At one point I went upstairs and my friend was there, and we're hanging in the kitchen chatting. We're right by the doorframe that leads to the living room, and across from where I was standing there was a bar with several people sitting around it, including a young lady. Well, I'm talking to Ben, and suddenly she winks at me.
Now, I guess most "normal" guys at this point would think, 'All right, the chick digs me!" and go in for the kill at something like this, but to me, the scenerio reminded me too much of high school, and the various pranks I was the butt of during those years. After she winked the girl would turn to the guy next to her and saying something, I could see her laughing a bit.
Unsure of what to do, I pretended I didn't see her and kept talking with my friend. She winked again, and again, no response. Told my friend what was going on, and he just kind of shrugged, not sure what to make of it (that or too sloshed to form a rational thought one way or another, I'm not sure which.)
Basically, I just went back to the basement and hung out there for a bit, hoping to see the drunk lady again. Dunno, maybe I should have walked in said, "HI", introduced myself, offered my hand, and then shook (and kissed hers) but I couldn't shake the feeling I was being set up for something...
Later one this one guy kept talking to me, he's like, "Hey, man, what's you name again, Tony?" and I go, "Uh, no... Mike."
And he's like, "Oh, okay... man, you're tall! How tall are you, six foot nine?"
"No," I said, "More like six foot six..."
"You should play football!"
(Oh boy, haven't heard THAT one in awhile...)
I'm like, "Dude, I don't play sports very well, that was my brothers thing."
"Dude, you don't have to play it well, you could be a lineman, no one would get past you..."
And he goes on and on about what a great football I'd make. Then he says, "Do you know Coach Kill?" (the football coach at the university, and yes, his last name really is "Kill") I said, "Uh, I've heard of him. I don't know him though."
"I know him! I couldn't introduce you to him, pull some strings, get you on the team!"
At this point I'm thinking, "Okay... is this some sort of gay come on, thing? Cause I don't really go that way, fella..."
The whole conversation was starting to creep me out a bit, I mean, I'm not used to total strangers talking to me, period, much less trying to push into sports.
"I could be your contractor! You've got potential, man, never let anyone tell you otherwise." He gestured around the room, "All these other people, none of them have potential..."
Er... okay, I thought.
"Well, listen man, I gotta go, but you remember what I said... what's you name again, Tony?"
"Yeah, that's it..." I said, for some reason not feeling the need to correct him.
And then he left... so I don't know what the hell that was about. My friends assures me some people just say weird shi when they're drunk...
Shoot, I'll tired, have to mention the other stuff later...