Some Party!
So yeah, the jazz band had its "third week of the the term" party and it was pretty great. The only bad thing was that there were so many goddamn people there that it was impossible to talk with anyone. The music was great and people were definitely having a really good time, but the most important person there (Selena) was with a clique of her friends. It was cool, though, I danced with her for like a half hour (well maybe "next to her" would be a better phrase). But the music was too loud and the people were shouting and yelling so profusely that I literally could not get in a word with her. I mean we were three feet away for 30 minutes but I never even could say "Hi," because it was too loud. Call me old-fashione if you will, but I like my parties small and intimate, where I know at least half the people. Sure, there were plenty of people there to talk to 'n' such, but it was so ridiculously loud that conversation was practically impossible.
I'm serious, though, Selena's friends formed this impenetrable shield around her for at least an hour. It was one of those groups that are so tightly knit that you're afraid to even dance next to them for fear of intrusion. I'd have to say the party was a success overall, seeing as I just came from it and still feel great. In case you're wondering why I left at 12:30 from a kickin' party, it was because it was almost TOO kickin'. There's such a thing as too many people (50 or 60) in a small room dancing and screaming. I'm all for enjoying yourself, but the party had reached a point where I would either be bored soon or hot or irritated with everyone soon, so I left before I got to that point. Considering my mission was to flirt and/or dance with Selena, I'd give myself a 50% out of a possible 100. I did dance with her, though, and it was nice for awhile, but there's only so much you can accomplish in terms of advancing (or starting, for that matter) a relationship without words being present. So I checked out before things got lame. If that makes me a loser, then I'm a loser.
I'm serious, though, Selena's friends formed this impenetrable shield around her for at least an hour. It was one of those groups that are so tightly knit that you're afraid to even dance next to them for fear of intrusion. I'd have to say the party was a success overall, seeing as I just came from it and still feel great. In case you're wondering why I left at 12:30 from a kickin' party, it was because it was almost TOO kickin'. There's such a thing as too many people (50 or 60) in a small room dancing and screaming. I'm all for enjoying yourself, but the party had reached a point where I would either be bored soon or hot or irritated with everyone soon, so I left before I got to that point. Considering my mission was to flirt and/or dance with Selena, I'd give myself a 50% out of a possible 100. I did dance with her, though, and it was nice for awhile, but there's only so much you can accomplish in terms of advancing (or starting, for that matter) a relationship without words being present. So I checked out before things got lame. If that makes me a loser, then I'm a loser.
posted by Adam Canfield @ 12:39 AM
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