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Friday, December 21, 2012

The Wrong Party

        Recently, I was in Eastward in Narragansett on my way to a party with some friends. We were given the wrong address, and showed up at the wrong house. However, we didn't know it was the wrong house at first because there were lots of cars outside, so it seemed as if a party was going on; the party we were supposed to be going to. However, when we walked in the front door, we quickly realized it was the wrong house and tried to sneak out the door without being caught. "Hey! You can come in!" said a voice from behind us. Embarrassed, we all turn around and explained how we ended up there. The boy was very kind, and extended the invitation to stay, so we did.
       As my friends and I walked inside the party, we couldn't help but notice that the crowd was a little...different from what we were used to. There was no house music blasting from some crappy wanna-be student DJ, but rather boys jamming with their own acoustic guitars and singing in the living room. The girls weren't dressed in skimpy dresses and high stilettos they couldn't even walk in. Instead, they were dressed comfortably in jeans and loose fitting T-shirts; I envied them and their comfort. Of course there was still the usual drinking games such as Beer Pong and Flip Cup, but unlike the parties we were used to, these guys actually let girls get a chance on the table; they didn't hog it up the whole time.
      Long story short, we ended up staying there the whole night. It's amazing how we were so uncomfortable and judgmental in the beginning of the night and before we knew it, we were having a better time than we would have had at the other party we were supposed to be at. As it turned out, the boys never texted us from the other party, so guess they didn't miss us too much. It was nice to spend a friday night with genuine people just having fun with each other. My friends and I all felt so comfortable; the girls weren't catty at all and the boys weren't pressuring. Everyone was just there to have a good time. I'm glad we met this group of people, because we now hangout with them on a regular basis. Oh, and we could actually hear each other talk over the music, unlike when those wanna-be DJ's play at other parties. A major plus.

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