i'd been snowboarding all day, and i only dragged myself to the party because i thought i had to, but ohmy i am so glad i went.

they had ripped up all the carpets, built two halfpipes in the living room, rigged up a disco ball and lights for a dance floor.

a good party?

i'm just getting started.

did i mention that they raided all the nearby second-hand shops for rollerskates, rollerblades, and skateboards?

they did.

oh, and there was plenty o' polyester and a plethora of aviator glasses. Afro wigs, a weird dinosaur costume, miniskirts, cool hats, and... more polyester.

soundtrack: disco-funk.

there were all the typical college party occurences, but they seemed so much more palatable because of the sheer childlike appeal of being on wheels. I still had to knock Very Loudly and Wait Five Minutes before entering rooms with closed doors (to give the couples a chance to get their clothes on). I still winced when our host chugged a full bottle of grenadine. I still ended up with unknown substances spattered on my jeans [ed note: that sounds worse that it was... i would like to clarify that they were NOT unknown substances of a sexual nature]

I still had to endure a lengthy description of someone's post-doc research. The guy had to be at least 40, and i somehow ended up stuck in a corner talking to him for way too long.

me: "so... how did you end up here?"
Sketchy Guy Who Didn't Know Anyone (SGWDKA): "oh, you know [insert name dropping involving local rockstars... so lame. i hate namedroppers.] mentioned the party and it was on my way home, and i thought... what the hell? Free beers, right?"
me: ummm. You know it's BYOB, right?
SGWDKA:
BYOB. yeah... that's what i mean. Free beer! it's not like anyone's really keeping track, right?

*sigh* i guess every party has it's weirdo leeches. I don't know how i always end up talking to them, though.

Right after that, I ducked a flying skateboard that beaned the girl next to me and produced copious amounts of blood. I even avoided the spillover into the street and the ensuing [first-ever?] rollerskate-snowball fight. Typical mayhem, with a rollerskate twist.

Oh, it all sounds so horrible in hindsight. One might ask, "Narcissa, that sounds somewhat appealing, but mostly nightmarish. HOW could that be fun?" And i would answer: "as always... it's the people, the people, the people."

conclusion: rollerdisco = success.

good times all around.

12:38 a.m. - 2003-01-27