We knew that not being the same age as my cohorts was going to be a problem should anyone find out. As I entered the fog filtered room and headed towards the sentinels that would past the final verdict as to whether or not I could enter the party, I was filled with confidence that they would fail to see through my charade. I would not be turned away this night.Though they did still manage to trick me. They didn't even ask for id's. After standing dumbfounded for a few moments, we strolled in with ease.
Celebrating our small victory and ready for the party, we began by checking our things and then going to all the various parts of the club house.
We hit each section with flair. The Jump house was ours for the taking. The 'buffet' line was full of treats and goodies hand picked for the new years. And of course the game room was a hot spot for all those guitar hero and DDR enthusiasts.
But we all know the main attraction would have to be the dance floor. I have to give props to the DJ. If Techno music is your lifeblood then it was the best party of your life, to be sure. There were a few songs that I enjoyed in particular.
Though it started to get wild toward the end there. The sans rouge plastic cups began to abound, and who knows how long the chocolate fountain stayed clean...This young gentleman began dancing with a cardboard cutout of a monkey and was soon asked to leave.
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It was a Happy New Year after all though. We got to count down and pop the copious amounts of balloons that fell upon us when it happened. We staggered to the van that took us home and were ruthlessly interrogated as to our antics for the evening. But we never gave way. A night that will live in true infamy.
3 comments:
So, you done with you Don Quixote?
Haha nice Chels! Only someone who has worked at Catering too long would comment on the buffet line and how clean the chocolate fountain was!!
Hahahaha fun night!!!
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