The Party of the Year
The cops were coming, and we knew it. We'd been expecting them since we first arrived, and were somewhat confused when they didn't yet show. The music was blaring, and late on a Monday night it was a beacon, begging the neighbors to please give the police something to do. The music was thumping away, shaking the walls, giving me a headache, and still they did not come.
It was one of the biggest parties I'd been to. I'm not normally a partying kind of person, especially not the parties where there's obnoxiously loud music and a bunch of high school students availing themselves to the fairly abundant alcoholic beverages. It's been a while since I'd been to a party that high school students actually attended. It'd been a while since I'd been to a party. But there I was anyway, and as the music got louder, I knew it wouldn't be long.
The cops were coming. And the room full of under-age kids and an open bar simply couldn't be good news. The cops were coming, and the neighbors surely wouldn't be pleased, even once the music managed to die down. The cops were coming, but still the music played on.
It was suggested, several times, that at least the music could be turned down. But a real party has got to have loud, obnoxious music. How else would it be known as a real party? The copious amounts of food, the multitude of guests? Even the beer pool isn't noticed by anyone not in attendance. The loud music is a necessity to a good party. But still, it was a request to the cops. "Please! The party isn't complete without your appearance!" It can't be a good party unless the cops show.
So the cops were coming. But I wasn't staying that long. We had things to do the next day, and sleep was fairly important. We'd been there, we'd made our appearance, and I didn't know anyone else anyway. So the cops were coming, but we didn't stick around to say "hi".
And come, they did. Shortly thereafter. The party-goers were sent on their way, the group was broken, and it was a party no longer. But it had certainly been quite a party, everyone who's anyone made an appearance.
Thank you, officer... Would you care for a drink?
1 Comments:
party like it's 1-9-9-9 yeah? rock on my son. 5-0 aint ish.
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