For those of you who don't appreciate random, storytelling narrative at three in the morning, then this post is not for you. For the rest of you:
On a mild-weathered Saturday night during my...let's say Junior year of high school, my friends and I found ourselves driving around Rimrock Drive looking for a raging kegger that was supposed to be occurring. After turning into a subdivision which led us into another subdivision, we turned left onto a quiet street packed full of cars--each house three stories with a three car garage--and no sign of commotion coming from any of them.
"Is this it?" My friend said doubtfully.
"Yeah," said my other friend defiantly.
I parked behind a gray, Honda accord, and as my friends furiously paged whomever we might fucking know at this party, we walked up to the darkened front door with a fancy brass knocker. On my block, only the fanciest of people had knockers.
Someone miraculously appeared, and we walked into an empty large house, and then down into the basement where there were about 15 people staring around at each other and at their Bud Light cans. A few people were drinking Franzia. It was evident that no one at this party was having fun. The girls, whom I didn't know, were clearly pissed that other girls were showing up, and the guys were awkward and definitely had no idea how to throw a party.
"Uhhh..." One of my friends started.
"Aww, let's go!" said Billy. Billy knew of every party between Main Street and Monad, and if there wasn't a party, he would organize one in an empty parking lot in front of a Kmart somewhere. "I'll ride with you guys," he said.
"We're just gonna stay here," said someone lamely, and we nodded and left.
Twenty minutes later, we were on the other side of town with the car parked in one of those backyards that someone sectioned off a piece of grass and poured concrete over, with a fooseball (sp?) table in the garage, a porch, and some beer and weed being passed around. We put a Goodie Mob CD into the car, and I'm pretty sure we played the same two songs over and over--Sky High, and Sister. We drank Natty Ice and Jack and cokes for a while, and then people began to leave and go home.
It was maybe on this night that we started to think of each other as Family. Though it started as a joke, we had no idea over 14 years later, we would be adults together and still close...
Must. go. to. bed.
