Night that Started off Bad

09/10/2008

I walked to a graduation party with a bunch of friends, as I walked through the door I automatically felt awkward, like if we were bad ass Mexicans ready to take over these white peoples house. Well at least that’s how it felt they were staring at us. It was as if a pack of wolves walked into a designated place for a herd of cows, they couldn’t do anything but stare. When we finally got to the back yard, the guy celebrating his graduation offered us a drink and he gave us these cheap ass wine coolers. Five seconds after that I felt this huge tension from a group of stuck up white girls staring at us like if we committed some kind of crime. I was so mad that I didn’t even drink the cooler they gave me, some guy came up to me and my friends and was like, “Hey are you guys going to pitch in for something? The girls are upset you drank their coolers.” I told him mine was clean and he could take it back and he didn’t. Those stupid bitches kept talking about us like if we’re not there. One of our friends came to the back yard and said, “HEY LET’S GO NOW!!!” So we left and as we are walking out and those girls are apologizing and telling us not to leave, I slammed my full drink in front of them and said, “Here bitch! Take your drink it’s shitty anyways.” So the people who I showed up with we’re arguing so we just left and threw our own party. Everything was fun and everyone was laughing and having a good time. Until me and my best friend walked into the kitchen and heard two of the brothers arguing about one of them being gay. That caused a huge confrontation, everyone I saw was either drunk, crying, yelling or being nosey. So me and my best friend were trying to sober up, QUICK!
I saw one of my friends drive off drunk! I wanted to get out of there so bad and fast, so I just ate and took a nap and my best friend did the something and no luck for me. My friend said she was pretty sober so I believed her, we ended up leaving. As we are driving home I noticed that she was driving 40 on a 60 but I didn’t say anything I just kept talking to her. As soon as we got home she asked me, “Can I ask you something without you getting mad?” so I agreed. “I’m still really drunk!” I kind of freaked out but our lives were in danger no matter what. Since they were going out of control and being crazy men! I’m just happy me or her didn’t get shot or witness when the cops showed up.