Bringin' down the... apartment

One of the reasons I moved to Provo was because I thought it would be a good thing for me to experience college life living away from home. I have lived away from home before, but niether situation was quite like this one. The following was not necessarily on the list of required experiences.

I hadn't been home very long when my roommate Chanel invited me to a "90's party". Instantaneously I remembered the words of my mother expressing how lame my "life" is... so I changed and we were on our way.

Chanel and I jammed to whatever was playing on her stereo as we drove the few minutes to our destination. We weren't exactly sure where the party was going to be once we arrived, but we saw some guys at the apartment complex and Chanel said "Where's the party at?" I knew I was way out of my element and comfort zone when the first thought that came to my mind was how grammatically incorrect, and unnecessary it is to hang your "at" at the end of that sentence (granted we all do it) and how silly the question would have felt slipping through my lips. They told us the party was upstairs and to just "follow the music" with the fleeting comment that they "need more girls."

That did not look like the case.

We entered the darkened room that had people filtering in and out. This party did not need anymore anyone... it was seriously packed with people. Depending on the song that was playing you had no space at all to even move. I was hoping people in that room would know how to keep their hands to themselves. As a sidenote, I was once asked where I am when I go dancing with my friends to which I replied that I was safely within my circle of friends. In this situation that was completey impossible. I was forced to rub elbows with people that I didn't know... and neither did Chanel. We did meet some people though. We introduced ourselves and then suddenly one of the girls was missing. Her friend was trying desperately to find her but she had been swept away in the sea of people, and her luck finding her friend was lessened due to her being even shorter than me. We were not successful in our search. Hopefully her friend would make it back to where she left us...

With the change of  each song, people (particularly of the male persuasion) were getting overzealous as if each song came with a reward. I was seriously baffled, and then something happened that I did not expect. Neighbors from across the hallway stole the whiteboard from the apartment that basically told you you were at the right place and announced that they were moving the party to their place due to lack of dancing space. We decided to head that way to check it out. Basically, their music was more hip-hop oriented, but you still couldn't dance to it and they had formed their own little breakdancing circle where the coffee table once stood.

We stayed there maybe 10 minutes.

Chanel looked at me and asked if I wanted to return to the "real party" and I, with all my logic, informed her that a return would be inevitable due to the fact that that is where we left our coats. We made our way back inside and bobbed our knees and heads a little since any further self-expression made through dancing was impossible. We headed to where our coats were and were halted in our progression. I was stuck between a wall and a very tall young man who was using his elbows a little too much, and I needed my eyes. When he noticed that I had almost become one with the wall he assured me "Don't worry, I'm not going to back up... or am I?" He then decided to face me and start dancing which I found less than humorous. If I needed a partner, I'd have asked for one. Due to my lack of enthusiasm to join in, he left me alone.

Another song from the 90's began to play... "Jump" by Kriss Kross. I heard the guy in front of me tell his buddy that he didn't want to jump because the floor had, or had almost fallen through at some dance party at Liberty Square. I didn't doubt it. The songs kept coming and we were very close to our coats when the DJ interrupted with breaking news "The neighbor under us just texted and told us that the ceiling is starting to fall through, so we have to move to another apartment." Nobody was alarmed they just started to move. We decided to bail.

As we walked along the sidewalk to where we were parked we could hear the party still going on. We wondered how it had managed to go on so long without the police being called. We were safely on our way out of the street when we saw the policemen turn in.

My first post was written about things that happen in real life that I had presumed only happened in movies. This was one of those kind of events. Apparently, I thought it wasn't a normal thing probably because I had never been "cool" enough to be invited to such a party, but that is ok. I found the whole thing mildly humourous. Chanel promised that they are usually more fun with more space to dance. Would I do it again? Well, if you know me, generally speaking if there is dancing I will be there. Chanel also keeps talking about having a dance party at our place sometime... if she ever does it you can come and bob your knees and heads with us!

*PS. If you liked this post then you have my roommate Meg to thank. She so kindly reminded me of my lack of blog posts and then continued by reminding me of things to blog about. I should have one more typed up by the end of tonight. Happy reading and THANKS MEG!