I was at a party last Friday night. This is nothing new, I go to them all the time during a semester, but ususally I go with a large group of friends or I go to meet up with said group.this time I went with just my girlfriend, her roommate, her roommate's sister, and the sister's fiance`. This ment my level of distraction was far lower than it normally would be... also I only had 2 tall boys of Coors with me. So I wound up thinking about the parties.
I was standing in a stuffy, hot as hell room, with some scattered remaining fog that was coughed out from a quick burst of the Fog Machine, there was some Rap and Hip-Hop music, that I couldn't name to save my life, blaring out of a speaker in the corner; the usual stupid stuff. Everyone was dancing and having a good time but I could not answer one simple question to myself: "Why?".
I realize that the standard response is "Because it's fun, DUH!"
But I caught myself thinking about it all objectivly and the question came back as "Why is this fun?" it was an ok time, I played some beer pong, listened to some random rap music which was a small downside (readers will quickly realize that I hate most rap music, and I'm not a big fan of most country either.)
well that's it
"We came, We Saw, We Kicked its ASS!" - Ghostbusters
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