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My Night At A 21st

I hadn't been to a 21st birthday party in a while. So when a guy I work with invited me to his party a few months ago, I said, "Sure, I'll party it up some." Saturday was the big night.

I should give a bit of background about the birthday boy. Adam is a sweet and innocent looking young man who works in Marketing. He is always very polite and blushes at everything and anything. We're not exactly friends - we don't really hang out - but we have email conversations every now and then. Sweet, innocent, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Adam. Such a lovely boy. Well, that's what I thought. Don't you love it when preconceptions are blown out the window. By the end of the night, I realised that he probably uses his clean-cut look to get girls.

I ended up getting a ride with some people from work and we got there at about 9.30pm. Adam's house was in Seatoun, which is a very nice suburb of Wellington. Tina and I walked across the lawn and both exclaimed, "This grass is so bouncy!" or something to that effect. Only rich people have bouncy grass. I expected to know a few people there, but only people from work. I walked around the back of the house and wasn't too surprised with what I saw. There where lots of people I didn't know, many already drunk and more on their way. I think boys outnumbered girls 3 to 1. Most of the guys were about 19-20, and most of the girls looked about 16-19. Woop, an exciting party. I walked inside, and just as I expected, the house was beautiful. Polished wooden floors, neutral colours. I saw Adam and asked where his parents were. "Oh, they're in London." How I long to have wealthy parents, or at least parents that do a damn good job of pretending they are.

I noticed a girl who had a familiar face. I couldn't figure out who she was or where I'd met her, but I was sure it would come to me later. It did. I thought her name was Olivia, so I went up to her to confirm.
"Excuse me, but is your name Olivia?"
"No, it's Ingrid."
"That's right! I met you at the Hutt Valley High School ball a few years back."
"Oh really! You look so different! Who did you go with?"
"Tim…oh god, I've forgotten his last name."
"It wasn't Tim Fisher was it?"
"I don't think so."
"It wasn't Tim Matthews was it?"
"No. I honestly can't remember. Never mind. That was the night I met Adam." (Not the Adam who was turning 21)
We both say his full name in unison. She continues.
"I remember that night. Adam's ex-girlfriend Ani was there. I didn't know she was bisexual and she was hitting on me all night!"
I just look at her stunned. She continues.
"What's your name again?"
"Ani."
"Oh."
The conversation pretty much dwindled from there. I don't remember hitting on her, so I went up to her later and said that I hadn't hit on her that night. She said, "Oh…I know! It was another Ani!" I can't believe my mouth didn't drop then. Adam doesn't have another ex-girlfriend called Ani, at least not one that I know about. She's not my type anyway! I mean, she had bad dress sense, and that could only tarnish my name.

Even though I was only a little bit older than most of the people there, for some reason I felt really old. The girls dressed like tarts and the guys all thought they were studs. You can't be a stud at 19. If that were true, I'd have 19-year-old toy boys. But the truth is, older men are better in bed. Well most anyway.

Two guys from work, and one that used to work with me flirted in my direction. At least, it resembled flirting but that is another article all together. I suppose it would have been all right if I hadn't realised that the whole screwing the crew thing is very bad.

Tina left early, so I mingled for a while longer. Near the end of the night, I was mainly talking to a group of guys whose names I can't remember. We all ended up going into town, and boy, do they have good taste in clubs. I ended up in to the Grand and Coyote. I suggested that we go to Matterhorn and Motel and they all say, "Where are those bars? I've never heard of them." Of course you've never heard of them! You obviously have no taste and just being seen with you is ruining my reputation! I took a good look at them all and that's when it hit me. I was in town with a group of young white guys with shaven heads. When they are dispersed in a crowd at a party you don't notice these things. So I took the matter in to my own hands and went to Vespa Lounge and had a drink by myself. I'd rather drink by myself than be seen with a bunch of guys that may or may not have been skinheads.

Adam is still a sweetie, and I wanted to have a good night, but I didn't. The more parties I go to, the more I prefer to stay at home. The older you get, the suckier 21st parties get.