Around The World
As I approached the party I could hear the blasting music all the way from the
street. When I reached the back of the house to enter I could distinguish the song that
was playing; it was “It’s good to be King” by Tom Petty. After waiting in a line to
enter I was finally in the loud, crowded house. Upon my arrival the host of the party
informed me that there were no cups left, and that I would have to look for one. So I
handed him my money as I was shoved into the next room by other arriving guest,
eager to enter. Every person there was present for their own personal reasons.
Whether these reason be social or simply for entertainment no one could tell. The only
thing we all had in common was our goal to consume alcohol.
As soon as I walked in the room I immediately could see and smell the smoke
that was lingering in the air around the house. I was handed a cup by a friend.
Looking into it to see if it had been used, we both shrugged and turned towards the
basement. As I pushed my way through the crowd to look for the keg I immediately
knew it was in the corner because of the crowd surrounding it. Once I reached the
keg, I found myself waiting once again for my beer. The person who was filling up the
cups was not filling them first come first serve. He would fill the cups of his friends
first, then the girls, and then if he had to fill up his own cup he would. While doing this
he was talking his friend whose job it was to pump the keg when needed. People
were sticking their cups in front of the tap as if they were fighting for food, and they
hadn’t eaten for days. There must of have been twenty people all forcing their cups in
the general area of the tap. Once I had my beverage, I decided to go visit the rooms to
see what kind of alcohol was being served. This party was an “around the world
party” which meant that every room had a different theme and appropriate drinks to
the theme could be found there. My first stop was Jamaica. When I entered the room
the first thing I saw was this guy dressed up like a native Jamaican, appropriate to the
theme of the room. He had on a bright tie-dyed shirt with a dread locked wig. On his
head was a woven beret with green, yellow, and red stripes around it. Bob Marley was
playing to portray the Jamaica spirit. As I waited in another line I noticed the girls in
front of me were celebrating a birthday. After their shots were poured, they toasted
their friend and drank their shots. Once they were done with their shots it was obvious
that none of them enjoyed it because of their facial expressions. Their expressions were
ones similar to a young child who had just drank medicine forced down his throat by
his mother. After I had my shot I thought I would go and visit the other places that
this party had to offer.
After leaving the room I walked down the hallway and saw this sign that said
“The Wild West.” The bartender was wearing a ten gallon hat, blue denim button
down shirt, and a red bandanna wrapped around his neck. The drink he had to offer
was Wild Turkey mixed with orange juice. I decided to try the wild turkey, and after I
drank it, I found that it tasted like a Tootsie Roll. After sampling my drink I went up
stairs. On my way up the stairs I had to walk side ways making sure not to bump into
the traffic that was going down the stairs. I made a right turn to Russia. The
bartender was not in costume nor was there any music playing. The drink that was
being served was vodka with a lemon slice dipped in sugar. The only indication that I
had that I was in Russia was a sign above the door that spelled Russia in yellow letters.
I was not impressed by this setup so I decided to go visit other places of the world. I
proceeded to walk down the hall and I ended up in Compton. This