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...