Party-Time!!!
Luke Leslie 9th March 2007
Socializing as a young adult is great, I suggest you try it. Yes meeting other people is a joy, if you’ve never met someone in your life, you’re missing out, don’t leave it too late, before you stop being so youthful. No Honestly, I think everyone is looking their best at our age. What, you disagree? We’re mostly past the spotty stage, people have started to get a sense of what clothes suit them, girls mostly, and we’re all energetic enthusiastic and up for a laugh. Imagine what we’ll be doing in 50 years, we’ll probably be dieing with half of us dead already, and we’ll all look like our grannies, even the men. Shit buzz.
Okay so what’s there to do on a weekend? Better get the fun in while you still can! Okay so most socializing on-mass is broken down into 2 large categories. Clubs and Free Gaffs. Now, looking at the two there’s plenty of fun to check out. When you go out ‘on the town’ you are introduced to the joyful experience of queuing for 10 minutes to get your watered down over priced booze. Then you can head out onto the dance floor where you can bask in leisure as summer hits, 3 summers out of date now heralded as ”classics” are met with screams of ecstasy from girls dancing around hand bags. These females which give their species a bad name all seem to spontaneously and in unison climax as they realize they’ve heard this song before. It’s probably their way of calling for help over the loud music, as anonymous men pound their crotches into their backsides like some kind of synchronized prison musical. Remember all this can be yours, I’d say free but there's probably up to a 10 euro admission charge. And watch your money because there’s always the taxi fare, so don’t get too drunk.
Gaff parties are a very different affair. They’re usually at a friends house, or a friend of a friends house. The latter being better as you’ll probably meet more people there you don’t know. You’ll also be free to enjoy plenty more awkward moments half way through conversations as your forget the name of the person you’re speaking to. But trust me it won’t bother you too much, the person talking to you is most likely an asshole you hate anyway. A difference with parties vs clubs in town is you can actually drive there, and not worry about parking or a means of transport home. Most likely on the way over, your driver will agree to swing past an off license allowing you and your friends to casually browse for and choose your drink, and avoiding the extortion bananza of clubs and bars.
The cool thing to do these days is to all agree a time several hours after the actual start of the party in which to plan your late, but undouboubly eagerly anticipated arrival to said event. This notion is so popular in-fact that an 8-p.m. party usually won’t have a single person at it until maybe as late as 11, unless your a loser and came on time. Another cool thing about parties is you actually have an influence over the music thats played, usually if not exclusively off ipods, which is nice, it means everyone can share their music tastes. Black eyed peas sounds much better when played off Anna’s playlist anyway, even though we all have the same music library, from constantly exchanging our music with each other. And no matter how bad a party is, you’ll still most likely get some kind of lift home in the morning, presuming your sleeping over, a drive home is not such a good idea otherwise. However your drunk and all caring friends probably won’t stop you if you try driving home. They’ll even laugh about what a legend you are.
A problem with being young is, we still haven’t developed the part of our brains that deals with volume perception. You’ve probably heard this from many a granny, but it’s true. As parties escalate, so too do our voices, and with most parties ending around 5-7 am it’s not actually that we get tuckered out that leads to a party ending, these days its more likely that we simply ran out of drink or food to scavenge and this deficiency of energy leads to a temporary venture into the land of Nod aka sleep zone.
But I’m about to let you in on a new craze that’s strangling the the world of gaff parties into submission. It’s called a post party party. Remember the days when we’d all sleep till mid afternoon after staying up so late, and then one at a time, we’d wake up, dust ourselves off and stumble home? Forget that, the new thing is getting up early, lighting up the cigarettes, whipping out the guitars, and pumping up the tunes as early as 8-am if not earlier. So forget sleep - sleeping is for conformists. Just because it’s your house doesn’t mean you get to say when the parties over! I hope you’re not planning to do anything over the next 3 days, because I guarantee you, after one of these wake-up calls, your not likely to achieve much beyond sleep deprived mumblings and some sarcastic writing on your website/blog.
In summary it is hands down a better experience to party at/wreck someone else's gaff rather then having the human demolition leagues descend upon your abode. Seems obvious I know, but you’d think we as a species would learn to be considerate enough to our best friends at this stage to put rubbish in bins, reassemble trashed kitchens, and refrain from sliding ketchup ridden cutlery under couches. I live alone, but feel like I live with 10 people, none of which act like they live here, yet tend to spend more nights a week at my gaff then their own places. Now lest we forget they decide when and where the waking up happens, It must be nice being totally careless, and totally oblivious to the fact that this whole situation is dependent from the rent from my northerly neighbor and tenant upstairs. Her rent is allowing me to have this place to myself, so that they can have a session every-time I invite friends round.
On a side note, this may be due to most my college friends being hippies, who are actually sticking it to the man by breaking the rules. Hippies are flourishing as you know these days, you can see plenty of them up at iadt. Be they the intrepid unicyclist half head of hair man, or the girl who wears a wedding dress into college, just for the fun of it. What a college, where you can study the likes of basket weaving or do a BA Ancient cartography and exploration or perhaps do a PHD in duck washing.
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