Thursday, December 13, 2012

That White Girl’s a party crasher… apparently

A few weeks back I decided to hit the pub on my way home from dance. I ended up running into a few people that I knew and before I knew it, I was drunk. It’s weird how that happens when you drink a lot of alcohol in a short amount of time.

Even though I was done and wanted to go home, one of my friends wanted to keep the party going and was looking for a way to find/purchase more alcohol. There was no way possible. At that moment, I looked across the street and saw some sort of club open; there was loud music, flashing lights, people dancing. Since I’m easily talked into things, I suggested we try it out.

Long story short, I ended up going in alone while one of the guys made sure the other guy got home okay. Due to the level of my intoxication, I didn’t care if I was being ditched and went straight in with little to no hesitation. When I entered the room, I realized that it was a Latin dance party. Just my scene… bring it!

thatwhitegirls - party crasher - ready to dance

I was approached shortly after my (not so) subtle entrance; I asked the person if I was able to purchase alcohol. They pointed me in the direction of the owner; I approached the owner and she told me that it was actually a private party; they weren’t selling alcohol. Being the proactive person I am, when it looked like she might ask me to leave, I beat her to it:

thatwhitegirls - party crasher - i know him

Which is true. And also… not true. It’s true I’ve seen him before. But I’ve never talked to him. The dude, let’s call him Slick, naturally, wondered where I knew him from and I told him I knew him from the salsa clubs. It was a believable story, so he got me a beer while his friend danced with me. I was sitting down drinking my free beer when Slick asked me to dance. He wanted me to elaborate on our “knowing” each other.  Busted, you got me!

thatwhitegirls - party crasher - i dont know him

Luckily he was okay with it. After a little bit, my friend came back to get me. He didn’t even make it in the door before he was told to leave. Since the eight guys were making eyes at me and the seven girls were shooting hate daggers at me, I thought it was best if I quit while I was ahead and left the party to meet my friend.

The following week, I went to the salsa club. I looked over at one point and guess who was standing there. Slick. After we mutually made eye contact, I approached him and we started talking; he said that I looked different. I asked how, he said he wasn’t sure. He asked me if I was drunk.

thatwhitegirls - party crasher - not drunk

He asked me if I was drunk last week.

thatwhitegirls - party crasher - fucking hammered

I guess that was it; suddenly he wanted me to drink. When I told him that I was driving, he said that I should know someone that lives nearby so that I could spend the night at their place. He lives three blocks away. Convenient. I declined his offer to spend the night at his house, in his bed, even though he said “nothing would happen”. I didn’t believe him.

We danced; it was late, he was drunk and he kissed me. And that’s how I ended up making out with a dude named Slick in the middle of the dance floor of the salsa club.

thatwhitegirls - party crasher - making out

Times like these make me wish I could blame my poor decisions on alcohol. Alas… no. Dammit.


  1. And will you be seing Slick again? If that is in fact his real name. Can you or anyone really, date a guy named Slick?
    It's been years since I've even tried to crash a party. Maybe you've awoken something inside me that has long remained dormant. To the alcohol!!!

  2. Legal age? I see you are branching out! Good for you!

  3. Slick is such a wonderfully rapey nickname for someone. You never meet a complete gentleman that you can take home to mom who's called 'Slick.'

    And I'm glad he's legal, but is that a mullet he's sporting...?

  4. Pickleope - I'm sure I'll see him again. Whether or not he talks to me again is the real question... To alcohol - the cause of and solution to all of life's problems!

    Gorm - thanks! :)

    Beer - you should know by now that my hair-drawing-abilities are limited at best. It's not a mullet... but it is... flow-y. :D

  5. Alcohol makes you do things you will regret. Trust me [18th birthday wasted girl here].

  6. Bhavani - yes it does, and sometimes you wish you could blame it on alcohol. Don't know what's worse...


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