Essay #3
Piss Ass Drunk
It was my first week going to the Indiana University of Pennsylvania and I was so excited to be on my own, doing what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. I had the world in my hands. All of the friends that I had made the first week were either in frats or they were partiers. But who doesn’t have friends like that? Every weekend they would go out partying and would be having a good time while I stayed in my dorm, working on Spanish or English homework.
So I went on with doing my homework for the next week as well. But my friends finally started to invite me to these so called, “parties”, and I was so excited. That Friday of my second week of school, I spent all night getting ready. Taking a shower, then doing my hair, then finding what out fit I was going to wear, and then making sure I brought gum and finally brushed my teeth. It was very tiring thinking about what the other people at the party would think about me. But I later realized that by the time I would have gotten to the party, everyone there would have already been literally gone. So I guess worrying about my appearance wasn’t something that I needed to stress about as much as getting caught. But I told myself that I wasn’t going to drink.
So my friends came to my dorm and I was so excited to finally go to one of the infamous Indiana University of Pennsylvania parties(Campus Issues). They told me that we were going to walk to the party since it was a house party. My friends knew the people who owned the house and who were having the party, so I felt safer because it wasn’t like we were going to a total stranger’s house. My friends couldn’t believe that I had never been to a party before and they were pretty much making fun of me. But I know that they were just kidding and they would never say anything to make me upset. That is why they are my friends.
I thought the walk was going to take forever. I was so nervous about going that my hands were literally shaking on the long ass walk there. As soon as we take the first turn all these thoughts were going through my mind as to whether or not I would get caught, or if I would ever become a teacher if I had gotten an underage, or even the thought of asking myself if I had put deodorant on. On the way to the party my friends we all acting silly and goofing around and even some of them were smoking cigars. Personally, my favorite flavor is strawberry, but my friends had bought the vanilla kind.
We had finally made it to the party and I could tell that there were so many people already wasted. When we got to the front porch, I saw so many people being loud and obnoxious, like I figured would happen when I went there. As I stepped in the house, that’s when it hit me; the smell, the odor of that particular house. I have never smelt anything like that before in my whole 18 years living on this earth. It was something that I will never forget. At first it wasn’t too bad. I saw people with cups in their hands looking ridiculous and acting the same way that they looked. I went to one of my friends who had gotten a drink already and I looked in her cup, and I smelt that smell again. It was worse that time. It was beer mixed with sweat and possibly some body excretions. It was so pungent, like smelling a year old sock that had never been washed. I later looked on the internet and found out that the reason that the beer smelled the way it did was because maybe it was left out in the sun too much(When Does Beer Go Bad?). Either way, I couldn’t handle it. But I wanted to stay so bad. So I bucked up and I decided to stay and have fun with my friends even though I knew the smell was everywhere I went. I couldn’t escape it. I went to the bathroom to try and get away from its wrath, but it was there. I went outside to get a breath of fresh air, but all I smelt was the piss ass scented beer. That’s all I would ever smell at all of the parties that I would be going to in my college career.
I then knew it was time for me to leave the party. So our gang headed back to my dorm and I had already called my mom before the party, telling her that I was studying on a Saturday night in college, obviously a lie, so I was in good shape to go to bed with out worrying (Tom Viren). Except for the fact that my clothes smelled like that beer because a girl spilt some of her drink on me whenever she was trying to get through, but I could always just throw those clothes in the washer and think nothing about it.
The smell that I smelt that night was an odor that I would never forget. I knew that right after I went outside the house of the party, the next four years of my life would probably smell exactly like that. It was a harsh reality but I had to accept it for what it was. I was really glad that I had stepped outside my comfort zone to experience that pungent smell that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
Work Cited
Campus Issues. Retrieved February 2, 2009 from
< http://old.www.iup.edu/studentaffairs/alcoholcoalition/university.shtm >
Viren, Tom (2006). Retrieved February 2, 2009, from
< http://www.wikihow.com/Throw-a-Party–and-Hide-It-from-Your- Parents >
When Does Beer Go Bad?. Retrieved February 2, 2009, from < http://www.realbeer.com/edu/ask_realbeer/ask000193.php >
