Yesterday I experienced my first real gay party. I was kind of excited. Not only because I was going to meet a lot of new people, but also because I expected it to be quite a liberation compared to a regular "straight" party.
Things started of with a pre-party at a friend's place. The people I met are all awesome. The group consisted of a mere twelve or so people, and due to the fact that they already knew each other I was a bit quieter than I normally am. Anyways, after some drinks we left for my big entree in the gay scene.
My first impressions didn't quite exactly live up to the expectations I cherished. I expected a room full of guys, some hot, some not. All dancing of course, since nobody would care if their dancing moves were feminine. People had warned me that the party wasn't going to be good, so I had to be drunk on arrival. But I wasn't. And chances are high that I never will be completely wasted.
What a letdown. Upon arrival, the music was bad. From that point on, the musical taste plummeted and hit rock bottom during half an hour of ballad songs, on which is was impossible to dance. Consequently, the room (which wasn't crowded at all) was mainly static, with people just standing about. Around 2 AM most of the party people started to leave, so a lot of smoke was blown into the room to cover up the fact that the room was half empty. Feeble attempt.
As if this was not enough, I happened to be part of a group that mainly consisted of couples. Don't get me wrong: I totally think love is a great thing, and I'm very happy for these awesome people to have boyfriends, but when your single, and you don't have any other friends to talk to when the rest is snogging, things can get quite awkward.
To top this all of, there were virtually no hot guys present. And I'm not even going to start talking about all the old men standing by the side checking out every twenty-something ass that passed by.
Someone please defrost the party meter! This might just have been the worst party I ever attended. This poor excuse for a party seemed like a meeting that guys attended to kiss with each other without having to be frowned upon. There's just one silver lining: the next time I go, it's bound to better than yesterday. I'm very happy about that.
Peace out!
Things started of with a pre-party at a friend's place. The people I met are all awesome. The group consisted of a mere twelve or so people, and due to the fact that they already knew each other I was a bit quieter than I normally am. Anyways, after some drinks we left for my big entree in the gay scene.
My first impressions didn't quite exactly live up to the expectations I cherished. I expected a room full of guys, some hot, some not. All dancing of course, since nobody would care if their dancing moves were feminine. People had warned me that the party wasn't going to be good, so I had to be drunk on arrival. But I wasn't. And chances are high that I never will be completely wasted.
What a letdown. Upon arrival, the music was bad. From that point on, the musical taste plummeted and hit rock bottom during half an hour of ballad songs, on which is was impossible to dance. Consequently, the room (which wasn't crowded at all) was mainly static, with people just standing about. Around 2 AM most of the party people started to leave, so a lot of smoke was blown into the room to cover up the fact that the room was half empty. Feeble attempt.
As if this was not enough, I happened to be part of a group that mainly consisted of couples. Don't get me wrong: I totally think love is a great thing, and I'm very happy for these awesome people to have boyfriends, but when your single, and you don't have any other friends to talk to when the rest is snogging, things can get quite awkward.
To top this all of, there were virtually no hot guys present. And I'm not even going to start talking about all the old men standing by the side checking out every twenty-something ass that passed by.
Someone please defrost the party meter! This might just have been the worst party I ever attended. This poor excuse for a party seemed like a meeting that guys attended to kiss with each other without having to be frowned upon. There's just one silver lining: the next time I go, it's bound to better than yesterday. I'm very happy about that.
Peace out!
1 comment:
Haha I'm so sorry, it was so bad. Next time will be better! (and drunk! I'll force you to drink more :p)
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