High School Party Foul
Saturday night I went with my friend's Marcus and Starr to a party at improv classmate Jonathan Harford's pad next to the Union Square Cafe. With a lofted bed and separate closet/game room, the feeling is bright, clubhousey, and how did you come to live here? The party's theme was high school and much to his friends' credit they remembered the dress code while I found myself untucking the back of my polo shirt and turning my collar up. They had fruit roll ups(remember those from high school!? And Capri Suns? This was more a pan-school snack event) you could lick and transfer to your skin in case you hadn't been to prison.
AHH! And they had Tab in the pink can! While I had no Coke Zero onhand, I did a taste-test from memory and I think Tab's aftertaste is more diffuse and lingering, even sickly while CZ's is as sweet, but has more bite. But before I could even finish my Tab, it transformed from this
into this
and made a pass at Starr Kendall.
As I was leaving, Jonathan introduced me to two of his female friends, Wynn(sp?) and Neetha(sp? Hindian?). Neetha wore a black skirt thing and shiny, leathery boots.
"I'm supposed to be goth even though it wasn't really at my high school at the time. I sort of slept through high school, but I wasn't on drugs or anything," Neetha said.
Keeping in mind that I'm not under the influence of anything except stupidity, I say:
"Well, at least you weren't in some Austrian's basement."
Wynn turns her head like she's just been slapped across the face, but other than that everything else APPEARS to remain normal amongst us. I could, however, feel the vaccuum that had been created where amiable social interaction had only moments before been. We all chat for another minute as if nothing had happened and as I leave Johnathan says,"See you Tuesday!" through a smile that looks chiseled into place.
On the walk home across the Pulaski Bridge, I considered how I knew intellectually what I'd said was wrong, but wasn't feeling it, perhaps as some sort of defense mechanism. I told Starr later what I'd said and he winced and chortled and shook his head "Oh, no you DIDN'T" while another friend said, "Ah, that wasn't so bad..." I have yet to ask Jonathan what he thought, but he's posted to this blog before so let's see what he says. And if I was beyond the pale, then I'll try to remember that it WAS only high school, and I'm a little smarter now. Little.
AHH! And they had Tab in the pink can! While I had no Coke Zero onhand, I did a taste-test from memory and I think Tab's aftertaste is more diffuse and lingering, even sickly while CZ's is as sweet, but has more bite. But before I could even finish my Tab, it transformed from this
into this
and made a pass at Starr Kendall.
As I was leaving, Jonathan introduced me to two of his female friends, Wynn(sp?) and Neetha(sp? Hindian?). Neetha wore a black skirt thing and shiny, leathery boots.
"I'm supposed to be goth even though it wasn't really at my high school at the time. I sort of slept through high school, but I wasn't on drugs or anything," Neetha said.
Keeping in mind that I'm not under the influence of anything except stupidity, I say:
"Well, at least you weren't in some Austrian's basement."
Wynn turns her head like she's just been slapped across the face, but other than that everything else APPEARS to remain normal amongst us. I could, however, feel the vaccuum that had been created where amiable social interaction had only moments before been. We all chat for another minute as if nothing had happened and as I leave Johnathan says,"See you Tuesday!" through a smile that looks chiseled into place.
On the walk home across the Pulaski Bridge, I considered how I knew intellectually what I'd said was wrong, but wasn't feeling it, perhaps as some sort of defense mechanism. I told Starr later what I'd said and he winced and chortled and shook his head "Oh, no you DIDN'T" while another friend said, "Ah, that wasn't so bad..." I have yet to ask Jonathan what he thought, but he's posted to this blog before so let's see what he says. And if I was beyond the pale, then I'll try to remember that it WAS only high school, and I'm a little smarter now. Little.
posted by DvDLvN | 12:25 PM
7 Comments:
I do have a vague recollection of you saying something strange shortly before your egress. But I had maybe overdone it with the Capri Suns and Handi Snax by that point, so it's pretty hazy. Anything offensive would have stuck... and this just slid right off my slick, uncrenelated brain. Replaying the moment in my mind, I think I was possibly momentarily just unsure "where to go" with "that". A fine testament to my improv skills!
I shouldn't worry too much about the incident; on my party attendees rating chart, you made out quite well. (It all comes down to mingling skills.)
I am so showing this blog entry to [G]eeta tomorrow at work.
The party host has spoken! While indeed what I said was inappropriate, it wasn't "Holocaust" inappropriate. Hopefully [G]eeta will soon weigh in with words of judgement....
I remember something inappropriate you once said to me at a party....I won't repeat it here. That would be RUDE. The inappropriate joke you posted about here, though, was mild. Topical, if anything, and current. Who doesn't like that in a party guest?
Thanks for weighing in, Jen.
For those wondering, let's just say that I ASSUMED Jen was as open about her personal habits with her sketch-mates as she was with me when under the influence.
Come to learn that is not the case.
For the record, DAVID, I beleive I'm the friend you referred to as saying that the statement wasn't that bad.
You can print my name.
As for whatever you said to Jen, it was probably really horrible and you should wash your mouth out with Comet.
- Shawn
I spelled 'believe' wrong.
sincerely,
- typo
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