lamest party ever

So, my brother's friends invited us (L. and I) to their Christmas party--they're older, like 25 or 26. Anyway, Kuya said they'll look out for me and all that crap, blah, blah, blah. I'm thinking, okay, they're cool. They're fun to be with. So, it's all going to be okay. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

I had one of the worst times in my life.

Firstly, it was just...weird. Being 18 and cramped up in an apartment full of twenty-somethings. It was awkward. They were really nice and all, offering us beer and wine. We both refused. Here's what killed me: two guys dared my roommate to eat like a little less than 40 block-sized pieces of Dove Chocolates for like thirty something bucks. She asked me if she should do it, and I said no. That's disgusting--don't do it for those guys and their money. It's degrading and demeaning. It's just like what people do on that supid show "Fear Factor". It's sick. They pressure her and pressure her, and she does it anyway, to my dissent. So, for most of the party, I'm sitting there watching her chug down chocolates while these, I'm sorry to type this as it is not my nature to use profanity, stupid assholes, cheer her on and tell me that I'm not being "supportive". God, I was so disgusted. I literally wanted to walk out the door and walk home, but too bad they drove us to the party--I had to wait for her to finish the stupid bowl of chocolates. She did, and cheers from the guys ensued, and winner takes thirty bucks, a stomach ache, and nausea. And something like a pound and a half of chocolate in the system. Yech.

I sat by her on the couch through this whole sordid chocolate affair and read an Entertainment Weekly. When I finished that, she had been down to her last nine pieces. That's when I put my observing skills to work.

I watched these people drink more and more and talk and lip-sing to the music playing, and in my head I kept thinking--Dear God, don't let this happen to me. I don't want to be like these people. I would hate myself if this is what I would become. This can't be me in a little less than 10 years, it can't. It was so unenlightening and disturbing and mind-boggling to accept what was going on as fun and enjoyment for these people.

I felt like Zach Braff in "Garden State" when he's at the party, and he barely knows anyone except his old high school buddies. And the only thing that makes everything better is the ecstasy he takes. So pretty much to sum up the whole experience, I felt like Zach Braff in the party scene only without drugs and alcohol.

I was really disappointed in my roommate. I mean, she can do whatever she wants, but I was really hoping she wouldn't have taken that stupid dare. I just don't think it's worth being in the spotlight for these stupid people. To have eaten that chocolate and accepted that money for the feat. I also don't think I want to hang out with my brother's friends anymore. I mean, I guess they were cool for a while, and I looked up to them as well, but now I'm not so sure. One of the guys who was part of the dare (my brother's friend's boyfriend) apologized to me afterward saying that he wouldn't have gone through with it if I was disturbed or annoyed. It's a little too late for that now, isn't it? I said that I didn't care--he saw right through that. I'm sort of glad that he did. He drove us home, Thank God. I didn't speak at all the way back, but being loaded on like a Christmas's worth of chocolate, my roommate spoke much, which I'm thankful for. My mind was racing with thoughts about the party and how I'd convey my disgust and sadness on this blog.

Am so glad it's over. So glad to be home.