Why I Will Never Gatecrash A Party Again
It's Saturday night, I'm at work, the neighbors have loud music, I want to ask them to turn up the volume...
When I was growing up, I soon realized that where the party music was going well, you could get a bottle of wine, dress up, smile, say “John invited us Invitation,” and you are having fun. But there are times when things don't go as planned...
Like the time I (caucasian) and some Asian friends tried to make a party with awesome sound, awesome music, awesome music system, we were happy. . . We received our drinks and knocked on the door. A smiling boy answered the door, smiling 4 generations of black people behind him in the room, all running a remarkable similarity in appearance, dressed in their Sunday best, well, You probably guessed it, a family party! Red faced, we quickly apologized. We got the wrong address. We went home, watched TV alone... Many years later, of course this fiasco was forgotten, because I was tried again. I haven't learned my lesson yet. My next door neighbors seem to be partying every day. I didn't call either. The music, coming from the solid cement wall, sounded amazing. Heavy bass, good sound and the sound of them laughing, that's more than I can handle! So, with a bottle of good wine, I collected my heart and knocked on their door; point of return. The door opened, they smiled widely and said of course, I am very welcome. They invited me and I saw everyone sitting around the TV. Not many people really, just a few. Everyone who watches the movie Jungle Book sings and growls. I didn't like The Jungle Book. Oh dear. It was a long night.
My face hurts after hours of forcing my face to smile. My arms ached as I forced myself to clap. It is only my voice that is still not good, but that is because I do not know what is written in those songs. As soon as the film was finally allowed to wrap up, I thanked them as well as I could and retired to the joys of my home.
Needless to say, this was the last party I attended. A lesson was learned.
Music from next door neighbors (different owner) sounds great as I write. I'm just knocking for temptation. He's leaving. I enjoy music from afar. Life is Beautiful.
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