Everyone who's brown (at least, to my knowledge) knows what I'm going to say here. I'm going to talk about the legendary goodbye that seems to last for an eternity when you don't want it to (or comes too suddenly when you just started to have fun ... but this is usually the exception to the rule).
Usually, people stand at the doorway for half an hour or so and just talk. You know, at this point, the parents have pulled their children away from their friends, gotten everyone to put on their shoes or jackets, blah blah blah. The door is open, but the screen door is still closed... and this is where the problem begins.
A conversation starts ... and then it doesn't end up until the children get tired of waiting and decide to return to their friends. Haha. "Oh wait," they say, "we're leaving right now! Come back here so that we can leave! Don't make us wait any longer for you! We were waiting for you to get ready!" That's my favorite line. Waiting for me? B!tch, please.
Last weekend's grad party was the first never-ending goodbye I had experienced in forever. It was the first grad party I had been to in years, and this is because of me being busy with school or work or studying or applications or simply just avoiding the brownie world. Why involve myself in facades, politics, and bullsh!t, right? ANYWAY, at this party there was a lot of catching up with adults, friends, and acquaintances... and then the dance music came on.
At that instant, I wanted to leave. I do enjoy dancing, but dancing at a brown party is scary. All the children who decide to dance suddenly become performers while ALL the adults watch through judging eyes. Yikes. And to make matters worse, I dance like a total slut. Hahahahha. Of course, there was the obligatory nagging and dragging involved, from friends and surprisingly from my own dad, to go up and essentially make a fool of myself on the floor. Finally, the music got too tempting... I mean, come on, how could I refuse to dance after hearing "Hey Ya!"? I got up there and shook it for less than 5 minutes before a friend said I was dancing "like a whore." Hahhhaah. "Come on, the parents are watching! Keep it G-Rated!!"
I wanted to leave right then and there. I didn't want to awkwardly watch people dancing, and I didn't want to make a fool out of myself either. I told my father that I want to leave and he said okay. I walked back to the dance floor, said goodbye to my friends, and walked off the dance floor. As I'm walking off, my dad and my mom both walked past me, grinning ... in the opposite direction ... TOWARD the dance floor.
COME ON. You JUST said that we could leave, and now I have to watch my own parents shake it?! EWWWWWGHHH. What the hell. It gets so much worse when the brownie music comes on... hahhaha. Now, I have to wait for you guys to stop dancing (ew) until I can leave. One half-hour later, I say goodbye to my friends for the second time, and prepare to leave. On my way out, a few people stopped me to say hello and start conversations. This would not have irritated me so much if I hadn't wanted to leave for the last hour or so. Haha. FINALLY, I escape all of these people, and I make my way to the car with my mom's car keys.
Is everyone in the car? Where are mom and dad? Oh, FINALLY, here they are. Oh wait, we still have to wait for your cousin. WHAT THE FFFFFF. About 2 hours after I wanted to leave, we are finally home. Yikes. *facedesk*
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