I really enjoy writing these accounts, they feel like a form of therapy and it’s something to do while watching TV and a great distraction from work.
We are now approaching the present day, but I wanted to talk about Halloween, which was two weeks ago yesterday.
Everyone one must know about the differences between Halloween in England and America. While England halloween is not celebrated by all and is all extremely mundane, in America, from what I have exprieixned halloween is mental, well at least where I live.
Now Halloween In London was and is basic, I remember last year I went clubbing, my effort consisted of extra eyeliner and extra eyeshadow and an entirely black outfit, but that’s about it. I also remember my nanny buying sweets to hand out to the children who knocked on our door. But again that was about it.
But this year again after watching mean girls and various high school and college movies and TV shows, admittedly I was excited to experience an American halloween night. I remember the streets being decks with Halloween decorations for weeks before the day and that school day, I remember everyone adhering the the Halloween traditions, by accessorising their outfits. I also remember the constant gossip and chatter about the entire cohorts house party, that was being hosted by the football (soccer) team. You would notice that American football isn’t big in my area, I was shook as well, that was the foundation of my American stereotype was wrong. But anyway, the fact that this party was for the entire cohort meant it could even be attended by some Freshman, of course they had to be invited or a plus one, but essentially the party was massive and consisted of all different groups and people, and was totally inclusive to the entire upper class (juniors and seniors).
All my friends had decided to go with their best boy friends or literal boyfriends, meaning the week before I was forced (obviously not forced because I could have been a third wheel) to quickly find myself a ‘date’ for the party. I decided to ask a boy that I was friendly with on the football team (I couldn’t go with my brother because he was dressing up with all his friends), even though I wasn’t interested in the sport that captured the entire cohort (ironic because it’s a european heritage) and I definitely hadn’t watched the high school games, but I figured it would make my time better, you know going with someone who would know everyone there, that wouldn’t get embarrassed and of course have unlimited access to drink and the DJ. We had AP English together and his charisma and attitude definitely seemed fun and blazè, so one day during my lesson, the previous week I hinted at him that I needed a boy to go to the party with and the next day he asked me, (thankfully). (I think it took a day because he needed to make sure that the football team weren’t all going together) They weren’t but they were pre-ing at the party house meaning I was now invited to that, guess my decision to go with him was a good one and I knew that I would have secured an invite to the after-party.
I mean all this talk in previous accounts about trying to isolate myself I realise was probably my denial and fear and now I realised I could enjoy my senior year and have fun.
Anyway, we decided to dress as Batman and Cat woman basic I know, but surprisingly we weren’t aware of anyone doing it, so while I wore my revealing, skin-tight outfit, with only my mask feeling like a coverup, he wore the basic batman outfit available to purchase on amazon. We went to the pre’s and with every look and obvious checking out I got more and more self-conscious, but that was when I realised it was time to get drunk.
And this blog once again makes me sound like an alcoholic or someone diagnosed with anxiety, I can’t lie, I probably do have both those things.
I explicitly remember that night that I wanted to have a laugh and I was ready for it and it was obvious that the football team was as well. We started to down shot after shot but unlike them I was and am a complete lightweight, no matter how much I try to build up my tolerance.
Anyway I was absolutely pissed by the time people began to arrive at the house, I was barely able to stand up and therefore for the beginning of the night was practically leaning on my date, I danced with him and my friends who had come with their ‘dates’, for the majority of the night, not being able to drink anymore, as I was just one drink away from vomiting. I remember laughing and joking and flirting with as many boys as possible and really and truly enjoying myself with my friends. My date throughout the night stuck by me and personally introduced me to many of my peers who I hadn’t yet had an actual conversation with, (although looking back they can’t of got the best interpretation of me, with me being drunk and all).
I remember that by the end of the party at about one am due to police interference, I had sobered up and could now be considered ‘tipsy’ and we headed to an after party at someone from the teams house. There was around thirty of us there who had made the cut from the five hundred people who had been at the party. It included the football team and all their dates, as well as a couple people who had been personally invited . I reminder (not literally remember but from snapchat stories) getting re-pissed during a game of flip, sip or strip and on these stories watching myself getting with 1/2/3 people that I only knew by association (they seemed to all be good looking) . I remember the majority of the players having to take of their top, leaving me therefore in just my bra and leather trousers. Another game we played which left me on the brink of unconsciousness was Dirty Pint. It was brutal.
The next day I woke up with a paralysing hangover in my house at three pm, with a bucket of sick by my bed, which resulted in my absence from school. I figured that a bunch of my friends would be absent after watching snapchat stories of me and them out until four in the morning. That morning I realised that I wasn’t going to go to the city on the weekend to see my dad who was living in an apartment there for work and go clubbing with my brother and couple of our friends, because I would definitely still be worn out from that night, and I was.
Anyway thats how my halloween went.
Comment any mad halloween night’s in America.