The beat hammers everything … including, it would seem, writhing bodies on the dance floor.
But somehow they always bounce back, just when it looks like someone has had way too many drinks and is about to get hammered completely off balance.
For tonight’s PARTY, Adeline has stapled all the furniture, sprayed graffiti on the walls and plundered both the wine cellars in the house. Presto: One football-field-sized-designer-dining-hall transformed into suburban techno garage.
Her parents are going to kill her.
That is, when they get home from the Caribbean or … wherever.
I have to admit that after the first hour or so I got the weird feeling that Adeline’s parents never really lived in this huge lakeside mansion – which, by the way, I never really had any idea was only 10 miles up the shore. It’s still so far away from dirty old Cleveland, though, that it feels like another world in which just Adeline reigns supreme, like some Pippi Longstocking Queen of Goth. She certainly behaves that way tonight.
Most of the teachers went ballistic when she handed out invitations to everyone on our high. ‘What about the annual year-end party on campus?’ they whined. Duh. What about biology lessons vs. an actual roll in the hay? I don’t think the teachers have anything to worry about, though. Most of the guys and girls who came here tonight will probably show up to the traditional event next week, as always. But this all-round warm-up was too tempting to turn down for half the school.
Except if you happen to be me, of course.
In that case, it’s not surprising that someone had to spend two days convincing you to attend; someone like Richard.
(The same Richard, by the way, who should have been here to meet me three hours ago.) Continue reading