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So a few weeks ago I had a cocktail party. I've been watching Mad Men, and I live in a college town, so i thought it would be nice to have a party where everyone didnt wear t shirts and play beer pong while listening to hardcore music.
I made a rule, if you dont dress up, you dont get in. everyone complained, but the exclusivity of the event made it so over the night, at least 60 people showed up.
I played lounge music from the 50s and 60s, (another rule was no music made after 1965), and like i suspected, the lack of loud music and the dress code kept people calm. for the first half of the night, it was drinks, intelligent conversation, and hors d'ouvres (i think thats the right spelling).
the girls wore cocktail dresses, the guys suits and ties, (if they showed up without a tie they had to choose one from my collection. i have around fifty. cause im weird).
all of this made for a nice party. and then someone put on hiphop around 12 am. and everyone started dancing. at this point, id had the party i wanted, so i allowed it. big mistake. the whole attitude of the party changed.
one guy, who ill call hunter. because thats his name. and he sucks, got really drunk and pulled his usual shenanigans. he likes to get beligerant and harass my friend who he dated at one point but who cant stand him. he followed her around. shed hide behind me, id tell him to leave, and as soon as i turned around hed be back in the door. in between all of this he was grabbing and trying to kiss every girl at the party.
after i told him to leave a third time, he came back in the back door, and cornered my friend, and started touching her. it was obvious that it was very unwanted, so i picked him up by the back of his shirt and his belt loop, and roadhoused him out the front door. i said i was sorry but he gave me no choice. cause as much as he deserved it, i hate hurting people. its why i dont box anymore.
he came back yet again. that was the last straw. i told him "two ways this can go, you go outside, or we go outside. whats it going to be?". im not known for saying cool or intimidating things, but i thought that was a good one. and it worked. ive seen him since and he appologized. i told him i still dont want to see his face at my house again.
after all of this i thought the excitement was over. but no. my friend pointed out noise coming from my bedroom. i went down, and it was locked. i yelled "open the fucking door". because frankly i dont want people fucking in my bed. can you blame me? i banged on the door for a few minutes. they came out. i told him to get the fuck out of my house and called him a disrespectful prick. he said "fair enough". and left. was that the end...afraid not.
the guy who thought it would be awesome to fuck on my bed is a close friend of my roommate. i told him the guy wasnt allowed at the house anymore, and he argued with me. i told him i wasnt having this argument while he was drunk (i only had one drink all night), I started to walk away, and he grabbed me by my shirt with both hands. i said "ive had a long night. think about what youre doing. you dont want to touch me right now." or something like that, and probably a lot less intimidating. he let go. i walked away. and slept on the couch.
the next day i flipped my mattress and washed my bedding. gross.
parts of it sucked, but that first two hours of people acting like adults at a party was totally worth it. im getting too old for the college town.
