Post by Kirby Carmichael on Oct 9, 2013 12:35:05 GMT
“Alex!” Kirby yelled from the bottom of the stairs. She waited for a few seconds before yelling the girls name again but there was no response. Kirby had decided to throw somewhat of a barbeque for her neighbors. It was really just a way for her to get to know some more people. She put invites in everyone’s mailbox and today was the day. She went a little overboard. She had a theme for the party as she usually does but the decorations were a little eccentric. She hung up lantern lights and white Christmas lights throughout the entire downstairs. Alex, her roommate, was an art student and Kirby had her draw beach settings on her walls with washable paints. She did like that added touch but there was still something off. Oh, right, the big ass chocolate fountain that she borrowed from the university. Not only was it expensive buying enough chocolate to fill the fountain but she wasn’t sure the idea of it was that sanitary.
It took everything in her not to post a sign that said ‘no double dipping’. She wasn’t a germaphobe but she could just see the potential problems. There were dishes of fruit at the bottom of the fountain, mostly strawberries and she was sure that it didn’t fit the theme. It wasn’t until now that she really thought of it. This could be bad. The theme was beach party and she didn’t know what strawberries had to do with that or a huge chocolate fountain. Minute by minute waiting for people she was growing more self-conscious. Nevertheless, it was too late for fret about it now. The invitations were sent and people were on their way over.
Within an hour, the place already had ten people inside. Kirby walked around with refills on drinks. A lot of people liked the fountain and she pretended that she did as well. So far the party was a huge success. It made her happy considering she thought she would fail miserably. She liked the party though. She liked having her neighbors over. It seemed…normal. She needed some normalcy in her life. Her parents were celebrities and no one had put two and two together yet. Her parent’s parties were more pretentious, a bunch of people dressed in their best and basically judging one another. This party was not like that. People showed up in bikini’s and board shorts. Some lady had a boa, but if it worked, it worked. Kirby wore a pink bikini but covered it with a crocheted sundress and a cowboy hat.
This was the reason she moved to SF. She wanted things like this, things to be normal. She finally felt she had that and that made her smile. As she stood in her silent reverie, someone asked for more vodka. “I’ll get that…” Kirby said immediately. She danced to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle as Little Deuce Coupe by the Beach Boys started. But as she was opening the cupboard to get a fresh cup, a glass had fallen out and shattered on the counter. She let out a little yelp as she stepped back. “Darn it…”
It took everything in her not to post a sign that said ‘no double dipping’. She wasn’t a germaphobe but she could just see the potential problems. There were dishes of fruit at the bottom of the fountain, mostly strawberries and she was sure that it didn’t fit the theme. It wasn’t until now that she really thought of it. This could be bad. The theme was beach party and she didn’t know what strawberries had to do with that or a huge chocolate fountain. Minute by minute waiting for people she was growing more self-conscious. Nevertheless, it was too late for fret about it now. The invitations were sent and people were on their way over.
Within an hour, the place already had ten people inside. Kirby walked around with refills on drinks. A lot of people liked the fountain and she pretended that she did as well. So far the party was a huge success. It made her happy considering she thought she would fail miserably. She liked the party though. She liked having her neighbors over. It seemed…normal. She needed some normalcy in her life. Her parents were celebrities and no one had put two and two together yet. Her parent’s parties were more pretentious, a bunch of people dressed in their best and basically judging one another. This party was not like that. People showed up in bikini’s and board shorts. Some lady had a boa, but if it worked, it worked. Kirby wore a pink bikini but covered it with a crocheted sundress and a cowboy hat.
This was the reason she moved to SF. She wanted things like this, things to be normal. She finally felt she had that and that made her smile. As she stood in her silent reverie, someone asked for more vodka. “I’ll get that…” Kirby said immediately. She danced to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle as Little Deuce Coupe by the Beach Boys started. But as she was opening the cupboard to get a fresh cup, a glass had fallen out and shattered on the counter. She let out a little yelp as she stepped back. “Darn it…”