No Party Person

I am no party person. With most parties, the feeling of anticipation I have beforehand is pretty much the same feeling of dread and listlessness that I feel before writing a term paper or studying for an exam. There are some parties which I like, but parties with people I hardly know are not something I look forward too, even if they often enough turn out mostly enjoyable.

Regina, a girl from Jörg's jûdô club, turned 18 today. Of course I know Regina - from practice - and some of her friends; although most of the people present at the party were totally unknown to me - and they appeared unbelievably childish. Except for Jörg, there was no-one there whom I'd actually consider a close friend, or even a 'friend' at all; they're all... acquaintances.

I'm only 22, which means that my own 18th birthday is only four years back. Boy, did this party make me feel old. Old and distanced: This had nothing to do with my life, nothing. Getting drunk listening to lousy music has never been on my fun list. Watching people do it, because you have to drive home, so you can't have alcohol yourself, is even less fun. [Remember, people, in Germany you can have alcoholic drinks from the age of 16 on. So an 18th birthday party is naturally alcoholic.]

There were some funny moments - when the kids tried to tap a barrel and did everything that can possibly been done wrong wrong, and the beer went shooting through the air (miraculously, it didn't hit me), or when a totally drunk 16-year-old told us the story of her life - well, I'll tell that in full length. It went like this:
16-year-old drunk girl (henceforth known as Melli): ...so, what's your names?
Julia: I'm Julia.
Melli: Hi, I'm Melli.
Christian: ... Christian.
Melli: Hi, I'm Melli.
Sarah: I'm Sarah.
Melli: Hi, I'm Melli.
Me: I'm Christiane. And you are Melli.
Melli: ... Christiane. I'm Melli.
Christian: ... and again?
Melli: *stares at Julia* You're...
Christian: Romeo and ...?
Melli: ... Annika.
We: *snerk*
Christian: Romeo and Annika? Let's write Shakespeare again.
Melli: Romea... um, Julia. And you're Christian.
Christian: Very good.
Melli: And you're...
Sarah: Abraham and ...?
Christian: Abraham?!
Melli: Theresa?
Sarah: Abraham and Sarah, yes.
Melli: Ok Sarah. Then you're Theresa.
Me: No, I'm Christiane.
Melli: Ok. *sits* So, how come you know Regina?
We: Jûdô practice.
Melli: Really! So must I be afraid of you because you all could knock me over?
We: Nooooo.
Melli: Sooo, what belts do you have?
Christian: ... currently I'm wearing a black one. No, brown, actually.
Sarah: Ditto.
Melli: *still thinking about Christian's comment* What?
Sarah: Ditto means the same.
Melli: Same as what?
Sarah: Brown belt.
Melli: Oh. You?
Julia: Blue.
Me: Me too.
Melli: So, blue, brown, brown, brown, no, blue. Coooool.
We: ...
Julia: *picking an unripe apple and biting into it* Huh, sour. *hands apple to Sarah*
Sarah: *bites into apple and grimaces* Yup.
Christian: ...what's that?
Sarah: 's just an apple.
Christian: That's what Eva said, too. *takes apple and bites* Hm.
Melli: Oh food food food! Gimme some!
Christian: *eyebrow up* *hands apple over*
Melli: *tries to bite off a bit of apple, failing spectacularly* Okay, normally I can do this. *bites again, succesfully this time*
We: ...
Melli: *jumps up as if bitten by a cramp* OW!
Christian: ... got your period?
Melli: No, that's just over.
Christian: Good for you.
Me: *bites into table*
Melli: No, I bite my fingernails.
Julia: Isn't that interesting.
Melli: Yes, isn't it? And now some apple juice got there and it burns.
Christian: ... you can aenesthesize it with alcohol.
Melli: *tips finger into rum* OW OW OW OW! It burns!
Christian: *headdesks* ... inwardly.
Melli: What?
Christian: ... drink it.
Melli: Oh I did!
We: ... obviously.
Girl with red cap that looks like, you know, the things French revolutionaries have on their heads: Hey, who are you?
Melli: They are Julia, and Romeo, no Christian, and Eva, no Theresa, and Christine.
Not!Theresa: ... Sarah.
Not!Christine: ... Christiane.
French Revolutionary: I'm Lisa.
Christian: Also known as the dwarf.
Lisa: *pouts* They just call me dwarf because I'm so small.
Christian: Actually, it's the cap.
Lisa: ... so, is Pissy here getting on your nerves?
We: ... Pissy?
Melli: That one time, in Sweden, I got drunk on coke and vodka and pissed in my bed.
We: *OMGTMI* ...

I shall cut it there. It was... impressive. We were told that Pissy Melli isn't much different when sober, so I suppose she's a contender for a Darwin Award or something. She was really friendly and cute so I kind of feel bad for, you know, being amused at her expense, but honestly.

They were all so... silly!
And seeing as I'll be on the road from 12pm to 6am tomorrow, and then spending five days of mayhem and torment on the Wewelsburg with the Jûdô club, I don't think it's asking too much that you leave AS SOON AS POLITENESS PERMITS which is when it's finally past midnight and Regina is finally 18 and the gifts have been unwrapped and the first kids are throwing up and the others are falling asleep. But noooo, let's have another beer and talk some more. I know I was being a horrible nag, but as soon as we were at home Jörg dropped dead into bed, so it can't have been all that wrong. If it's late, it's late. If I have to drive, I decide when we drive. That simple.

*sighs*

My mind doesn't get drunkness. I don't know why people want to get drunk. What does it give to you? I suppose it's cool among 'kids', but after the first crash you learn not to do it again, right? Right? My brain as an automatic block that goes 'NO MORE ALCOHOL' once a certain level is reached, which is the level at which it takes about an hour for me to be sober again, so it can't be that much really. I managed to get more drunk once, and although the getting drunk wasn't entirely unpleasant, the being drunk sucked enough to make me wish to never try it again (and I only had a headache and things turning, not even throwing up or anything of that sort).

I'm a party pooper.

Sooo, from noon on, I'll be gone 'till next Friday. You be good. I'll miss you all and try to survive the jûdô camp of d00m without too much damage to fëa, hröa and whathaveyou.

Ich bin außerdem zu müde zum Übersetzen.
Nein, ich weiß auch nicht, warum ich immer erst auf Englisch schreibe.