Party Crashers
After last weekend's disappointment, we decided to do something a little bit different meaning, we crashed a party. The idea was to drive by this one place we had always seen on Friday and/or Saturday nights throwing monstrous parties with people swarming the outside while loud music and at times what sounds like live performances are taking place inside. It's a house centered in Beverly Hills where my girlfriend lives and each time I drove to pick her up or left in a drunken stupor, it never ceased to amaze me that there was a party going on and all I kept thinking was, how do we get invited?? My girlfriend only described the dwellers as "mystery" people. She said she never saw them leave the house yet everytime she tried to catch them leaving or going, she'd miss them. No dogs to walk, no newspaper fetches, only shadows appearing through the windows. Still, we made it a point to crash the next shin dig we saw.
So we did it. Saturday night, we walked from her house and slowly manuevered ourselved onto the lawn where partygoers were taking their cancer stick breaks. First I had flashbacks from Eyes Wide Shut and wondered what we were walking into but figured it was safe to walk in to the sounds of Timbaland. Unless people like having giant orgies to that now...so we took a deep breath and walked in when we heard, "Excuse me." Door man, i thought...forgot about that. But it wasn't...it was worse. "Do I know you?" he said. We had no idea who he was. "Um -- we live up the street." I wanted to run. He pushed on, "Oh, hmm, well who invited you?" Just as I was beginning to make a run for it, a saving grace came. Someone had shouted for whoever was grilling us and we could only conclude that he was the host or owner. As we began walking through the house I thought "what's the big deal if we're not invited?" We started talking to a couple people there, one guy asking, "Have you tried the buffet yet?" We retorted "No, we're not really hungry." He started laughing and walked away. It took a second to find the "buffet" but when we did, we realized why it was invite only. It's the kind of sight that's sort of hilarious because you feel like you're in Scarface but at the same time fucking scary because it's real. To be honest, it's not something I want to describe and all I'm going to say is we picked the wrong party to crash and we booked it to the next shin dig where if caught we wouldn't spend our lives in prison...but they did play great music.
