red solo cups were just about everywhere so
many of them that if you and I were to cross our eyes there would be a red blur
surrounding us amounts of alcohol
one would consume before knowing the limits
underage hearing nearby conversations LOL I am the
fly on the wall cautiously observing
every detail
mans hands touch and grab
a lady’s body without her response under the influence so heavily no thinking for herself fondled with taken advantage of perhaps later in the
night sex
waking up in bed with some
stranger frightened recalling every memory possible from the
night before no luck
life of
disarray don’t shhhh
sit your cup down the bowl containing gallons
of alcohol rested upon the stove frat
boys sleazy
girls NOOO everyones trying to get lucky
i watch it take place from
afar pouring a mysterious vile in the
“punch bowl” drugs ? sip sip
dancing reckless like no ones watching but I am
outrageous giggles over nonsense beats on my ear drum heavy and
loud drink
this chugging woah alcohol stains on that guys
clothing peoples reeked of the smell
stumbling through
the crowd friends why are you drinking so much now she is dancing with the guys and
secretly laughing with strange
girls foreign liquids get mixed eventually tossed down the throat and down to the stomach
nausea I hear please come with me my hand
is quickly grabbed and pulled in direction
weaving through the crowd
parting the RED SEA (solo cups
everywhere) forceful she opened the door feeling
sick she leaned on the toilet the music blaring we have to scream to hear eachothers thoughts
drunk not I
he fell and lied there for a
moment on his feet again vigorously
dancing tight low cut shirts that all those damn
frat boys eyes clung too
red solo cups were just about everywhere so
many of them that if you and I were to cross our eyes there would be a red blur
surrounding us amounts of alcohol
one would consume before knowing the limits
underage hearing nearby conversations LOL I am the
fly on the wall cautiously observing
every detail
mans hands touch and grab
a lady’s body without her response under the influence so heavily no thinking for herself fondled with taken advantage of perhaps later in the
night sex
waking up in bed with some
stranger frightened recalling every memory possible from the
night before no luck
life of
disarray don’t shhhh
sit your cup down the bowl containing gallons
of alcohol rested upon the stove frat
boys sleazy
girls NOOO everyones trying to get lucky
i watch it take place from
afar pouring a mysterious vile in the
“punch bowl” drugs ? sip sip
dancing reckless like no ones watching but I am
outrageous giggles over nonsense beats on my ear drum heavy and
loud drink
this chugging woah alcohol stains on that guys
clothing peoples reeked of the smell
stumbling through
the crowd friends why are you drinking so much now she is dancing with the guys and
secretly laughing with strange
girls foreign liquids get mixed eventually tossed down the throat and down to the stomach
nausea I hear please come with me my hand
is quickly grabbed and pulled in direction
weaving through the crowd
parting the RED SEA (solo cups
everywhere) forceful she opened the door feeling
sick she leaned on the toilet the music blaring we have to scream to hear eachothers thoughts
drunk not I
he fell and lied there for a
moment on his feet again vigorously
dancing tight low cut shirts that all those damn
frat boys eyes clung too
feeling confused and lost why I thought at times my eyes couldn't believe what I saw, heard, smelt, tasted and felt
feeling confused and lost why I thought at times my eyes couldn't believe what I saw, heard, smelt, tasted and felt
wasted
This Camera Eye gives in details what I experienced going to my first college party. I was paranoid it would get busted, or I would become separated from my friends. I observed almost everything, cause I wanted a good idea on what was taking place.
Kayla,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy this post because I have been through the same experience. It was crazy and exciting and frightening all in one. I was trying to stay right on my sisters’ hips because I was just terrified of getting lost like you were. I can relate to you about being worried about the drinks and feelings of sketchiness, because even though I have been to many of the parties I still feel worried about those things. I have also observed how messy and sloppy it can get-- one thing I definitely do not enjoy. I feel like it gets old easily and is somewhat overrated, and I feel these emotions in some parts of your Camera Eye.
Kayla,
ReplyDeleteYour camera eye gives the impression, as you say, of a "fly on the wall." Much is observed, but there is little participation until someone breaks that plane of separation and grabs your hand. The quick descriptions help us feel like we are there with you, taking more in than we can process or talk through entirely. I like how you return to this image of the ubiquitous red solo cup throughout your writing. It is a detail that says a lot about what is happening, and yet very little about itself.