Kissing Strangers

So last night, Katie and I went over to “The First Big Thang,” a “party” hosted by BYU and co. This consisted of a mass of people made up of boys trying to show off their weird moves as well as girls jumping in the air, all this to fairly tame music. Supposedly there was ice cream coming, so we stayed a little longer, and eventually got frozen solid (and by frozen solid, I mean tooth-breaking) ice cream sandwiches. More than a little disappointed, we began the trek back to 80 Penrose Hall, with the intention to order pizza to ease the pain. We stopped at a pavilion to rest and order our pizza, and right before we dialed Papa John’s number, a kind-looking boy came and sat by us and invited us to come to a party on Center Street with him and his friends, promising “free Mexican food.”

Needless to say, he had us at “free food.” We got in his car with another of his friends, and headed to the party. (We met them on campus—I promise we wouldn’t get in a car with complete strangers unless they seemed normal... right, Katie?) *Hold it! What is that supposed to mean? Just because i have a wild, free spirit doesnt mean i throw caution to the wind miss.* Every time we passed someone on the road, we would holler, “Want to come eat free Mexican food with us at a party?” and we actually almost got another group of girls to come with us. We continued this even once we were far off the BYU campus, forgetting that not everyone wandering the streets of Provo at night is an innocent BYU freshman. We passed three guys who looked about early to mid-20’s, and once we had invited them, they actually got in the car. This was in the back of a little Nissan, so the lack of space allowed (forced?) us to get to know these guys pretty quickly. Katie and the guy next to her started flirting almost as soon as he got in, *my flirting was tame. his was grody.* and he had his arm around her within two seconds of asking her name. *at least he smelled nice. That was the least he could do since i was being smashed by your big bottom!* Once we got to the party, we somehow almost instantly lost our normal, BYU freshman friends, and were stuck with these MEN who obviously didn’t have the same idea of right and wrong as us. Katie and her “boyfriend” *I resent this statement* still had their arms around each other, and, at the suggestion of one of the other creeps, ended up KISSING.*Let me clarify. Kissed. Just one. And it was like kissing my own arm. So dont sound so dramatic.* All the while, I’m standing there, wondering how on Earth we got here and what the heck I’m supposed to do with the wild animal also known as my roommate who was currently kissing a guy we had met five minutes earlier.  *People would kill to have a wild animal like me for a roommate. Remember that.* Typical night for a BYU freshman, I guess.

We ended up going in the mosh pit with our “friends,” but after two minutes of two thousand times too much contact with weird strangers, we ran away and eventually found our BYU friends and made it home just in time to order pizza (since there wasn't even any free food anywhere). Thank heavens for Papa John’s.   *And i just ate the leftovers for lunch. HOLLA!!*

* Lydia created the original post. but due to inconsistencies in the storyline i felt the need to clarify. Therefore hence, italic comments are by yours truly, Kafrin.*