A friend of mine recently celebrated her birthday and in typical DDK fashion, she rents a "party bus" till 3a.m so we could all bask ourselves in alcohol and "enjoy" the night. Although this day was meant to be "all about her," I saw it as a metaphor for my life. Throughout the day, she ran errands and hyped the fast approaching night, she was filled with energy and as enthusiastic as a bridezilla who awaits the breaking point...it was "HER" birthday, "HER" bus, "HER" rules and she could do anything she wanted. As it neared 10 o'clock, she increased the volume and the yells became louder "is everyone ready?!" "The bus is here, get your asses out!!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"...and the louder she got, the less attractive the concept of "free alcohol" became...I thought to myself "someone shut this bitch up"...but she was right! It was her birthday and she could shove a 20inch pole down her throat if she wanted to.
I know I got a little carried away with the roommate bashing, but my point here was to make comparison between this party bus and my rather interesting life. In my early teenage years, this was my approach to life...it was MY party, MY rules and if you didn’t like it, I got more outrageous and rebellious just "cos"! It was all about me and if you didn’t approve, you could have a glass of cyanide on my account. Later that night, I approached the alcohol bar at the back of the bus and put my bartending skills to work....MISSION: increase the blood alcohol level of everyone! The correlation between alcohol intake and energy in that bus was a ridiculously positive one! Everyone got louder and louder as the music drowned in their voices...the tower of Babylon couldn’t have made it past the foundation if these fuckers were present. "D...D...K!!" Mo screamed...and everyone co-signed the chant! Yes! We are "fun" people.
As I looked around, I noticed that clothing items on these women were gradually and significantly reducing...even I bust out the splits...twat hitting the ground like ouch! Back to my oh so interesting life...at some point, I wanted to do everything...multitask and take the world down one shot a time! I "bust into the splits" and took risks that were unexplainable, I did things because I realized that people were watching and it mattered to me whether or not they felt I was better than the next person...my drive was not within, but merely fueled by those insignificants who might or might not have noticed the impeccable skills I displayed when I did the splits...once again, please do not take any of this literally.
I know I got a little carried away with the roommate bashing, but my point here was to make comparison between this party bus and my rather interesting life. In my early teenage years, this was my approach to life...it was MY party, MY rules and if you didn’t like it, I got more outrageous and rebellious just "cos"! It was all about me and if you didn’t approve, you could have a glass of cyanide on my account. Later that night, I approached the alcohol bar at the back of the bus and put my bartending skills to work....MISSION: increase the blood alcohol level of everyone! The correlation between alcohol intake and energy in that bus was a ridiculously positive one! Everyone got louder and louder as the music drowned in their voices...the tower of Babylon couldn’t have made it past the foundation if these fuckers were present. "D...D...K!!" Mo screamed...and everyone co-signed the chant! Yes! We are "fun" people.
As I looked around, I noticed that clothing items on these women were gradually and significantly reducing...even I bust out the splits...twat hitting the ground like ouch! Back to my oh so interesting life...at some point, I wanted to do everything...multitask and take the world down one shot a time! I "bust into the splits" and took risks that were unexplainable, I did things because I realized that people were watching and it mattered to me whether or not they felt I was better than the next person...my drive was not within, but merely fueled by those insignificants who might or might not have noticed the impeccable skills I displayed when I did the splits...once again, please do not take any of this literally.
Occasionally, I would get a little tired and sit for a while...wiping the sweat off my face and my ass hits the seats on this bus, Mo would yank me and "make" me dance to this song because she needed a "partner"..."oh! Let’s do the stroll" she would say and I would watch my reluctance turn to excitement...my life? YES! those times when it was only right to "stop," that one person came along and knocked me out of my pessimism...told me I could do it...gave me just enough energy to get me up and left me with no PUSH...nothing to keep me going, so I end up standing there with sore calves, then I turn around and realize some bitch took my seat! aarrgghh!!!
Occasionally, we made the bus driver pull over as we needed smoke breaks...at some point, the driver decided to park in a gas station...now I definitely know that this is a metaphor for not only my life, but many of you!...sometimes we pull our buses over in a gas station, knowing damn fucking well that it is filled with a bunch of drunken 20-somethings who make it a point to remind you that they "don’t give a fuck" ...sure! They have lighters and cigarettes...and sure, there is petrol and diesel all over the place...but oh well, hop out and put your lighters up wont cha! This reminds me of those stupid decisions I made in the past...those decisions I knew were clearly outrageous, but I went ahead anyway...like a stupid woman who has unprotected sex and crosses her fingers in hope for her period a few weeks later.
Occasionally, we made the bus driver pull over as we needed smoke breaks...at some point, the driver decided to park in a gas station...now I definitely know that this is a metaphor for not only my life, but many of you!...sometimes we pull our buses over in a gas station, knowing damn fucking well that it is filled with a bunch of drunken 20-somethings who make it a point to remind you that they "don’t give a fuck" ...sure! They have lighters and cigarettes...and sure, there is petrol and diesel all over the place...but oh well, hop out and put your lighters up wont cha! This reminds me of those stupid decisions I made in the past...those decisions I knew were clearly outrageous, but I went ahead anyway...like a stupid woman who has unprotected sex and crosses her fingers in hope for her period a few weeks later.
After a few more smoke breaks, being refused entrance into the club because we "were too drunk to party with the rest of the normal world," a long unnecessary walk on the beach as a last resort to forcing the "fun," and an argument with someone I was extremely vexed by for "slapping me on the ass"...well, shit, I asked for it, next time I would limit my display of flexibility to my bedroom! Finally a long ride towards "home," was in progress. I found myself on a bus with entirely different people from those I got in it with. We were drained; we could no longer keep up with the lyrics and had no energy to sing along. We constantly looked outside and turned into 5 and 6 year olds yelling "are we there yet?" every ten minutes. We just wanted to go home! We had enough of seeing bare ass and lesbians in action. We were tired of exchanging bodily fluids via whatever form of contact and after five hours, smelling the next person's sweat made you want to vomit. WE HAD ENOUGH!
Well...my metaphor! My life! gosh I think I can really say "I’ve been there, done that"...of course the height of someone else’s' rebellion marks the bottom line of innocence another person claims...We got home and everyone hopped out this party bus not looking back. At the end of the day, we went on a journey, some highly unnecessary and some well needed. As for me, I wouldn’t have traded my night on the party bus for anything; however, it always felt good lying on my bed and going to sleep...my life? the party bus...intoxicating yet very interesting; exhausting yet educating; demanding yet exciting...I wonder what the bus driver thought of me when I made my exit to lay in my bed...I wonder what you will say about me when I leave you...well, all I can say is life has been and continues to be filled with experiences and encounters...and I encourage you to embrace and acknowledge the details of your own party buses! Goodluck!
Well...my metaphor! My life! gosh I think I can really say "I’ve been there, done that"...of course the height of someone else’s' rebellion marks the bottom line of innocence another person claims...We got home and everyone hopped out this party bus not looking back. At the end of the day, we went on a journey, some highly unnecessary and some well needed. As for me, I wouldn’t have traded my night on the party bus for anything; however, it always felt good lying on my bed and going to sleep...my life? the party bus...intoxicating yet very interesting; exhausting yet educating; demanding yet exciting...I wonder what the bus driver thought of me when I made my exit to lay in my bed...I wonder what you will say about me when I leave you...well, all I can say is life has been and continues to be filled with experiences and encounters...and I encourage you to embrace and acknowledge the details of your own party buses! Goodluck!
4 comments:
Ok sigh. This is so not fair, am startin to slightly hate u o. Why u making me think like this, yep was dat rebellious teen or I am still that rebellious teen. Don't give a fuck cus i think it's all about me. Yep, i still do stuff based on what i expect ppl's reactions to be like.
Kim i get test tomorrow,i never study. I must finish reading your whole blog today before I study.
inasmuch as i try, i couldnt read past " ...did the split..."
you can do the split? wow! ok...lol
i guess as we grow older, we get wiser and realize that the world doesnt revolve around US. the experiences of our youthful exhuberance eventually gives way to the more mature level headed woman....and yes, those party bus experiences help shape us as well.
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