I just went to the best party ever, omg
Hi Reddit, I usually post my problems or how I’m really done with life, but I actually have some good news.
(16fem) My friend (16fem), invited me to her sweet sixteen about two months ago. I was going to go, but I was lowkey dreading going because 1.she invited the girl I recently fell out with, and 2. Whenever I go to a party, I’m good for like the first 30 minutes or so, but then I feel like I’m drifting in a sea of people who actively wish I wasn’t there. This has happened at my other friends quinceañera, friend hang out, dinner with my friends, etc. I just feel so odd and horrible, like I’m ruining the mood for everyone. I get quiet, annoyed, avoidant even because I feel so left out, disconnected, and to be honest, like shit. So, yeah, I wasn’t excited for all, but she’s my close friend so I just told myself to suck it up like the alpha I am, and keep it pushing.
I also wasn’t excited due to the fact that my sister had promised to take me shopping to get her gifts, then completely bailed last minute. Then I asked my mom, and she made me run errands with her for the entire day, so the store I wanted to go to closed. So, I naturally was pissed and freaking out that “holy shit, I’m going to show up with nothing.” But have no fear, my debit card is here. So I spend 50$ ordering the stuff I wanted to buy. But sadly, that started another panic: it’s not going to get her in time. But alas, I received my packages the day of and day before the party. I only had one issue with the gift received as one of them arrived damaged, so I didn’t give her that. But she got a lot of stuff and she later told me she was happy with it.
Anyways, day of the party, I’m lowkey excited. But then, sadly I get into an argument with my mom which kills the mood so bad, you would question if it was ever alive. And then, I put on my party dress and I swear to god I nearly start crying because I look so disgustingly ugly. Yes, I’m insecure, and yes, Mirrors are my biggest enemy. But shh, we shall not discuss that. Anyways, I continue getting ready and after I do my hair, I’m lowkey feeling myself. I didn’t)t look as horrid as before, so win.
I then arrive at the party, it was hosted in her backyard. And holy hell y’all, it was magical. I’m talking about two long tables coated in white and pink set up under a white tarp. A taco and nacho stand in the corner, a desert table with her cake, and this huge deck with fairy lights. I literally told her, “You’re backyard looks like a garden,” and she just nonchalantly laughed because she’s cool like that. Anyways, I try the nachos and tacos. BOMB. I swear after taking the first bite I nearly ascended to heaven with how good it was. Did I have trouble ordering? Yes, because my friend is Hispanic, everyone there was Hispanic/Mexican, and I am black. I only know basic phrases: si, no, mucho gracias, de nada, mi español es muy mal, lo siento, and si, por favor. But back to the food, I got two plates of nachos, 4 chicken tacos, two cups of Jamaica (this fruity red drink, pronounced Ha-My-Ca (I think, please correct me if I’m wrong), one cup of Horchata (a milk based-cinnamon drink), and steak quesadilla, and a slice of cake. YUM. I usually don’t eat a lot, my family makes comments about it all the time. But y’all? I might as well just started a mukbang channel with all the food I devoured.
Then people started to arrive, and all I could offer was an awkward smile and a sad, “Hola” or “Buenas Tardes.” But t then her friends started to arrive. Did I know any of them? Only one girl. Did that stop me from having a bomb ass time? NO. At first I didn’t talk a lot, but I slowly eased into the conversation like a tired dog sliding into a pool on a hot summer day. And after like 30 minutes, we were all laughing, joking, and talking like we were the bestest friends. They danced on the deck, it was a Hispanic/Mexican dance, I don’t exactly know what it’s called but I’ve seen it before (you dance with a partner, you’re very close and you’re legs are in between theirs, and you just rock and go with the rhythms, eventually speeding up.) Did I know how to do that dance? No. Did I still get up there and dance and laugh with my friends? HELL YEAH Y’ALL.
I had the best time at this party, I even had a rap battle with one of the girls (I absolutely won, btw.), got chased with a beetle by the girl I beat in a rap battle. The best part is, I wasn’t included in every conversation. I don’t know why this worked, or why at this party. But I feel involved, included, and present, even when they spoke to each other in Spanish, or just didn’t speak to me at all. I think it was because even when they had their own conversations and plans, someone would always be like, “(user name), come on, join us,” or “what about (username), what do you think?” I literally stayed present the entire party and I’m so glad I came. Or, and I also forgot to mention, it rained during the party, but stopped shortly after, and there was a double rainbow. (I’m convinced my friend is a fairy: magical backyard, fair like dress, double rainbow.) I’ll attach photos of the rainbow, but oh my god, this has to be the best party I have ever gone to, y’all.