Whelp. So yesterday I went to my first party, an actual party with alcohol and no one celebrating their birthday. It was an opportunity to meet all the new students and get to know some of the ones in my class too which I thought was great! Well.. not really but I needed to try and make some friends xD
I got there and stood there awkwardly, I really am not one for jumping into conversations. Eventually I ended up talking to this one person, they were really great! And got so so drunk. I stayed sober the whole evening because I didn't have any money to afford alcohol so I just followed and was dragged around by them for the evening, which was great because I got to meet everyone. No literally, everyone. At least 5 times each person pfft! It was nice saying hello to everyone. I got misgendered a few times, my new friend noticed that and decided to start introducing me and saying 'he' as they did to help people get the picture - which was so sweet! As they got drunker I recieved SO many hugs and got told I was handsome by them at least 4 times! Someone I used to know showed up and called me by my birthname which hurt, a lot. I went off to grab my phone and when I got back I found out they went up to him and explained that I go by Rem etc etc. They really were looking out for me.
And then someone broke the ping pong table and we all were kicked out. Everything went downhill from there.
I started taking them home then their boyfriend had wandered off without them. Which was awkward. They called him and he was so shitfaced he could barely talk back making it really hard for them. They started to cry and got really upset, I tried my best to keep it together with them till their boyfriend showed up, which eventually he did. Then they started to have an emotional breakdown while he was too drunk to care or understand why they were upset and kept trying to walk off and said offhand slightly rude comments. They got so upset we couldnt move them, they were screaming in the street in complete emotional pain and I had no idea what to do, because every time I comforted them he started to walk off - which made them even more upset! It took me from 10:30pm to 1:45am to get them both home and as soon as I dropped them off and left I had a complete emotional breakdown from all the stress and keeping things together to make sure they don't feel any worse when I was with them. I got home and found out my housemate had eaten my pizza leaving me with no food left and I just could not deal with anything. I ended up calling my parents and talking to my dad till I was emotionally stable again then went to bed.
That was a long night. I'm not sure I'm one for parties!
