A Night Out.
My phone's screen is a little blurry, but I think it says it's seven minutes until midnight. The smell in this room is not great, but it's keeping me grounded while the walls start to twirl. Trying to pull up the zipper on my good jeans is a lot harder while trying to keep balance on the five inch stilts I bought just for tonight. Walking out of the stall I catch my appearance in the mirror. Im not even going to try to be modest. I still look good. Thanks to the liquor, my confidence is at an all time high. After all the sweat, my very expensive foundation is still glowing. I have to get back out there before my looks start to melt. After giving my wild hair one last boost and telling the beautiful blurs in the bathroom that I love them too, I make my way back to the dance floor.
Fuck. Now I have to find my friends. Okay self, where did we last see them? Checking my phone is useless because that would involve the ability to read. I walk through the crowd with a confident facade because I'm sure they can all smell fear. Suddenly, a curve ball. The intro to my favorite song is starting to play. Friends or not, this is my moment. Just as my alter ego starts to make an appearance, I spot my salvation. My friends have found me just in time for the first word. I start to feel the bass fighting with my heart beat for the right rhythm. The warmth of the thick air keeps my body heat high. Looking at others in my circle I can feel the synchronization of our energy. Everyone around me flashing big smiles of their bright porcelain. Strangers' eyes wandering, searching for their early morning destination. I've never felt this good in my life. I haven't been able to feel my feet for the past hour. My head is floating from the rush and at this moment I am invincible.
Hours later, at two forty-seven a.m., I'm stuffing my face full of grease. I can tell from the way the guy next to me is staring that I just laughed too loud. I want to be polite but I'm just so tired. My body is slowing down but I can't stop smiling. I still don't know what is next for us tonight. I don't want it to end but my bed is calling me and it hates being sent to voicemail. Is someone calling an uber? That might be what we’re talking about but my brain just can't hold on long enough to keep focus. After minutes of waiting and taking pictures I won't remember, I'm pushed into a silver mom-van. My impromptu three minute nap in the back seat led to me waking up right in front of my apartment gate. Holy shit, I'm home? After staring from the window for a while, I realize that blessings shouldn't be questioned and hop out of the Lyft. While waving a sluggish goodbye to my friends, the key finally unlocks my door. I stumble through the room, peeling my clothes off and rubbing my face off. The collision of my face and a pillow thankfully knocks me out. Thus the perfect ending to the perfect night out.
My name is Bri. I am a twenty- one year old trying to survive in Los Angeles.