Jovana Lopez
Professor Hsia
English 52
11 September 2008
i anticipate friday night, as though im a little kid in toys-r-us about to get a brand new toy. i can't wait until the clock hits 5 and i get out of work. i make my way home and i call my best friend, Lauren. i ask what's going on tonight, she responds with, "well babes for sure we're drinking and going out, come over so we can get all dolled up yeah?" i say, "of course you know it. ill be there soon." i go home, pick up my makeup bag, clothes, shoes, straightener, and i yell from my room, "hey ma ill be home no later than 3am ok? i love you. bye guys" i get in my car and drive to Whittier to Lauren's house. Once i get there, i greet her parents and run upstairs to her room. i give my best friend a kiss on the cheek and throw my stuff on her bed. we call up the rest of the gang and ask them when they will be at the house, they reply around 9. we begin to do eachothers hair, and make up we try on clothes after clothes and we finally find a cute pair of skin tight jeans, mine are teal and hers are purple. she adds a black shirt and i add a leaopard shirt. we throw on our purple boots and we are ready to go. oh but wait ... we need our jewelry to add some more flava to it. once we are completely done we look in the mirror one final time to make sure we look good. theres a honk outside and we say our goodbyes to her parents and promise to be no later than 3am. we run into the street and greet our friends, we get into the beige Toyota Corolla and turn up the volume on the radio. We stop by the liquor store and get some lollipops, gum, and water. we all jump back into the car and start squirming to the beat of the song playing on the Ipod. our friend Larry makes some great drinks and he brought our favorite just for us. Its Sprite and vodka and let me just say that it is off the hook. we pass it around and talk about our week and work and school. we get on the 5 freeway and we look like a couple of trouble makers out to no good, with the music bumping, a huge bottle of sprite, and dancing at every car that passes by us. we keep talking until we hit hollywood boulevard. and then we get into the parking lot, pay for our ticket and look for the closest parking. we find one, hurry up manny before someone else takes it! Whew that was close good thing you hit the gas eh manny? hahaha we all start laughing and get out of the car and start walking to the street. we look around us and cross the street. we get to the club and we show them our I.D.s, we all wait until we are all in the door, we get to the door keeper and we pay him $15 to get in. we hear the music blasting through the wall and we begin hopping to the beat. we cant wait anymore common lets go! we move the curtain and go in, we walk to the beat of the song playing. we dont know what dancefloor to go to since there are 3, hip-hop, 80's, and electronic. we make our way to the 80's dancefloor and start dancing to Blondie. "OH MY GOD DUDE NO WAY, is that Kid Cudi, Day n Night?" we all pause, its our favorite song, we run to the Electronic dancefloor and begin to move our bodies. we are one big family who loves the same thing, dancing. we bob and weave, we jump up and jump down, we feel the beat through our whole body and we forget about all the problems that revolve around us. Nothing matters now, the only thing that matters is stomping your feet to your favorite song, shaking your head from side to side, glancing up and seeing your closests friends together, with smiling faces and bliss shinning through them as though they just got paid. theres nothing like feeling the sweat puring down from your face onto the floor. even those drops sound in tune with the beats surronding you. you need water and you glance over at the bar, you make your way over there and grab 2 bottles, so you can share half with some of your friends and the other one for later. you look back at your friends, and they all look so beautiful, ... dancing like butterflys and looking sexier than ever. the music lives in you, and you cant help but let it posses you. the beat comes out of the speakers as though wind, it just flows out and caresses your face. you feel it and you want more. . . . wait you guys, i brought some water, they all stick their hands out, i pass it out from left to right, and they all take a drink of the water, which feels nice and cold. it is almost like an energy drink that revievs you to keep dancing and not to eer stop. we take a smoke break, and we make our way outside of the club. we pass out our ciggaretts and pass around the lighters, we begin talking about random things, with no purpose whatsoever. as we talk, we still cant stop swaying from side to side. as they talk, i stop and think, "hey these people dont judge me, we always have a great time, and i know they would go out of their way for me. these arent my friends, these people are my family. look at my best friend with the guy she's dating. they look so cute. and manny, larry, and ana, they get along so well. im thankful to be able to say 'hey these are my best friends, this is my family".
Ah crap, 2am hits and its time to go, we walk to our car, still dancing to the music that is blowing out through the walls of the club. we smell the hot dogs that people are selling on the corner, god they smell so good. we finally get to the car and start driving away. we are all sticky and sweaty. we grab the ipod, connect it, and play some more techno. we all start singing along and dancing. we start talking about the next day and what we are going to do. once we hit the freeway, everyone in the backseat starts to drift off to sleep. we get to Anna's house and we tell her well call her tomorrow. my best friend is next, we hug goodbye and i tell her ill text her later. finally its my house, i say goodbye to my favorite guys and get out of the car, they yell "hey tomorrow again?" i look back, smile and say "you know it". i turn around and make my way to my door, still dancing as though i was at the club. i get in my room, take off my clothes, throw on my PJ's, lay down and think about the night. i still hear the music pounding at my ear. god, why does it always have to end ... if only everyday could be a party day ...
