Isabella Molatore

October 20^th

Memoirs

My Unsuccessful, Successful Birthday party

“happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Dear Isabella. Happy birthday to you.” Birthdays had always been my most despised part of the year. All that happens is you sit around uncomfortably and allow people to give you gifts and smile. Despite my hatred for birthdays I was surprisingly excited. I had ordered lots of Costco pizzas and had gotten all the other food together, Except for the cake which was my mothers job. I had a few of my closest friends at my house and we were walking over to our first meting place, Indian Rock.

The sun was setting as Kate, Rose, and I proclaimed our arrival. Kate had a portable radio and was blasting music with profanity. So far the only people who were there were a handful of crew people I was still waiting for my other friends but they would show up later. Once more people came along with the cooler and the food we all grabbed sodas and began to talk and listen to music and every now and then discussing what our plans for the night would entail. One thing was clear it would be a glorious night glow sticks, pizza and a 2:00 clock curfew.

One foreseeable problem was the intense polarization of my two different groups of friends. One was a clean cut, prepay and despite their objections they were very innocent. The other groups was much more cutty and drugy, They liked to stay to out late and generally more grungy. I tried to start up conversation and force them to at least eat to gather but it was pointless. They were like oil and water and despite my many failed attempts there was no progress. As more people assembled it became very clear that we would need to move before we got noise complaints.

I called my father and briefly told him to come and pick up the cooler and other remaining food and haul it to our house. So that we could lighten our voyage onward . My father promptly came an slung the remains into the car. I ended up getting a ride in a packed car with Colin (Smart ass bad driver), Grant(scrawny Asian guy), Rose (loud intelligent Jewish friend), And Cat (grunge crust punk). It was at this point that it occurred to me that I had no clue where we should go. At that moment Kate called me an curtly inquired as to where my destination was and why hadn’t thought out this nigh out more. One of Kate’s many past times was picking at my though process. After a strenuous debate between Kate and I as to where to go next we settled on Cordo.

Cordo in the day time is a glorious warm place full of squealing children and middle-aged parents but at night t is quite the opposite. It is very cold very dark and houses false seclusion. The instant that Colin swerved into “a parking place” also known as the middle of the road, we jumped out of the car as it jerked onward loudly seemingly disputing the violent movement.

Rose was the first to make it to the sidewalk and started to walk wildly forwards. She passed a old 86’ Volkswagen and did not reappear again. Instead she was thrust forcefully into the car which now had it’s lights and engine on, by two pairs of black gloved hands, while another pair of hands placed handcuffs onto her pail veined wrists. Another more obscured person in the drivers seat wielded a air soft sniper rifle. The instant I saw the gun my breathing abruptly stopped. It was Patrick. Why the fuck was my ex-boyfriend stealing my best friend from my birthday party? Then it hit me tonight along with being the night of my birthday party was also the night of senior scavenger hunt night. I recalled this because My friends the twins said they couldn’t make it due to the hunt.

The large space like car skidded away and I was left very confuse by my self. I attempted to call Rose but it was to no success all that it accomplished was making me more aggravated and leaving another empty message in roses phone. I walked down to the swings and despite the cold byproducts of the night felt happy and warm.

The party had broken up into different clumps of people some swinging and others were in the rose garden and some had simply disappeared into the dark cover of foliage that Cordo had to offer some in pairs and others in groups of threes.

I wandered around and tried calling Rose again and it finally picked up only it was not rose on the other side of the cellular brick but instead Clair. I snapped the phone violently and ran over in the direction I believed Clair to currently he occupying, which at the time happened to me the cold cement slide.

I found Clair despite moving to fast and tripping due to gravities traitorous rally agents me. I stood up quickly, looked around and sighed. Everyone was to deeply embedded in their own though processes to notice my fall. I stalked over to Clair much slower this time and prevailed in successfully finding her. Apparently Rose had given the phone to her right be fore we left. I knew what I dad to do but deeply resented it.

I typed his number into my phone and sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Patrick. Patrick . Um. Can you pleas return Rose to my birthday party at Cordo?”

“Well. The thing is that were almost in the lead. If I were to give Rose a ride up we would louse our lead.”

“But we might be able to drop her of somewhere ore something…..”

“How about you drop her off at rose and MlK. Oh by the way why did you capture her in the first place?” “Patrick why did you take rose?”

“I thought she was in the scavenger hunt and one of the rules is you get 30 points for capturing other members so…….”

“Whatever just don’t fucking do it again.”

I closed the phone. Like The changes of Patrick capturing Rose again would be abundant. I stalked of into the muddle of people and tried to speak

“You guys, can anyone go pick up rose? As you all know she has been capture by my Nabors and is kinda stranded.”

Boisterous crowd “Sorry do you know what time it is? Hey where’s Kate? Where the fuck is Colin he still has my back pack.’

There was obviously no point in trying to talk to them.

“Jae?”

“What?”

“Can you go pick up Rose, she’s on Rose and Mlk”

Jae finally agree after the persuasion of Jacob his large crew friend. Jae and Jacob stumbled up to his car and loudly left. After Jae’s departure it realized that it was almost ten, time to make everyone much quieter which in it’s self would be impossible. I told everyone that it was a well known fact.

“Cordo “closes” at ten so we should chill the fuck out or the cops will come.”

Now this the crowd seemed to find important knowledge so they listen and followed my directions. In about a half an hour from now we would hide all forms of lights and lie on the grass. Rose was returned to us a bout half an hour later and came bearing gifts of animal crackers. We begin to eat the crackers and continued to the festivities before which entailed swinging and for some reason charades. Before this though one of my friends called and told me that “the boys were coming” also known as the cops. I reacted to this any way someone in my converse would do. I grabbed my friend Kate and run as fast as I could under the tunnel.

The first thing I noticed once I steeped into the tunnel were the fumes form spray paint which confused me because my painter friends hadn’t gotten here yet. After that brief though ran thought my scattered brain a wondered just how fast Kate and I could run through the tunnel and what exactly would be waiting for us on the other side. Was it even a good idea to get out of the tunnel? Should we quietly stay? All the decision making clearly wasn’t in my hands instead it was in Kate’s. Once we got out of the tunnel we ran up past the rose gardens and decided to calmly sit down of the yellowed lit benches. Kate called Ethan back and enquired him about the cops. He had just said it was a miscommunication and that there was no need to worry.

While we were sitting anticipating what to tell everyone else I looked up. What I saw a cannot even been in to explain I saw a vary small very drunk sophomore running down a ramp from Cordo. Due to how drunk he was it came to no surprise that he didn’t see the barriers which was right in front of him. He noticed what was going to happen about a second before it did. His slender frame was flipped over the barrier and he landed flat on his back. He locked up with a small smile and asked ”Were exactly are the cops?”.

Kate and I just glared over at him, Was he serious Kate and I looked up at each other and laughed.

“I’m going to have to go soon you know the cops haven’t come yet but their definitely going to come at some point and I don’t want to be their when they do. Any way Cat and Robby are felling kinda awkward I think Colin is going to pick us up and we can go with him. K?”

What the fuck was she saying she, Kate, My best friend was going to leave me at my birthday party for cat. What had happened. Back when I was a freshmen Kate and I had a joint birthday party It was so much fun. We were so close. Now she was living me for Cat, My Defective replacement.

“Are you ok Izzy? We can hang out later tomorrow it’s just you know how Cat gets.”

“ Sure that’s fine. Have fun.”

I walked of once more only this time I wasn’t looking for a crowd but instead a place far away. I needed to be alone.

I took deep breaths and strengths myself out. I wasn’t going to be shat stupid emotional girl that I knew to well and that no one knew of.

I rejoined the group it was booming with laughter and contentment. Good I would blend in this way. I told my friends that Kate and Cat were going to leave now because they were afraid of the cops, sissies. Just as I thought this I looked up and saw people jubilantly feeling out of compact cars and rounding the corner to go to the basket ball court. Once a group of five got over a person welding the camera told them to go. They slowly took of all their clothing and began to play, to the delight of all the guys, a game of nude basket ball.

This is the point when I anticipated calling Colin and Kate just to laughter at what strange things were according along with others. Such as the Cal students.

The Cal students were Art major kids who decided to take a night of from the strenuous activities of the average art student. The seven elaborately yet strangely dread people ran down to the swings and sluggishly changed route, once they noticed the glow sticks. Their pasty faces lit up once their over existed pupils caught sight of the sickly light emanating from the glow sticks. They sheepishly turned to One of the people from my group and informed him that “Were Art students from Cal and were on acid. Could we please have you glow sticks?” Who needs entertainment when you have art students, drugs and glow sticks? We decided to let them have the glow sticks just to see what they would do with them. They swaggered over to the grass and some infect fell onto the grass. Once they were about close to two ore there they begin to count. They gathered to glow sticks and threw them up into the air and simply looked up. Ah. What was displayed was an arrays of colors the Angora would be pleased with.

Why couldn’t life be like this? The world could simply be comprised of glow sticks, people and drugged art kids, God. A society like this would definitely work better, I though about this and then discarded it stupid idea.

The number of people slowly dispersed until we were only left with the girls sleeping over at my house and a few boys who live clause by to me. After calling the group together we begin the descent. The walk to my house was slow and cold and at some points crocked. Once we made it to my quite house a grouped for my house key and then entered. All the girls poured them selves bowls of cereal speedily ate and then we moved down stairs. We talked about the night and discussed the various ups and downs of the night .The only real question I had was why wasn’t my best friend here with me? Buy the end we passed out on various couches and fit five people onto my bed.