Another Party Time!
Saturday the 7th. Exactly at 7:30 pm on this fateful day I would be participating in what would be the most shameful moment of my life in favor of some moments of socialization. But calm down, in this particular diary, there will be room for a lot of people... So, without further ado and under the influence of Hurricane 2000, let's begin what promises to be the greatest award-winning report ever read in three years of writing.

Early: 19:30-21:30

I've arrived early as hell. Earlier than I should have been, by the way. Arriving there, I was greeted by an environment totally surrounded by wet land and puddles of water everywhere. Getting to the party hall was a struggle not to get dirty on my shoes and not to sink into the limbo that hides beneath the mud. I was ready to sit in the chair and enjoy beautiful savoury, until I discovered that the bracelet I was given was the wrong color. Result: another adventure through the wet swamp to swap bracelets and become a member of the cool class. All set to do nothing for the rest of the night and fill the belly with food, right? Wrong.

I was weirding out the fact that almost none of my friends were present at the party venue, which left me half (realize the immense modesty in that term) lost relative to the rest of the world. So, I went outside for some fresh air, which left me at risk of getting a rhinitis that would bother me for the rest of the party. Luckily, I took two loratamed pills before I left, so I didn't sneeze for even eight hours straight. As I went around the structure a few times, I found one of my beloved friends who was very happy to see her purse hanger again, and soon made me hold yours. I should write a sign with a price of five reais and market this act of holding other people's things, because it seems that I am a very good traveling salesman apparently.

After a lot of winding around, I find more friends, with one little detail: they were dressed in rhythm to be nominated for the Oscar 2017 Best Actor. Well, I guess I forgot to mention that this was a 15-year old party, so it was kind of like almost everyone was doing penguin cosplay on the spot. Going snooping around a tick, surprise! I find 90% of my friends confined in a little room that looked more like a CSI setting. All of them were getting ready for the upcoming dance that would take place within hours of not being established. But as in all event preparation, there are always the cases of:
- Person with Cold
- Hungry person
- Person who forgot to do the proper physiological needs before going to the party
- Nervous person
- More meaningless talk than monkey talk
As you can see, the dance was made up of 100% organisation and moral support from all those involved. What impressed me the most was that although everyone was in the greatest climate of fine taste and class, nobody missed the opportunity to hide in the crowd and steal some chicken drumsticks. "Brazil: Order and Progress". Soon after I met everyone, I spent exactly one hour sitting at a table with two brothers of a friend of mine waiting for the chance to taste a little fat with chicken. There are times when sitting in the corner is not always the most pleasant option in terms of location and priority. And after much waiting, the long-awaited time has finally come for the transition ceremony from childhood to adulthood. Own experience: this is not the bed of roses that we all think it is.

Mid: 21:30-23:00

Behold, the ceremony begins. With the right to a "debutante" presentation that would make Victoria's Secrets models very jealous. Think about it: A slap of beautiful people, dressed as true 21st century gentlemen, parading with the finest grace and good taste. You must have imagined how I, with this pizza face, must have felt at the moment. During the festivity, numerous speeches were presented, following the tradition of exchanging shoes, jewelry, and items that could probably buy ten houses just like mine. The budget to architect this event must have been greater than Bill Gates' estimated fortune. After all these formalities, it was time for the prestigious and beloved debutante ball. I was convinced that it would be a root waltz, among everyone involved, but surprise! I live in the 21st century now. The theme was a song that I won't remember the name now, but that was sensational nonetheless. The timing, the graceful movements, the eyes clogged with tears... And so the moment of transition of lives was consolidated. Now the worst years of your life will begin, good luck!

After the formalities, the time has come where everyone shows why they came with makeup: the photographs with the birthday girl. The poses were of the most varied styles of art, ranging from the face of a high-ranking executive to the face of a rubbery duck. I was going to take some pictures with her too, but I forgot to get a password, so I was eating flies trying to find out when it was my turn to go. I thought I wouldn't be more surprised than I've already been surprised, but then, here's the classic twist of the storyline that everyone is open to when it happens. My friends performed a rehearsed choreography for about three freaking months, which consisted of a playlist of varied songs that I probably never heard in my life (at those times I didn't have premium spotify weighs on my soul), but that had a song that I could NEVER forget: "MC Frog - I'll challenge you.". And then I remembered my third-year graduation, when I danced to this same song, with tears of nostalgia in my eyes. Those good times that will never come back...

After that, it was open. The moment you've all been waiting for. Can be described in a few words:

THE TRACK WAS CLEAR.


Late: 23:00-03:00

Yes my dear. Grab the popcorn, the coke bottle, you will get the award-winning accusations from everyone involved on the dance floor, including me. The dance floor was clear. Soda released. And the PIOR of everything, the biggest temptation of the night, the key to unlocking any and all personal inhibitions: Vodka Released. You may have already imagined what some people have become when they try their sips. The top ballad has already started with its best hits from Hurricane 2000, i.e.: almost everyone involved went down to the ground. Including me. Like every good sociable human being, I wanted to be there in the middle of the crowd, dancing, jumping, screaming like a telemessage car, but not. I was still inhibited by shyness and the logical thought of finding it all kind of ridiculous. What is the most logical solution? That's the one! Four glasses of cachaça, two beers, and a caipirinha! My friend, I became the mask. I had never let go so much in a party before (thus preserving the status of never having danced in a party before), and after this little stimulus, I was BURNING. Whatever the song was, I was there, dancing, doing a little square of 8, pretending I know how to dance, but I didn't stand still for a minute. And worst of all, I must have stepped on a hundred feet while dancing, so I guess I kind of caused accidents there. I'm sorry...
And I forgot to talk, I took a tumble. The floor was already sweeter than a fat man's armpits, so skating down the track was child's play, and in a nice race to keep the hook on the songs, I slipped and almost broke my waist. But of course, under the effects of the blessed cachaça, the most I felt was a slight impact, I already went back to active.

Throughout the ballad, there was a constant flow of couples coming and going. Most of these couples were made up of friends of mine, and even more, they were couples RECEM FORMED. It seems that I will have several options of best man to apply for, by the way. There was a guy, who probably glue his fingers because he wouldn't let go of a girl. I kept looking at that landscape, and wondering if there were going to be any six o'clock soap opera scenes coming out of it, because some chemistry was going on, whatever it was. Whether on the runway, or in the bathroom, or out there, he wouldn't DO it. I really want to see his face next Saturday to see if he plans to invest in the new "passion" or if he's going to follow the dance.

After a lot of funk, a country boy arrived to spice up the weather even more. There was only one small but: as I said before, newly formed couples. Soon, newly formed couples. In other words, I was the lucky guy who was left without a date in the middle of dancing. But for luck (lie, because the next events are to crack the soul), I found a young girl who was alone, so I promptly invited her to dance to the next song. Big mistake. Big, big mistake. I didn't know how to dance the classic "two-for-one, two-for-one," and in less than forty seconds, she thought it best to keep it quiet. This gave me a great deal of shame to endure for the rest of the night.

Now let's go for a little psychological terror and report a tragic event that almost cost me my life: I lost my cell phone. I already wanted to be dead when this happened, but I could just go home without the saying, which would still give, so right. I panicked and began to look in everything that is singing, dressing room, kitchen, everything. Until at a moment of profound convenience, my friend said he had kept the cell phone for me with him, and handed it to me right away. There were no words to describe how happy and relieved I was, I could write a penal code in thanks, it would not be enough. He managed to prevent my moments of joy from turning into a script for paranormal activity 4.

One of the constants in this top ballad was the fact that I wouldn't take my eyes off a certain young lady. For brief moments, there was a mental struggle where one side wanted me to approach her and exchange some kisses, and the other saying that I should not do this because I've been too embarrassed for one day only. In the end, the side of reason won and I went home with a regret that I didn't look into her eyes and say, "Are you enjoying the party?". There must be people betting their chips on the possibility of me nourishing this in a future passion, and believe me, the chances are high.

Besides, the party was awesome. I was surrounded by friends, so I felt extremely comfortable (more than I should, by the way). I interacted with almost everyone at the party, even those I didn't know, and that was great. I thank you for the moments of joy provided, it was really too much.

But come on, you know what comes next.