Open Mic at Art6 Gallery

Open Mic at Art6 Gallery

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Party Time

A drunk freshman
and a wine bottle
sat like bosom buddies
on the curb right at
the bus stop sign.
 
It was her first weekend
away from home, away
from parental and neighborhood
eyes who had watched over her
from the time she was born
 
until now.  She had been
everyone’s good girl but here
in this college town she
couldn’t wait to taste her
first alcoholic freedom.
 
But a first time sometimes
isn’t a good time for limitations
are like crossing over
foreign borders without knowing
the customs or the language.
 
So she sits in a half stupor,
her friends trying to keep
her head bowed between her
parted legs just in case
she needs to vomit,
 
keeping her shielded from
city cop cruisers passing by,
ready to take in any young
inebriated student for
public drunkenness.  But
 
no one passes by except a
car full of sorority sisters who
see this sight of freshman
misery and break out in
annoying laughter for they
 
remember being a part of this
drunken spectacle a time before.
Now they find it somewhat
funny that the college party cycle
has begun once again.
 
 

6 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ouch...flashback to my own first year of college and freedom...was a wild time...with its own kinda consequences...ugh....lucky i survived...just saying...

Claudia said...

at least she has friends that care for her...i have seen drunk girls during carnivals, left lying on the street by their "friends".. ugh...breaks my heart

Kim Nelson said...

Living in a university town, I see this scene replayed each fall. I suppose it is a rite of passage. I was happy to see she was protected by friends, not out there on her own.

http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/05/13/tanqueray-and-perrier/

Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil said...

First time here, thanks to dverse! This read like most people's frosh year, although I didn't go to college. But Binghamton University had lots of in-town student housing, and it was a rare Saturday night when someone wasn't "curbing," and someone else laughing at their expense.

This is why I taught my daughter to drink a little bit (including during Jewish ceremonies), so she'd have a bit of tolerance. The "hazing" feel of the laughing girls was dead on! Peace, Amy

@arjantupan said...

There's a tiny bit of sadness in it, but mostly it made me laugh. Wonderful way to describe this cycle of growing up. And from the comments I see that it is one that extends beyond the span of the time spent at university.
Great write.

Rowan Taw said...

Glad that she had friends looking out for her...it could have been a whole lot worse!