I was visiting my boyfriend’s parents shortly after they moved halfway across the country from where my boyfriend (‘Tim’, now fiance) and I were living. We stayed with them after Christmas and through New Year’s. One of their new neighbors had invited them to a New Year’s Eve party, and very kindly invited my boyfriend, his sisters, and I along as well.
A little background: this is a pretty upscale neighborhood, with most of the houses having at least 3 bedrooms and cathedral ceilings over the living room. Most of the homeowners here owned a successful business, or were upper management in large companies. We had spent the evening at this neighbor’s house two days before the party, and at that time my boyfriend and I were invited to sample a few of the host’s finer liquors, as he had heard from my future in-laws that Tim and I had a small collection of top-shelf liquors of our own. He also proudly showed us his fine wine collection, tucked away in a special refrigerator. Anyway, at a party hosted by people such as these, one expects a certain level of decorum from everyone attending.
As it was a New Year’s Eve party, there was quite a bit of alcohol of various types, and the games the group played were going quite well with energetic involvement from everybody there. One guest, however, imbibed a bit too much and became overly energetic. ‘Missy’ grew louder and louder through the course of the evening, until one could not hear the answers shouted out for the game everyone else was playing. Not only was she loud, she was disoriented enough that she seemed to need twice as much space in the room than anyone else required, and people had to be wary of her as she stumbled by to prevent spilling their drinks on the carpet. She became so loud and obnoxious that even her live-in boyfriend was embarrassed – everyone else had been embarrassed for quite some time already.
The worst part was shortly after midnight. Missy was already yelling rather than speaking, and at this point she decided that tonight she was going to make sure that she got some action from her boyfriend, and told everyone as much. She went on at some length, still practically yelling, about how good he was at various bedroom activities. Her boyfriend was now bright red, and attempted to convince her it was time to go, but she apparently preferred to stay to continue her ‘conversation’. He eventually persuaded her to leave, but in the meantime hardly anyone in the room could bear to look at one another out of sheer embarrassment. I don’t expect this type of behavior even at the college parties I attend, and to hear this coming from a woman my mother’s age was absolutely horrifying. I doubt she’ll be invited to any home in that neighborhood again, even though her boyfriend is fairly well-mannered and liked among that group. 0813-09