I am not an outgoing person. I knew I had to go to my school's graduation party at a popular club, but I hardly knew what to expect. I tried to make some plans, I was to go with one of my schoolmates by taxi, and then that could not be done, and we ended up being driven there by my dad. I arrived at the place, which overlooked the dark surface of the Río de la Plata. And I knew everyone would be completely wasted, but it was still oddly amusing. Then I was in.
There was so much energy. Everyone was there. My best buddy was thrilled, dancing around blissfully. And then he kissed his ex-girlfriend, another good friend of mine. And I was so happy for them I almost felt drunk myself.
I walked and walked around, the speakers blasting in my ears. Each time I turned I greeted somebody different. Everyone smiled. And I sat outside and chatted, and then went in again and danced, my feet soaked in foam.
But it was towards the end of the party, when only the graduates and we graduates-to-be remained inside that it turned joyous. Clad in their fancy Santa outfits, they formed a ring, arm in arm. As the last song came to an end and the lights slowly dimmed to turn off completely while the 2011 graduates swore they wouldn't leave, I came to a realisation. I wanted that for us this year, and maybe I would even become outgoing to enjoy it in the same way.