Personal Narrative: Imani Our Party

Thanks to Leo, Shay, and Imani our party started on time. Imani ended up staying at the party because I didn’t want to leave and walk her back home. We gave Imani strict instructions to lock the door and stay inside of Johaly’s room because there were so many strangers at the house. Imani had a television, phone, food, and even a bathroom. There was no excuse for her to come out of that room. Depending on what time this party ended, Imani and I both may end up staying the night here.
The music pumped, and people continued to pour in. “I don’t remember inviting all these people,” Johaly said as two more groups of guys walked in. “As long as there is an equal number of guys to girls we should be good,” I said. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m going to go inside and get that other jumbo pack of hot dogs.” When she went inside, I counted twenty-six people partying in the backyard. Eight people were in the pool, and the rest were mingling around the pool and the food table.
While people ate, drank, and splashed in the pool, I hung out with Shay most of the evening. She showed me how to mix music and even let me pick the songs she would play next. I liked her; she was pretty cool. I would …show more content…
All of these slow songs reminded me of him. Now I felt sad and wished for a wedding next spring. I was an emotional mess on the inside and wanted to do nothing more than lay down and cry my eyes out. After Shay had announced that she was about to play the last song for the night, I watched a few guys get their mack on before they grabbed their things and prepared to leave. A few of them received phone numbers and even hugs from some ladies. Other guys only received cold shoulders and attitudes. Some of the guys deserved to get cold shoulders because of the lame pick-up lines they used. I heard one guy say, “I lost my number, can I have yours?” I laughed to myself as the young lady that he was talking to ignored