In an attempt to start Spring Break off right, we tried to throw a pool party at a friend’s house. As bipolar as Georgia weather is, it went from 80 degrees to 60 in just a couple hours and the water hadn’t even gotten a chance to warm up so it was freezing cold and a total no-go.
We hung out in the hot tub instead, playing truth or dare, half the girls wearing guy’s boxers because they hadn’t brought swimsuit bottoms. It was even colder when we got out and it was starting to get late and a couple of people had made plans to go to the hookah bar.
This is where that perfect moment starts: we decided to have a rave. Ryan set up the strobe light in his basement and we turned the ceiling lights off and played music super loud and just danced and danced and danced. It didn’t even matter if you could or couldn’t dance because with those lights, everyone looked like they belong in either a movie or a club.
When we were too tired to stand up anymore, we laid down on the floor and pretended to be stoned beyond belief. We talked about what we want to do before we die.
With my hair still wet from the hot tub and a blood drive t-shirt two sizes too big and orange and green lights swimming across the ceiling, I didn’t want to move at all. It was just one of those organic, beautiful, truly teenage moments.