TWIST

It was just another party, at just another abandoned house out in the middle of no where. The house had been used one hundred times before, for the same reason, a safe haven for under aged drinkers who just wanted to get plastered. Tyler, a seventeen year old neo-hippy lush, a rage against society type complete with birkenstocks and a hemp lecklace, walked quitely around the back of the house with his girlfriend, Marla. She was a typical 16 year old. She was at the top of her game, in love with the latest fad, a slave to the Top 40 radio air play. The complete opposite of Tyler, and that’s why they worked. He had tried many times before to intoduce her to the world of “non-commercial” radio and “indi-rock” or “college music” as Tyler called it. But it was no use, Marla was who she was and not even her boyfriend could change that.
They walked hand in hand around the back of the house. They spoke not a word. They seemd to be intranced by the totality of the house and the condition it was in. The back of the house had completely fallen off, they could see their friends inside doing keg stands. The upstairs windows in the back were nothing but square holes with curtains hung from the inside. Every now and again, a curtain would catch a hold of a draft and flutter outside, unnoticed.




There must be some unwritten law that no matter what party you go to, or no matter where you are with a lot of socialy diverse people, Dave Matthews must provide the soundtrack. Tonite, of course, was no exception.
As I sit here, years after the events took place, I’m trying like hell to remember all that was said, and all that happened, for I was, well, I was three sheets to the wind. And now that I look back on what I thought was just another nite in the life of a 17 year old, I realize that, shit, this is a story, and it needs to be told.
It was just another party, with the same old people and the same old beer, and the same old music. All the usualls were there. The Abercrombie’s were making there presents known while the “Who-invited-them”s slipped in and out of conversations unnoticed. The overly macho bingers were there (but in a way, we all were) with there funnels in tow. The frosh girls were there (all three of them) with a swarm of testosterone drenched hormone charged guys suffacating them. Somewhere in that group were two of my best friends. We were the “Uncatagorizibles” the ones who were diplomats to all groups. The ones who had friends all over the board. It’s not like everyone wasn’t friends with everyone but we had something different—something no one else had. Granted, this year was different. The love between everyone was amazing. I think it was prolly because we were all seniors and we all secretly knew that this was the last time all of us would be together. Once June rolled around, we all would go our separate ways not to be heard from again till the 10 year reunion. Of course some of us would stay together, some of us would end up together by fates wanting. But either way, things would never be the same after Graduation Day.
The nite started out ordinarly enough, I of course had to work until 10 and Dex wasn’t getting out until 10:30. That means we wouldn’t grace the party with our persants until at least 11. No biggie, that’s just the time things would be getting started. Alex and Brian were heading out right at 9. Damn fools. They’d be waiting for two hours anyway. Of course, I know I would have much rather waited at the party then work my ass off.
Dex and I showed up at the party at 11:17 (I checked my watch)

I think it was around 2 in the morning when I felt it was time for me to get my sixith beer of the night. By that time, Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds had repeated themselves 4 times and Lover Lay Down was now leting everyone know that, yes indeed it was on the album. I think it was a sign that that perticualr song was on. Maybe I had timed it perfectly almost 5 hours ago, when I decided that acustic Dave was the best choice for the evening. I think my choice was fuled by the mood of the night. Everyone was very I don’t know, mellow.