One guy who had on a crazy outfit told me about decorating for the party. He said most places don’t sell strobe lights because people can have seizures from them. I noticed that they had laser-style lights shining on the walls.
“Did you buy that outfit just for this party?” I asked the guy. “No, I already owned this. The shoes were all I had to buy.” I glanced down and saw that they were shiny and white. “They were $30 at Buffalo Exchange in Hillcrest,” he informed me.
I said, “Hey, my girlfriend and I were there today looking for accessories for our outfits.”
I then remembered the woman in the store talking about her 21st birthday party that night. I asked her if I could crash it, and she said, “Why?”
When I told her that I write about parties, the guy behind her in line said, “Are you Josh? You crashed a party I had for my dog a few years ago.” This got the woman excited. She took my number and said she’d call.
I glanced down at my cell phone. It was nearing midnight, and I still hadn’t heard from her.