The place was not a party

“The place was not a party.”
Unfortunately there was karaoke at The Antler bar on New Year’s Eve, and during this time my sister Laura transcended into a crazy drunk woman who sang one after another, slurred, loud, and wretchedly out of key. The place was not a party. Everyone was just standing around and talking until the singing interrupted. She dropped one glass and it shattered on the floor as she swayed in circles, with no hope for her eyes to focus on the world as it spun around her. People noticed this and gave me looks of wonder.

Laura walked over to where I was, swerving as if standing in high tide. She smiled at me and turned to the most pissed off and hateful, not to mention biggest guy in the bar, eyeing him for a pause. She stumbled a couple feet up to him and said "Hey, you got longer hair ‘en I do" and stared at him with a toothy and crooked grin. The girl next to him giggled one of those round mouth "hoho's" as she watched the situation. I thought Laura would catch on, but she didn't. With a sad and slow motion, she stuck a pointed index finger into the air, pointing it at his face, and she dug it into his hair, and started twirling her finger around one of his pigtails up to where it disappeared into a stocking cap. I hoped she would soon stop, but she was hypnotized and proceeded for a while, twirling away, it was amazing. The guy was motionless and glaring at her while being violated. This was one of the most awkward moments in my life, ever.

-Ricky Whittaker