Party Crashers

Kuwait lacks a party scene for various reasons and because of this people take it upon themselves to create fun. I strongly believe that fun is what you make it. However, I’m here to tell you about these lame “house parties”. I’m questioning if they really could be called parties to began with because unless you’re close to all the people there, it is an awkward experience. I have been to a few house parties and usually, it is like this – everyone sits in a designated corner, somebody (usually a woman, maybe 2) starts dancing. Meanwhile, everyone else stays in their designated corner. Usually, I am one of the designated corner sitters. Corners are nice and I am too sober to dance while strangers gawk at me. From the way people babysit their corners, I don’t think I am the only one.

It is not all bad. One time I did go to a Halloween party. I had no hopes for this party and really didn’t want to go. I decided that I can show face and dip. I had a surprisingly good time because it was a rooftop party. Rooftop events are always fun. Another time, I went to a get together for third-year expats and that was a lot of fun. Everybody knew each other. We ate, listened to music, and discussed future plans. It was super chill. It was not necessarily a “party” but a nice connecting of the minds and bonding over our lives in Kuwait. This is my idea of fun.

Every year when I get back from summer break a group called Brothas and Sistas of Kuwait host a meet and greet. I usually go to show face. I guess maybe to meet new people too – at least with an openness to meet new people. Usually, I stick with my circle, while occasionally introducing myself to interesting strangers. The fact that we are mingling based on our blackness and we are in Kuwait allows me to drop my guard a little. I am comfortable around strangers I can relate to. In the past, the event would be held at the person who started the group’s (I’ll call him the creator) house. Back then, he was nice enough to allow all these people from different parts of the world to come together and have a chance to meet each. This time the event was held at a shisha cafe.

I do not feel inclined to remember the name of the cafe because it was super basic. So me and my friends get there when things are kicking off. The creator was having major technical difficulties with the music. On top of that, he wanted everyone to go around and introduce themselves. It was at least 40 or more people there. He really wanted us to go around and individually introduce ourselves – Nah, I’m good. I’m not about that public speaking life. Even when is as simple as saying my age and where I am from. When I am forced to do this I have to rehearse my lines. Yes I’m saying, I rehearse my name and where I’m from in my head when I have to talk in front of a large group. Fortunately for me, the mic wasn’t working. I am not a meet and greet specialist or anything, but a good ice breaker, with that amount of people, would be something that would force people to move around and introduce themselves to someone new. Anyway, me and my friends smoke shisha, sipped some tea, and then we were about to head home.

“Who the f*** invited you b*****es”

While we were gathering our things to leave someone pursed their lips to invite us to a party we were not invited to. Now when they asked us we didn’t know we were not invited. The person who received the initial invitation failed to disclose this information to us and allowed us to walk into the devil’s den. There were a few warning signs that we shouldn’t go. First of all we didn’t have an address. Then we somehow got the location and was trying to get the taxi, the person who invited us was acting all weird. That was our second warning. Somehow after all that, we managed to bypass those red flags. The last warning sign came when we were already there. If you arrive at your destination (especially in a place like Kuwait) and you see a familiar face and you asked that familiar face where’s the party and that familiar face acts like she has special needs and the word “party” is not in her vocabulary. That is a problem. That was our last and biggest red flag. We ignored all the red flags and walked straight into danger zone.  The only thing that motivated us to fix our feet out of the car door was the fact that we were already there. The host and the special needs familiar face waiting for our arrival.

Never in my adult life have I ever been to something I was not invited to. I barely go to things I am invited to! So when we got out the car and walked over to where the host and special needs familiar face were her first words were “who the f*** invited you b****es” Well she didn’t exactly say those words, but her whole attitude, demeanor, her whole speech could be summed up to that. So she could have just said that. She told off the guy who invited us, which he deserved. She told him in front of us that we weren’t invited before we got there. He could have told us or not invited us in the first place. So the whole encounter was very uncomfortable, to say the least, but since we were there the host decided to let us in any way. We wanted to leave, but she insisted that we come in. We were so shook that we stayed for 10 minutes and left.

I was shook shook. I actually think I am scarred for life from this experience and will never go anywhere unless I get a personal invitation. I was almost over all things people and kind of forgave the person that put me in that situation. I am very comfortable in my homebodyness and do not have FOMO (fear of missing out). I like invitations, but do not always take them, and I wish that I read the warning signs. It made me feel unwanted and like a loser. Like I was some type of loser who was so thirsty for friends that I would crash a party. It really took me back to the weirdness and awkwardness of my high school days. These are tales of social life in Kuwait. Some parties you can have a good time, but most times they are just as bland as unseasoned chicken. This is why I stay in the house.

Lesson Learned: Don’t ignore the warning signs!

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