The details of the party were these: I lied to my mother and Alison and Xerxes picked me up, in Alison�s baby-pink Jetta. All on the ride over, Xerxes was leering at me and Alison was fluttering about, fixing my hair and necklaces, tugging my dress down so the waist was tighter and my boobs almost fell out. I was wearing wicked spiked heels: white once, but rubbed in coffee grounds (my idea) and pond weed (Alison�s idea)
More details: we arrived at the party and we were a little early. Actually, we were on time, but translated into party terms, we were early. Alison ran around lighting incense like some hippie nut job, and Xerxes eyed my boobs with the practiced restraint of one who knows that he can be much, much drunker. Eventually, other people started showing up, and we played music and ran around trying to talk to as many of the right people as possible. Alison hid in the closet and tried to scare people like a total dork. She could be like that from time to time; I liked it because it reminded me of when we were dumb freshman who did things like hide in closets and giggle. Guys generally like it because guys are perverts who like little girls and Alison is the next best thing to a little girl.
Contrary to most Crucial Party Scenes, there weren�t loads of people there. Guy (who hosted) wasn�t hugely cool, and someone else was also having a party. I don�t remember who---some junior kid. Yeah, there was some alcohol but point me to a party without alcohol and I�ll point you to a party with a clown and pin the tail on the donkey.
As far as I can remember, Alison was wheeling around the room trying to get people to dance with her. Some loser sophomores were trying to, but they couldn�t keep up with her. That is the majesty of Alison�she can make anything look graceful and easy. The one kid who could match her crazy dance was a junior. South Asian�Indian, I guess, he was a friend of Guy�s. I didn�t really know him. But he did this crazy jitterbug with her, arms and legs flying out, laughing and looking like Fred Astaire on crack. You could tell that she loved it, too, which was another thing about Alison. When she found someone who was just as good as she was at something, she was actually happy, she enjoyed it. You might say that it was generous if you didn�t know Alison. But she�d be talking about him for the next few days, dropping unappealing things like isn�t it cool that he doesn�t care he�s a Mathlete? Or, I wish I could have stayed a virgin that long. She can seek and destroy with the best of them.