The afterparty: Swedish sadness

"After the party is the after party..."

One thing that can be said with certainty is that Harvard business school boys like to party! Swedish cowboy (I will do a post on him next) now keeps me abreast of all the business school partying and debauchery. Twice a year they have this party called Brown Sugar sponsored by the Black and Indian student associations. At midnight, after the housewarming party, I called one of my partners in crime, Raquel* who is always down for having fun. We got to the party at about 12:30am. Clubs in Boston close at 2am so there was no way we were paying the $20 cover charge. We came prepared to hustle.

Unfortunately the female bouncer at the door, we will call her Helga, was impenetrable. Evidently my charms don't work on the same sex. However, after spending a good 15 minutes trying to squeeze into a parallel parking spot, I was determined to get in this party. So we left Helga alone and worked our magic on Antonio, the other bouncer. Sometimes persistence pays off.

One of the reasons why I wanted to go to the party was because I wanted to go and drool over the Swedish cowboy. Did I mention that he is fine and a great dancer?! Evidently, I was not the only female who had that in mind....

I never really realized how hard it is to locate someone in a dimly lit crowded club. However, I was on a Swedish mission and I was not to be deterred. Eventually I found him. Unfortunately he also had some chick who was all over him. I waited for her to take a bathroom break or come up for air or something..didn't happen. So at the end of the night I went up to say hi to him (and her). I was very polite and all smiles. He looked rather uncomfortable and he called me "the dangerous public health girl" (not quite sure what that means). My girl Raquel said the whole situation looked pretty awkward. LOL! I thought it was funny. I guess ole boy didn't read p.79 of the players playbook--"How to act when you are with one female but then run into another." Sigh.

Let's take a moment of silence to observe the loss of another fine black man.

*names have been changed to protect the innocent.