The first time I ever…
Let me tell you about one of the little adult culturettes in Wisconsin. I grew up in the city of Milwaukee. It is the biggest city in Wisconsin and is only an hour and a half from the Capitol, Madison and roughly the same distance from Chicago. So we had our choice of three major Halloween parties every year.
It was told every year on the weekend of Halloween college students from all over even from out of state filled Main St. in Madison to drink, party, hook up and wear outlandish and skimpy costumes.The locals called it “Freakfest”, due to the over the top costumes and wild parties that ensue, Not to mention the damage that happened every year. This event every year usually ended in arrests, fighting, gassing of the public and general destruction of the city because of all the chaos. In 2006, the local government decided due to all the wild partying and underage drinking on this college street gets too far out of hand and they began to regulate it.
They now charge admission, check IDs at the gate and close the street down at midnight.
But before 2006, the party was untamed and quite unruly and the best thing in Wisconsin in the fall. I graduated highschool in 2004 at 17 because of my late summer birthday. But in the October month of 2004, I would be 18. I could finally go to the State Street Halloween party. I was not over the age of alcohol consumption, but before 2006 you just had to be 18 to avoid curfew tickets.
I was never really deep into the party girl lifestyle but many of my friends were. But who doesn’t enjoy a big and outrageous costume party for Halloween drunk or not? 2004 was the year of our State Street Halloween Party. We had recently started hanging out in the band crowd. The were and still are something like local celebs in the crowd. Some of the guys in the band were our age 18, but others were 21, and 23. They always knew where the parties were at, this year everyone was headed to Madison for an outrageous party.
After driving an hour and a half north west on interstate 94 we hit Madison. After stopping for food and soda chasers we met up with the members of the band, who because they were of age, we traded our money for alcohol they provided. Most people will never admit buying alcohol for friends under age, most people have and would under the ‘unspoken friendship law’ of “if anybody asks you didn’t get this from me.”
After our exchange, we followed them to an apartment of a friend who studied on the college campus. Although the big party was on State Street, it always started in apartments or dorms of most of the college students. You really didn’t have an invite to State Street unless you came with or partied with them, especially since the bars and vendors did not sell to ‘under-agers’ like us. The plan became: do our drinking before the party and they wouldn’t catch us for buying or drinking underage on State Street.
As soon as my two best friends and I parked we started drinking. After finding a place to park our car, more than a mile and a half away from the previously mentioned college apartment, we started our brown bagged alcohol fueled journey of the night. I traveled everywhere with these two girls; Kimmy who was actually 16 at the time was a fiery little thing with the personality and attitude of 21 year old rock star, and Beth who was the oldest and most experienced “State Street Halloween Partier” we knew. Since having a fall birthday she had attended this party the year before.
We finally arrived back at the party, already half drunk and giggling by all the invites we received to other frat house parties along the way. We were all so excited to get the attention of the older, seasoned college men as every teenage girl does. As soon as we walked in, our friends and new acquaintances insisted we have even more to drink. This is infact the ritual of most college drinking parties. We graciously played along. Beer bongs and the game of flip cup ensured that our inhibitions were lowered.
Shots of Vodka, Shots of Whiskey and Tequila were all lined up. After that it was time to shotgun beers. If you don’t know what that is, its ok none of us did until the guys at the party shoved key into the side of the beer, quickly forced it to our mouth and pulled the tab. If you didn’t figure out that all you were to do is drink the beer as fast as you could. Then another, and another shoved into our face.
The rooms became darker and hazier as the beers went down. Then someone turned off the lights completely and turned the music up louder, we could still see due to the strings of xmas lights that outlined where the walls met the ceiling.
As we neared the time where everyone was ready to stumble to State Street, one of the guys who lived in the apartment, who everyone aptly called the “Pot Fairy,” came out of the back room and invited us all in. He was tall, skinny, had a green mohawk, no shirt and a pink tutu on over his home made shorts. He was just “Punk Rock” enough to be my type.
We all sat down in a circle of mismatched chairs and graffitied couches in a room named for its purpose, the smoking room. They say you don’t get high the first time, oh how they were wrong.
I am sure it isn’t a surprise that three teenage girls, after being force fed a slue of alcohol, were quite a bit intoxicated at this point. I am not sure that any of us knew what we were actually in that room for until the Pot fairy leaned back, slid his hand between the back of the couch and the wall and pulled up a large glass apparatus that resembled a vase. But we knew we were not about to get a horticulture demonstration.
“Have you ladies ever seen one of these before,” he said with a wide and narrow lizard grin.
Of course Kimmy immediately piped up, “Duh! we aren’t BABIES,” she shot back with her fiery red tongue that matched her blaze red costume, all natural of course, and the cherry Fanta she was chasing her shots with all night.
“Wait a minute, I have seen one but I have never used one before, I’m not gunna lie.” I said scooting closer to the Pot Fairy, trying to show my drunken attraction quite obviously. “Can you show me Oh wise Pot fairy,” I said slyly.
“This my dear is a glass bong, let me show you how to tame this beast”
After explaining the ergonomics of how to hold it, where to light, and how heavy of a hit to take. I was on my way to my first time smoking weed. We even received a small workshop on the ethics and courtesies of the smoking circle. Who to pass it to, to never let two pipes cross paths and always, ALWAYS let the guy who packed it get take the first hit.
With the first inhale, I like a novice took into much. Now if you can all recall a stoner scene in any movie. We were all sitting in a circle, the room is hazy from smoke that just sits right under everyone’s chin in the room, and passing the newly discovered glass smoking sculpture to the right. The novice always takes too big of a hit.
I coughed and coughed and gagged and coughed. As everyone laughed, my eyes teared up, all the air from within my lungs had gone, I was gasping for air. After that finally passed, the person to the left of me handed me water. My eyes were closed. I couldn’t see where anyone was, but I reached out my hand and took a sip. The cold water almost burned my throat. The most overly refreshing drink I have experienced to this day in my life.
The circle of new and old friends continued while I just sat there struggling to open my eyes. I just sat there for a few minutes, my eyelids almost literally glued shut by a mysterious force. It was as if there was no slit, my eyelids had fused together into a single mass. I spent this time falling deeper and deeper into this drug and alcohol fueled dream on Halloween night.
Finally the weight had left, I was able to open my eyes. The only thing I can equate this to was the first time I had ever opened my eyes. Blurry faces and shallow vision with a bit of pain before they adjusted to the light in the room.
“You ok there champ?”, asked the Pot Fairy with some concern in his voice as he handed me the bong again. “Take it easy this time, leave some for the rest of us,” he chuckled.
After this and many other pulls from the bong, I started to feel as if I was floating above the slouchy, discolored and dirty couch. It was that or my neck grew and my head was higher than it had ever felt nicely nestled between my shoulders. I just sat there and listened to the muffled sounds of conversation between the others in the room. It almost sounded musical. My recollection of the remainder of the night is a bit disjointed and you will have to forgive me if I leave you with holes in my story.
I remember, sitting on the couch in that room and the thought crossed my mind about using the bathroom. Next, I discovered I was sitting in the bathroom alone, no lights on and my pants at my feet.
After realizing where I was, a slow montage of broken recollections came like a wave over me. Quickly with a swirling scenes and flashes of lights it came back. After having left the back room, it was of I was walking in place and having the scenery move around me. Like an old movie, where the actor is on a treadmill and the city street plays on a screen behind him. This way of seeing was so surreal and at times abstract I found that I was bumping into walls and people with drinks in their hand. There was pulsing music and muffled conversations along that hallway with a smokey atmosphere and flashing lights. “Heys” “Hellos” and “excuse me”s were exchanged along the way. I was seeing the last three minutes of my life flash back to me as if they didn’t actually happen. Almost as if inserted back into my memory after it had slipped out in the wrong order.
Then next thing I remember after coming out of the bathroom was linking arms with my friend Kimmy and out the door to State Street we went. Ahead of us was the Pot Fairy leading the way. Beth and the band guys followed. My altered way of seeing had not changed since I had entered the room. Passing people swiftly I felt as if I was running. I was constantly assured as we walked another mile to the entrance of The State Street Halloween Party.
This party draws many types of crowds of people. Mostly college students from the out
State Street in Madison is lined with small shops, cafes, bars and restaurants. During the day they drew college students and groups of shoppers to the area. This is not typically a very busy area and the center of the town is the campus and is generally traveled by foot, bike or bus because vehicles are not allowed. But with this enormous party ready to happen, it was closed down and barricaded off for the costume parade that started the night. It was very quiet.
I thought that was weird remembering how many people are usually quoted in the paper the next morning with photographs of fighting and the many arrests that happened on that night. The city officials did what they could to contain the night’s chaos to the center of the city. So often it ended with riots, tear gassing and destruction.
After walking for what seemed like hours, we had finally arrived to the entrance of the center of town. Everyone dumped the rest of their bottles and we quickly chugged our last beer as we entered what looked like the line to jail. Surrounded by police and cop cars we slipped into the parade that was about to start. Although I started to get an eerie feeling about the night, I was too distracted by the intoxication, the brightly colored costumes and the energy of the crowd.
“Look a guy in a nun costume with the devil in a collar. Oh he’s got a whip” called one friend.
“Look, there is a lumberjack,” I called.
“Oh my god its Scooby Doo,” pointed Beth.
“Dude that guy is literally a one night stand” pointing to a gentleman that had hollowed out a night stand and cut a hole just big enough for his head.
We were surrounded by some of the most over the top and well done costumes we had ever seen. I lost my link with Kimmy and started to link arms with the other patrons of the parade. Making friends with who ever allowed; I was overly excited and began to become overly stimulated. I was just a hyperactive child in a visual candy store. There were so many bright colors and people willing to lead me down the street and telling me to wave at everyone watching.
This is when that eerie feelings came flooding back. With the assistance of the substances flowing through my bloodstream I started to become anxious and wide eyed.
I started to noticed how the controllers of this parade. Each intersection was closed off with barricades, police standing and directing everyone to the center of the town. Locals were lined up to watch the many crazy costumes and creative garb while laughing and pointing. We had become spectacles.
Everyone else was completely consumed by their version of this “fun” and no one really noticed what was just on the other side of the barricades and windows down State Street. Distracted by the merriment the party became louder and the music was turned up.
Then I noticed that the now closed restaurants, cafes and shops were filled with spectators too. The doors were closed but we could all see the theater type seating set up in the buildings. Rows and rows of chairs facing at the windows. The people on the inside laughing and enjoying the show. I began to feel like cattle being herded down the street, part of brightly colored, obnoxious, and intoxicated young cattle being lead straight into the rainbow spattered grinder at the end of the street.
It was like a dream, the one where you showed up to your doctoral dissertation in front of colleagues, esteemed guest and your teachers who decided if you pass or fail, in your underwear. Everyone snickering and poking fun as you don’t notice but after a while the noise of this judgement grows and disrupts you half way through. Then you look down, in complete shock and realize that it had been going on for most of your speech while you were completely submerged in your note cards.
Nearing the end of the parade, the barricades began to narrow our space, and the police enforcement began to thin. My anxiety started to rise as the crowd started to disperse. At the very end of the walk there was a park at the top of stone stairs around a statute with a bunch of empty tables. Rumors of free pizza surfaced and we, being who ever was left and didn’t follow someone else home, decided to stay a few more minutes to see if the pizza would come.
It came quickly; I never remember eating that fast and that much pizza in my life. One of the band members showed up with his hands full of as many beer cups as he could carry. After we had our fill we moved to the side and let the rest of the crowd get their fill.
Right as the pizza crew packed up and left, there was an odd silence that fell over the park. We started to stumble again, heading towards the street to take us back to the apartment we started at when we heard faint yelling.
“GAS!” someone screamed louder.
We turned to see a crowd of people running from the city down the hill into the square with a thick cloud following them.
Without thinking we started to run away from the crowd coming at us. In this dispersal of our group, I was separated with only Kimmy and the Pot Fairy, and not a clue where the apartment was from where we started running.
Still drunk we were laughing and screaming jumping over curbs and trying my hardest to not fall. All I remember is following the bright red blur of Kimmy’s red shirt in front of me. “Take a left here, right up this alley way!” the Pot Fairy shouted. To the left, up the alley we ran.
When all three of us were out of breath, our chests heaving and weak from earlier in the night in that darned room.
“Ok. H H hhh hhhhh h, wait, www waa wwwaiit, I.. I… need.. ne.. need to STOP!. wait.
Here,” he pointed to a large bush at the end of the alley way sitting on someones front yard. This bush was huge, low to the ground, and big enough for all three of us to hide in while the gas cleared and the sirens stop.
Out of breath and ready to pass out, not from the drinking, but from the lack of air from running, Kimmy and I joined hands and climbed in, the Pot Fairy quickly followed.
“Shhhh…you got to be quiet, we are still in the center of the city, the cops could still find us,” The Pot Fairy warned. But after taking in the events of the last half hour Kimmy and I could not stop giggling. The giggling turned into more giggling and eventually tickling of us both by the Pot Fairy. “If you guys can’t stop, I will give you something to giggle about.”
Since our drunken giggles escalated quickly into tickling and eventually into wrestling around in the bush, I can only imagine how it looked from the outside. Maybe a passer by would have thought there were animals in it fighting over some food or a homeless fellow dream fighting in his sleep. Our wild activities tossed leaves and branches all around that poor, helpless bush.
So giggling lead to tickling, tickling eventually lead to wrestling around, and the grabbing and struggling of that lead to all of us, sloppily, drunken, aroused three way kissing. Kimmy and I had been accustomed to this while drunk because of the male attention we would get and I know that the Pot Fairy had stumbled into that dream bush fully unaware that this may happen. But needless to say he was excited and thrilled to play along. After plenty of heavy petting, hand fulls of clothing and flesh we decided to find a more comfortable place to continue what we had started in the shrubbery on St. Street.
At a slow and stumbled pace we found our way back to the college apartment that we had started our night in. It was very late now, the event and all the attendants seemed to have vanished while we spent our time in that bush. We walked in the door to find the rest of our party, half-naked and sprawled all over every piece of furniture in the place. Arms and Legs hanging on the floor or over the side of chairs, empty bottles and buckets ready for vomit littered the floor.
“My room is down the hall ladies, right next to our smoking room” the Pot Fairy slurred as he swung open the door to find two faceless people, in a humping and heaving, heap doing exactly what the Pot Fairy had planned for us. He grabbed a small bag of pot and a pipe from his sock drawer and said “Yikes, they seem to be going at it pretty hard, maybe we should wait for them next door” pointing at the smoking room.
As we moved towards the door we noticed that there was more of this “healthy college activity” going on, on almost every piece of mis-matched furniture in that room too.
“I guess we can go in the bathroom to smoke this, everything else seems to be currently occupied,” he said with a smirk as he raised his hands near his face and make the ‘in quote - out quote’ hand gesture.
I grabbed Kimmy’s hand and pulled her into the bathroom as quickly as I could while shutting the door in his face, “Give us just a second, you know…. girl talk.”
The Pot Fairy replied “Awww come on girls, don’t leave me hanging, I just want to finish what we started in the bush.”
“Yeah, Yeah, yeah, just a second,” Kimmy said thinking I had doubts about what we were getting ourselves into.
I leaned over and whispered with long vowels and a clear slur in my voice “Oohhman Kims, I am prittsty fucked up, but I am totally down if you are.” I said with a wink. “I have never had a threesome before, but he IS HOT.”
With that she swung the door open and said, “Come in and pack that bowl!” as she poked her head out to see if anyone was waiting for the bathroom.
The Pot Fairy sat down on the tub, I sat on the floor with my legs stretched and my feet on the door. It wasn’t a very big room mind you. “How are you two fine young thangs holding up after a full night of drinking and Halloween debauchery?” He asked fully knowing the answer.
He took a hit and passed the bowl to me, wink his eye and looked to Kimmy for an answer. “This is seriously the best time we have had this year, I mean after graduating high school” she said lying about her age.
“Oh awesome, are you going to UW- Madison this semester?”
“Nah We go to UW - Milwaukee, we are just up here for the weekend” I replied, Kimmy had her lips around the pipe and couldn’t respond.
“Sweet college girls, what’s your major?” He asked
“I’m going for Biology and Lab Studies and Kimmy is…”
“I am going for Visual Arts right now, but I might go to Chicago for Culinary arts next fall,” she interrupted because she knew we hadn’t gotten our stories straight just yet.
As the pipe was passed around our circle, we all eventually ended up on the floor. He reached into his cargo shorts pocket and pulled out a fifth of vodka and started to pass that around us as well. “Shall we drink?”
BANG, BANG, BANG, someone started pounding on the door, “Let me in I have to pee!” said a female voice, then a male voice followed “Yeah let us in WE need to pee”
“There is another bathroom down the hall” yelled back the Pot Fairy.
“And a bedroom down the hall,” Kimmy said with a snarky tone and a smile on her face.
As we all laughed that off, and started to smoke and drink again any inhibitions that we had gained back from our running stint, we quickly lowered. We were back to our frisky selves and again the conversation left the wholesome path of after high school plans and headed straight for the reason we all ended up in the bathroom together.
“So are you girls together, or are you just really close friends?” the Pot fairy asked slyly.
“We are just really close, we have known each other for years and we just appreciate each other’s good looks” laughed Kim.
“Yes and when we drink we appreciate each other’s beautiful lips,” I said as I leaned in for a peck, but pulled away quickly. Kimmy smiled.
“Don’t be shy, I can just watch, I don’t want to make you guys nervous.” he said as he began to gently caress our backs.
Feeling a bit more at ease, Kimmy and I started to make out again as I put my hand on the Pot Fairy’s thigh. That was the beginning of it all. Slowly yet surely clothes started to be pulled off, first Kimmy’s shirt, then mine. Kimmy noticed her favorite part of the Pot Fairy, his pierced nipples and proceed to tongue them with delight. With our three sets of lips and pairs of hands off exploring, we could hear snickering and whispering outside the door.
“Wait, who is all in there?” asked one voice.
“Shhhhh… they’ll hear us,” I heard another say.
“Is the door locked?” whispered someone else and with that the knob slowly turned and wouldn’t budge. One of us had remembered in our highly intoxicated state to make sure we were not going to be interrupted.
“Look, someone’s panties,” another said as they pulled a garment of clothing from under the door. Even with all this attention and racket we never let up.
But before we had the chance to start our little trist I started to feel a bit dizzy and since all three of us were in a naked pile on the floor, I felt like I could just close my eyes and the spinning of the room would stop. That was a mistake because this is where my role stopped.
The next thing I remember was waking up on the bathroom floor, topless and cold from the tub at my back, Kimmy and the Pot fairy leaning against me as they were in full force of their fling, rocking my body with every thrust. With every rocking motion I became more and more nauseous. I grabbed what I could find of my clothes and stumbled to the room next to the bathroom searching for a couch to calm my bad case of the spins. This was the end of my wild night on State Street, in Madison Wisconsin.