Prom weekend passed as quickly as it came and I found myself in a rather robust Cadillac Escalade destined for Seaside Heights, NJ. The general atmospere of the ride was rather relaxed, but the aire of anticipation loomed overhead as the six of us often exchanged glances with a cumbersome duffel bag in the trunk. The contents of this bag would prove the foundation for the story that follows.
Fast forward to Saturday afternoon. We had rented a sizeable house with the intent of party'ing with classmates and peers. Now, those that have never been to the Jersey shore will find the next bit of information, well, silly. In a town overrun with highschool and college kids, people come in and out of your house like its going out of style. Generally, this isn't a problem as its a great way to meet people and have fun. Well, this weekend proved otherwise.
Almost immediately after arriving at said house at 3AM Saturday morning, we had a respectable group of individuals at the house having a good time. Come Saturday night, we had a party that Pacha or Avalon would be envious of. I knew maybe 75% of the people at the party, but the mood was light hearted. I see out of the corner of my eye 2 guys talking to my girlfriend. No problem, I thought. She's a smart girl and knows her boundaries. I don't say anything, but keep an eye on the situation. A few minutes later I see one of the guys mixing drinks for the group. I jut my jaw out and I try and pass it off.
"A test," I though. I let the situation continue to see what would come of it.
I cannot recall how much time elapsed, but we had seperated (seperated in the sense that I was around the corner in the living room while the said group was still in the kitchen). My best friend grabs me by the shoulder and tells me that the two guys are physically shoving my girlfriend toward a vacant bedroom. In my inebriated state, I threw my drink to the ground, clench my fists, and followed my friend to the hallway leading to the room.
"Come on, we need to take a nap." I hear. I glanced at my friend and he gave me "the nod". Those that are unfamiliar with "the nod", it is guy code for "are you down for what's about to happen". We were down.
Words and hesitation were absent from the room as my spirited pace had slowed to a slow stalk. My GF saw me and shoved her way towards us. One of the guys grabbed her arm in an effort to hold her back. Instinctually, my friend threw a haymaker that connected.
"Blood," I thought, "great..."
The next few moment can only be described as chaotic as blows were exchanged back and forth. The rumble concluded and I was left with a fleeting moment. My friend and I had brought our "opponents" to the ground and were doing some heavy ground and pound. The rest of our house mates had stood watch long enough and pulled us off. As we were shoved to the living room, I smiled as I saw a bit of blood on the flood and adjacent walls.
