ABSTRACT
So this is what it's like to be at Carla's party, I thought, glancing around the basement filled with girls in party dresses and boys in dress shirts and pants. Nobody really looked happy, they just looked cool. Maybe we were having fun and I was just too square to realize it. The boys stood around the food table gulping punch and stuffing themselves with potato chips and hot dogs. I overhead them say, "Man, this" and "Man, that" between bites. The girls were all bunched up on the other side of the room.
