Party Time?

So last night I went to a party. Well, I went with my family to a party. It was my Dad's friend's 40th party, and they had a DJ and everything.

A DJ and everything.

There were only a few kids there, but I'm 14 and I wasn't treated like a kid, which I like. I hate it when I'm treated like a kid.

When the buffet was ready in the other room, I was the first in there. It was kinda funny, on my way out an old lady said, "Children first then, is it?" So I just looked at her and said, "Yeah, because we're the growing ones!"

After the food, things got a little crazy. The adults got drunker, the kids got crazier, the music got wilder. And then Cotten-Eye Joe came on.

If it hadn't been for Cotten-Eyed Joe, I'd been married long time ago, where did you come from, where did you go, where did you come from Cotten-Eye Joe?

No-one was on the dance-floor. No-one had been dancing much. And that's when I did it.

I did an almost solo dance performance during the whole of Cotten-Eye Joe. And soon enough, I had all 70 people at the party clapping and cheering.

Apparently, I 'broke the ice' because after that, everyone else started dancing. Not me - I was chilling out for the remainder of the party! - but everyone else was dancing.

And now, as I knew I would the next day, I feel like a right tit.