Different States = Different Worlds

Approximately three hours ago, Austin and I returned from a weekend trip to Utah to visit my love Aubrey, and do some snowboarding. We went snowboarding one day and then did some bowling and IHOP action. The next day, we just relaxed and hung out all day. That night, we went to a house party about half an hour away. At this party I experienced something quite hilarious.

Coming to ASU I was well aware of what I was getting myself into. Here, parties are typical of what you might expect out of college: red cups everywhere, beer pong, some music, people hanging out, dumps of houses, and getting busted by the cops. So going to the party that night I had no expectations of it being much different than that.

(Side note)
Utah needs to re-evaluate how they design their roads. Almost all of them are numbers, not like 1st Ave, 22nd St, 3rd Rd. They go up into the tens of thousands! For example, when you are driving down the freeway you pass streets like 9800 No. and 12500 So. How are you supposed to remember all those different streets? Then when we were driving to this party it was inside a little gated community. This community had normal street names, but one major flaw. They thought it would be easy to navigate by changing the second name in the street. The main road through the community is called Pepperwood Dr, and we were told that the party we were going to was #4 Pepperwood. So we drove up and down that street three times and couldn't find any sight of a party. Finally we got a hold of someone and they said, "Yeah, the party is at #4 Pepperwood Pointe." Sorry, what? We are on Pepperwood Drive. So we just drove around feeling like idiots for fifteen minutes because some incompetent people named the streets.
(End side note)

We got to the party and it was in a huge house. We got inside and it was one of the nicest houses I have ever seen. It was almost 10,000 square feet and was actually for sale for 1.7 million dollars. Inside the party it looked like your typical party. People everywhere, people dancing, drinking, and some food here and there. We went downstairs and there was a sick DJ, with tons more people dancing in the basement. When it started to die down, I realized that people were drinking, but there were drinking soda. People were dancing, but they weren't basically having sex while dancing. It looked like a typical college party at first but when you looked closer people weren't being the typical idiots that you find at parties. We found four beers during the whole time we were there, and the cops never came.

I wish more people could be like the people that were at this party. It was a great time and the people who owned the house were not nervous to open up their house to hundreds of kids. I'm not saying to not drink, I just think it would be rad if people could not be idiots for a change.