Hotel Party Dream

A few old friends from high school and I arrived at a hotel for a huge party that was going to happen in the entire building. We had made the reservations to go to this party years before, so we had a nice room on the 4th floor and therefore were allowed entrance into several cool parties. Depending on what floor you had a room on, you would have access to your floor and any under you. There were ten floors in this hotel so if you had a room on the 10th floor you were able to get into all the parties, whereas if you were on the 1st floor you were screwed and could only go to the 1st floor party. We couldn't afford the 10th floor, so about half way up was the best we could do.

We arrived in the afternoon, the parties weren't starting till 10pm. After tossing our stuff into our room we decided to check out the 1st floor because we had heard it was chaos down there. We took the elevators down and as the door opened a multitude of smells and muggy air filled the elevator. People were everywhere. It was almost the kind of scene you would expect at an refuge site or when people get stranded at airports. The first floor people had setup makeshift beds for themselves and their friends everywhere, all around the walls of the lobby, in the bathroom nooks, everywhere. There were about five people fighting over a lobby couch. When people weren't setting up a place to sleep or fighting over space they were wondering around bartering and chitchatting, anxiously awaiting the beginning of the party.

We made our way to the first floor ballroom to see what the party area was going to look like (Every floor had a different theme. The 4th floor where we had our room was a James Bond theme). The ballroom was already trashed. There was a dance floor and then a balcony that went all the way around the room and looked down into the dance floor. Wet gray paper streamers hung on the walls and off the balcony railing. A disco ball was spinning gray light around the room. We passed by a couple guys who were setting up things and asked what the theme was. "Ghetto gray," one said.

We then were in the elevator heading back up to our floor. That's all I remember.