Feb. 27

2/27/2026 12:16 am Correspondence 162

A late message, but one written with excitement. I am a true college kid. I went to my first college party. And oh, mama, was it a college party. 

Many things in life don't live up to expectations. This party was not one of them. As soon as I walked into that dimly lit shotgun house, I was hit with a wave of excitement. Not excitement for drinking or partying per se, but more so the simple eagerness for this new experience. Drinking and smoking and dancing and yelling and all. It felt like I stepped into a movie. It was strange and surreal. At the beginning, I felt incredibly out of place, alone in a sea of vices and joys. But don't worry, I loosened up. 

I must establish before I go any further that I did not drink or smoke at all. That's not some cover-up; if I did, I would absolutely dissect that experience here. I digress. 

I was lucky to have some people I knew previously. I carpooled to the party with two friends of mine who played d&d with me not an hour before the party. They pulled me into conversations and already made connections. Then I started making my own. I established myself. I was somewhat of a curiosity, with my mailman hat, camera,  and yo-yos, and quickly shed all fear I had. It didn't exactly hurt that people just kept getting drunker and drunker, too. You are less afraid of looking like a fool to someone who has a dull twinkle in their eyes and laughs at all your jokes. 

So there I was, talking, socializing, and taking pictures. I even took some videos here and there, just trying to capture the vibe of the party. People would also come up to me and ask if I could take their picture. 

It was honestly a joy. 

And then the cops showed,

and it only got better. 

At first, it was just the neighborhood security investigating a noise complaint. They told us to quiet down and that everything would be fine. People talked in whispers until the car pulled away, then exploded back into a cacophony.  It was about an hour later when a voice shouted (and excuse my language) 

Everybody, the cops are here, get the fuck out," and we scattered. 

Well. Thats an overreaction. It was more of a hurried trickle out the back door and through the neighborhood. I got some footage of it, although I have yet to review it. I will try to go through it and add that and some photos to a collection sometime this weekend. 

The carpool group gathered together, and we moseyed away from the house and the cops.  Did I feel fear? Not an ounce. Throughout this whole ordeal, I had the biggest smile on my face. I could not have written a better ending to the night. We heard as we drove away that a neighbor called the caps beacuse someone from the party peed on their porch, not cool, dude, if that's true. 

In some strange way, it was a real dream come true to be at a party shut down by cops. And I wouldn't change a thing. 

There is more to say, but I am crashing fast. I will compile more thoughts and media of the party in the future. 

In the meantime, stay safe out there 

Goodnight friends,

Calvin Landreth 

P.S. Photos intentinly out of focuse to obscure identy