On my third night in Atlanta, hours after having experienced my first taste of Caribbean food in Atlanta, Nevis, Paris, Nevis’s friend Austin (who was visiting from New York) and I made our way to a wet party at a secret location (literally!). The only bits of information we had about the location of the party was that it was at a mansion and that we had to park in the parking lot of a Publix in the Tucker and then take a free shuttle (provided by the party promoters) to the “mansion.” But, I will talk more about the adventure to and from the party later. First, I want to make sure that we are all on the same page.
To all those who don’t know what a wet party is, it is exactly the way it sounds—a party where you get wet (lol). Wet parties vary based on venues and organizers. They can be either inside or outside. Before this party, I had never been to a party (and technically I still haven’t been to one, but I will get to that soon), but I had heard stories about wet parties. A few years ago, a friend invited me to one at a big Caribbean club in Brooklyn. I was not able to attend because I was going out of tow. But, my friend went and he seemed to have had a blast. He told me that people were instructed to place their valuables, such as watches, cell phones, money, and IDs, in plastic bags and to check them at coat check, next they were wet by water hoses prior to entering the club, and then they were allowed to enter the dance floor where the sprinklers rained down on them for most of the party. I have also heard of outdoor wet parties where there are pools—real ones and plastic kiddie pools—and people just dance in and around the pool. Regardless the type of wet party it is the one thing you will always see at a wet is people wearing bathing suits.
Since I didn’t get a chance to experience the wet party in Brooklyn, I was pretty excited about attending my first one. However, in all my excitement, I, of course, couldn’t figure out what to wear. I know I said earlier that swimwear is a must at wet parties. And, at first, I thought about wearing a bikini under some jeans and a tank, but since there were also supposed to be dry rooms at the party, I thought it would be a good idea to dress cute but water-friendly. I put on a cute loose black top, with plunging neckline, and black tights—things that would still look cute when wet--and I was ready for a wet and wild night.
Around 11pm, Nevis picked me up from my place and we drove to Paris’ apartment to do some pregaming. A few minutes later, we were at Paris’ apartment in North Decatur. As soon as we walked in, I noticed that Paris was wearing a bikini top under her tank top and that she had pulled her hair into a tight bun at the back of her head. She looked way more ready for a wet party than I did. I started to think about how I could modify my look to make it more wet party ready. It immediately dawned on me that it would probably be a good idea to pull my hair back, so that I wouldn’t have wet hair all over my face. I borrowed a black hair tie from Paris and then turned my attentions to the pre-party activities. A half hour later, we were full of “spirit” and ready to get wet and wild. As we were getting ready to leave, Nevis noticed that I was not wearing a bathing suit and informed that the flyer stated that swimwear was required for the wet rooms. I told him that if we stopped by my place I could quickly put on my bathing suit. In no time flat, I had my green bikini on under my black top and tights and we were on our way to the wet party. Well, actually we were on our way to the Publix parking lot in Tucker to catch the shuttle that would take us to my first wet party.
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