Personal Narrative-Asada Party

On a warm sunny day back in 2012, I had just relocated into my new apartment. I decided to host a little carne asada get-together. The music was a little too loud, which the neighbor ended up confronting me about. This caused me to experience some anger due to her ignorance of calling me something that I wasn’t, for pointing our fashion statement resulting in a fight, and ended up with community service. A time in my life that caused me to learn a lesson was the incident with my neighbor, which brought me to the conclusion that we need to be considerate of all neighbors regardless of our personal relationship and beliefs.
One Saturday night I decided to host a carne asada party. We had a couple “BYOB” which just means, bring your own beer,
We ended up with two kegs of beer that some of the guys had ordered for delivery. At the last minute, we also ended up with a little potluck where some of the girls brought some food that they wanted to contribute and were dying to have me try. We had some pink gelatin with whipped cream, homemade potato salad, and a couple of Italian food and pastas, as they know I love Italian food like a kid likes cake. I provided Mexican food for the event, since everyone I had invited loves Hispanic food. For the main dished I had some mole, carne asada, tacos, and enchiladas. For sides, I always make sure to have cole slaw, macaroni and cheese, and mashed potato for any special event, it is an absolute must. For drinks, I had rice water, Jamaica, tamarind juice, and strawberry water. This carne asada party was more of a welcome home party for my family and friends to enjoy. This would give me a
Of course someone always has to end up calling the cops regardless of how non-serious the situation is. For instance, when there is something more tragic happening, nobody ever calls the higher authority.
As a result of all the commotion and the ensuing fight that we got into because of the music being too “loud” and her unnecessary racial remarks, we ended up having a tense relationship. Thus, this resulted in doing community service. This was due to the cops being involved. We now have to attempt to find a way to be able to get along and become friends. For the most part, I learned that we need to come up with some ways of being able to take turns not disrespecting the community with such loud music; especially being that we have completely opposite work schedules.
I thought about my actions and figured that we both were to blame. After all, we both kept going at it with the music. The next day, I decided to create a welcome basket, as an apology for the night before. As I got to her house, I saw that she had a surprised expression and stopped whatever she was doing in her garden. I continued on the path to her house, with a tiny nervous smile on my face, as I didn’t know what to expect from her. As I began to approach her holding my gift basket in one hand, I raised it up towards her, and began to