The first time I was ever truly present at a party, I was 20 years old visiting the country of my birth, Trinidad and Tobago, for Carnival.
It’s not that I was new to the party scene. Quite the contrary, actually. By my 18th birthday, I was already frequenting adult bars and clubs in New York City with the assistance of my sister’s ID. Seven years my senior, she not only gave me the ticket to freedom by allowing me to venture into New York City’s nightlife scene, but she often played chaperone too, allowing me to accompany her to the hottest spots in the city alongside her beautiful, trendy friends.