Before I was old enough to go to pubs
It was house parties galore. The split second anyones parents were locking the front door, suitcase in hand, we were already storming through the back door ready to squat for several days drinking the house dry, getting the cat stoned and breaking nearly every ornament in the process.

I was one of the lucky ones who had a boyfriend a few years older than myself so he provided me with alcohol. He wasnt 18 but this was before recent times, nowadays you need to look at least 30 and provide the cashier with 2 types of ID before they'll consider putting the beer through the till.

The majority of people at these shindigs, however, had to nick their beer from the parentals so the alcohol available was pretty varied.

A rather unfavoured young man from my school brought a giant bottle of champagne to drink by himself. He'd had some but put it in the fridge whilst he went outside to smoke some dispicable things. I didn't witness the next half hours goings on but boy with champagne had made some kind of sarky remark and was generally agressive trying to pick a fight with boyfriend.

Bf remains calm and collected and just goes back into the kitchen. Takes his champers out of the fridge, pours half of what was left down the sink.. and pisses in it.

Moron strolls back into the kitchen, where upon a witness to the pissing dares him to down the rest of the bottle.

Which he did, ending it with a huge smile on his face expecting us to be proud like he'd just run the marathon or something..

Ending with the unforgettable words 'I thought it'd be colder than this by now!'
(i should have joined myspace, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 20:09, Reply)