(probably too long but....) I had a new years eve party many moons ago,
but it wasn't the guests that were the problem, oh no it was the residents.

I lived with 3 girls at the time, they were students while I worked within the Uni charity. They were all very nice and loved helping me out with the charity work, especially B and she was so good she became my assistant and would have taken the job on the next year when I left for England.

Through B, I met Sara and Liz (not their real names obviously) and we ended up renting a house together. They were great, all good friends and easy to get on with......on their own. When they were together the petty jealousies appeared and the underhand comments started and they bullied Sara. All 3 of them were attractive in their own way and had no reason to be so insecure, B was very curvy and girl next door type. Liz was tall and quite glam looking but it was Sara who was the gorgeous one. Sara was naturally good looking, extremely cute and she did a spot of modeling part-time.

And the other 2 hated her for it.

Anyway, at the new years eve party about 7 years ago we all invited our respective friends up and before long the house was heaving. Everyone was getting along really well....which is odd for Belfast but B decided to drink vodka straight at about 5.30pm, a good three hours before anyone arrived. As the night went on her comments were getting more and more slurred, more personal and rude. It all started to go horribly wrong when she brought up my mates ex-boyfriend, making her extremely jealous boyfriend shout at said friend on the stairs making her cry, B then went on to break another girls toe by stamping on her foot in her high heels because "She didn't like my dress".

So everyone got into the habit of avoiding her and continued onwards to midnight but the shit hit the fan when Sara arrived with her new bloke. I heard a few raised voices coming from downstairs, then crying and slamming doors. A few seconds later my bedroom door is almost kicked off it's hinges and Sara is launched onto the bedroom floor face first holding her head and hysterically crying. As I look up I see B standing in the doorway holding a fistful Sara's hair, mascara running down her face, eyes wild with a look that can only be achieved with vodka and a peach schnapps mixer.

She then launched on me in a madly rambling, incoherent voice saying it's all my fault because my mum helped her move furniture one day (!?!) and that "you fucking protestant, black bastards ruin everything!!!!" and then randomly started on each of my friends as they looked on in shock. The last thing I remember about the encounter was equally screaming at her to shut her face for once and unloading about a years worth of pent up aggression at her behavior caused by what was now obvious alcoholism.

We then physically removed her to her bedroom only to find her charming chav mates were dishing out homophobic abuse to a friend, creating a second riot in the living room, and yet more people on the stairs crying. After depositing B onto her bed, she went out like a light and we set about clearing out the house and got Sara some medical help.

In the end, whoever was left relocated to my room where we saw in the new year. In some kind of weird American sitcom style ending, we all slept together in the same bed and some huddled together on the floor in sleeping bags. B continued to be sick all over her room and in the morning tried to convince us she had no memory of the previous night.

By the afternoon of New Years Day me and Sara had moved out. My mate then thanked me for the best party ever saying "You had not one but TWO girls crying on the stairs, that's almost unheard of!"

The last I heard she was getting help after a few similar incidents about 3 years ago. I hope she get's her demons sorted.
( Bamboo Steamer, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 12:01, Reply)