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‘If rocking the house is a crime…then let me be guilty’. Not my words, Carol, the words of proto ravecore pioneers Genaside II. We all love a party – or do we?

There always used to be a girl crying on the stairs, who’d drunk too much vodka. Or someone would crap in the bath. What’s the most revolting/hilarious thing you’ve seen at a party? The worst house-trashing you’ve seen?

- This Weeks question from Richard Mcbeef IB

(, Fri 9 Oct 2015, 9:36)
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when I turned 21 I was a stoner failing his way through university
I thought a house party was a good way to celebrate, and used it as an excuse to invite a bunch of people I thought might be fun. Along with big drinking suburban relatives I invited two brazilian drug dealers. They were friends of a friend, but I'd once donated my hydroponic setup to them, and they recriprocated by supplying the whole party for nothing, or at least those who made the trip to the bedroom. Another friend who went on to have a reasonably successful music career agreed to play his two-piece led zepplin cover band in the backyard. A mate who I hadn't seen in 10 years and had spent the last few of them in the punk scene in bulgaria turned up, mohawk and piercings. I remember my dad's springer spaniel spent the whole party with his wet nose wedged up against his punk girlfriend's clunge. We figured she was on her rags. Trying to mingle, stoned drunk and e'd up, I remember going upstairs to see somebody standing on the pool table while hacking down with a sword to somebody blocking with another sword while an old high school mate blithely attempted to scratch DJ on the decks to poor effect. Somebody had given me a set of sumurai swords as a present and the sword fights had been going on all evening. Saw the sun come up sitting in a swimming pool still talking bullshit with the last of the guests. Bit of cleaning up the next day, but it was a good party.
(, Sun 11 Oct 2015, 12:19, closed)
I was at this party because this was my party. If you had been there you'd have known that I drove my Honda accord into the pool.

(, Sun 11 Oct 2015, 13:45, closed)
did your supermodel girlfriend survive?
ah well, the tale's true enough, at least the parts I still remember. I tend to move in different worlds and the party stands out in my mind for the clash of those people. The family clan, the suburban high school mates and older friends, my more recent uni crowd, flatmates, and people from the rave drug scene, skiers, some swimmers who made the barcelona olympics, and friends of my brothers. 21st's are big in Australia, so I pulled the stops out.
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(, Mon 12 Oct 2015, 10:27, closed)
so were they drug dealers from Brasil
or drug dealers who specialised in Brasilian drugs
(, Mon 12 Oct 2015, 12:25, closed)
from brasil. years later I would live in brasil, spookily enough, and understand them better in hindsight
I think they sold e's to the clubbing crowd, and as one was just about to go on what sounded like a nice and expensive round the world trip, they must have been successful at it while it lasted.
I never bought drugs off them, which was perhaps why they showed friendship. I was dirt poor in those days anyway. they just seemed like cool guys and one of them showed me videos of him doing capoeira which appeared to take place in a restaurant.
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