Worst party ever...
What's the worst party you've ever been to. Is it one you hosted, did you go to a friend's and everyone else was a dick, or did no one turn up at all?

My worst answers the latter description:

I had met my friends at the monymusk arms, aberdeenshire, miles from anywhere (they were working in a castle at the time - Scotland is like that). The three of us were all young 18y/o at the time. We decided to try every whisky on the back bar and this being rural scotland there was plenty to sample.
The night dragged on and we got steadily more pissed.
I need to mention my 2 friends both had their bicycles with them.
We had to get back to Kemnay over 4miles away. My friend being a bright spark (albeit a pissed bright spark) said he knew a short cut.
Out of blind faith and the need to get fergus back home (he was falling asleep - bless him) we decided to take it.
A very wavery mile later we hear music coming from a local forest. We start shout in the general direction of the tunes to make contact with late night revelers, we do this for ten minutes to no avail. On leaving the pub we got some whisky and we advertised this to wet their appetite to invite us over.
Still no reply.
I head over to investigate further. I walk through gorse bush (that's spikey bushes to city slickers) and cut my self to ribbons. I come across a chicken wire fence, trying to climb over it proved difficult because it was so weak, so I tore it up from the ground. I head over further and I see a light and still no people. All that's there is a bucket and tiny courogated iron structures that look like mini bomb shelters. I shout around for longer and still no reply.
I eventually found the radio making the music and nick it to keep us company for the rest of the journey.
When I got back to my friends I thought that we had attended some sort of ghost party... spooky.
We later dumped the bikes in a field and got a taxi.
The next morning I went to collect the bikes (Scotland's like that). Still curious about spooky ghost party I had attended we drove further along the lane to find out what it was.
The people I had been offering my whisky to, and believed I had the possibility of a shag with, was a phesant farm.
Appartently they have radios to keep them entertained.
The break in was covered in the local press and it recorded the theft of the radio at the phesant farm (Scotland's like that)

Sorry about the length, but I'm sure you could write something better.
(If you say "i like this" I'll donnate a thousand pounds to a kitten charity)
(kintore_homeboy tenuous links since 1986!, Wed 28 Feb 2007, 13:52, Reply)