Teenage Parties
Ah, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
Ah, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
« Go Back
Mis-spent youth
I have several teenage party stories
One half term, my parents went away for a week, leaving me in the house alone with only three rules:- No Steve, no Kay and no parties.
Several weeks later i was left waiting for my lift home from school for several hours in the rain, until I realised that Mum wasn't coming and I would have to walk home.
The reason? I had forgotten to remove the cassete from the family camcorder we had been playing with, which quite clearly captured me with Steve under one arm and Kay under the other while shouting "We're having a paaarrtyyyy!".
Another time I was quite convinced that there was no trace of the weekend's illicit party, so played innocent when questioned by a thunder faced parent the next week. It appears however that somebody had stuck a microwave lasagne onto the kitchen ceiling. (At the same party, someone urinated in the fridge and I caught somebody else emptying the freezer into a bag, to which the reply when confronted was "It's ok, (my name) said I could." )
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 11:24, Reply)
I have several teenage party stories
One half term, my parents went away for a week, leaving me in the house alone with only three rules:- No Steve, no Kay and no parties.
Several weeks later i was left waiting for my lift home from school for several hours in the rain, until I realised that Mum wasn't coming and I would have to walk home.
The reason? I had forgotten to remove the cassete from the family camcorder we had been playing with, which quite clearly captured me with Steve under one arm and Kay under the other while shouting "We're having a paaarrtyyyy!".
Another time I was quite convinced that there was no trace of the weekend's illicit party, so played innocent when questioned by a thunder faced parent the next week. It appears however that somebody had stuck a microwave lasagne onto the kitchen ceiling. (At the same party, someone urinated in the fridge and I caught somebody else emptying the freezer into a bag, to which the reply when confronted was "It's ok, (my name) said I could." )
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 11:24, Reply)
« Go Back