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)
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teenage parties that springs to mind is the one my best friend hosted. Her parents were the only ones out of our 'gang' at school who were trusting enough to go out for the evening/night and leave their children behind. This party in particular was initially school friends, but of course everyone invited their friends, brothers, sisters, uncles, 2nd cousins twice removed etc. until the house was full to bursting.
The cream coloured carpet in the lounge soon had brown streaks across it as wave upon wave of pissed people walked through just because they could. Someone (a friend of the host's younger brother) had rigged up a sound system complete with microphone and as the parents arrived back to see drunken teenagers puking up in their front garden/drunks passed out around the house/house generally in tatters, they were also greeted by the announcement over the PA system of 'GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING VODKA'. I'm sure they were expecting more like 'hello'.
I myself was too busy to notice the parents returning as I was trying to escape from the young man I'd snogged earlier in the evening by riding around the garden on a bicycle. As you do...
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 13:01, Reply)
teenage parties that springs to mind is the one my best friend hosted. Her parents were the only ones out of our 'gang' at school who were trusting enough to go out for the evening/night and leave their children behind. This party in particular was initially school friends, but of course everyone invited their friends, brothers, sisters, uncles, 2nd cousins twice removed etc. until the house was full to bursting.
The cream coloured carpet in the lounge soon had brown streaks across it as wave upon wave of pissed people walked through just because they could. Someone (a friend of the host's younger brother) had rigged up a sound system complete with microphone and as the parents arrived back to see drunken teenagers puking up in their front garden/drunks passed out around the house/house generally in tatters, they were also greeted by the announcement over the PA system of 'GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING VODKA'. I'm sure they were expecting more like 'hello'.
I myself was too busy to notice the parents returning as I was trying to escape from the young man I'd snogged earlier in the evening by riding around the garden on a bicycle. As you do...
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 13:01, Reply)
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