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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Brandy is evil
I'd just started sixth form, and I had a new girlfriend whose mate was having a house party. We were only supposed to be going there to show our faces for a couple of hours and then her dad was coming to pick us up. I'd been told by my girlfriend how her dad didn't approve of drinking, and this was going to be the second or third time that I'd met him so I decided I wasn't going to touch any drink at the party so that I could make a good impression when he picked us up.
That changed as soon as we arrived when the host offered me a dusty unopened bottle of brandy from the back of his dad's drinks cabinet, seeing as I hadn't brought any alcohol along. I wasn't really used to drinking spirits but thought I'd give it a go, so I half filled a glass and topped it up with Coca Cola. The brandy and Cokes went down really easily, and within about 45 minutes I'd drunk the whole bottle, so I'd forgotten about not getting hammered and her dad coming to pick us up and went through to the kitchen to join in with the stoners who were doing buckets and hot-knives (which I wasn't really used to either).
When her dad came to get us 2 hours after he'd dropped us off, I was unconscious in the toilet and had to be carried to the car. Threw up in the back of his car on the way home, and then they had to carry me from the car to the front door of my parents' house, where I collapsed again.
Great times!
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 18:24, Reply)
I'd just started sixth form, and I had a new girlfriend whose mate was having a house party. We were only supposed to be going there to show our faces for a couple of hours and then her dad was coming to pick us up. I'd been told by my girlfriend how her dad didn't approve of drinking, and this was going to be the second or third time that I'd met him so I decided I wasn't going to touch any drink at the party so that I could make a good impression when he picked us up.
That changed as soon as we arrived when the host offered me a dusty unopened bottle of brandy from the back of his dad's drinks cabinet, seeing as I hadn't brought any alcohol along. I wasn't really used to drinking spirits but thought I'd give it a go, so I half filled a glass and topped it up with Coca Cola. The brandy and Cokes went down really easily, and within about 45 minutes I'd drunk the whole bottle, so I'd forgotten about not getting hammered and her dad coming to pick us up and went through to the kitchen to join in with the stoners who were doing buckets and hot-knives (which I wasn't really used to either).
When her dad came to get us 2 hours after he'd dropped us off, I was unconscious in the toilet and had to be carried to the car. Threw up in the back of his car on the way home, and then they had to carry me from the car to the front door of my parents' house, where I collapsed again.
Great times!
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 18:24, Reply)
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