Teenage PartiesAh, 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.
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chthonic, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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Oh dear god.In the past year, when I've pretty much been introduced to drink, I dont have the best track record. In rough chronological order:
1)Lecherously groped a girl in a room full of her very conservative strait-laced friends. Loudly.
2)Broken a female friends collarbone by accident. (I tried to do a firemans lift on her, failed, and fell backwards on top of her. Shes slightly built, about five eight, and im six foot and thirteen stone. go figure.)
3)In australia, graciously had the invite of my cousins friend extended to me to an eighteenth. I make a big hole in a plasterboard wall and nearly lose my cousins friend's thousand dollar bond against damage. My cousin, and especially her friends, are unlikely to forgive me at any time in the far future.
4)At a friends eighteenth, I manage to ruin a £300 suit by trying to stop him going into an abandoned reservoir. I think, OMFG, he could drown, hes pissed! The guys sober as a judge, and in my haste I realise I have a two foot long tear from right shoulder to left hip as a result of catching the jacket on some rusty chainlink fence.
However, im very happy as I met my current beau at a party last week, and things are going so very well its like black magic!
(, Fri 14 Apr 2006, 1:08, Reply)
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