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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Most of my younger house parties I can tell you little about.. but the later ones have been funnier
Ex-girlfriend's parents house, big old country house in Wiltshire, I think about the 2nd or 3rd time I've met the parents. They liked having parties and invited friends from all over, inevitably various loons from the village turn up too. And me.
Getting on during the night and I'm fairly spazzed on beer and stuff from bottles with giant legged insects in them (I shit ye not) and I'm in the kitchen chatting/blathering to her dad, who's a nice chap. Halfway through said mumbling/laughing/conversation he sticks his tinnie out the window and pours it.
"What's the mad fool doing pouring perfectly good beer outside ?" I wonder, to be answered seconds later as a cow pokes it's head through the kitchen window and moos in a kind of "want more beer way". So her dad pours more beer down the cows gullet.
Didn't know they had a cow y'see. You definitely never forget the first time you see a cow drinking beer at a party. Her mum (unknowingly, til later!) ate a hash cookie as well, gf had forgot to remove them from the fridge. Heh.
Another party at the same gaff, parents on holiday, so we set the decks up and get busy with lots of beer and substances and loonies. Nothing nasty, no house trashing beyond the usual spillages and random zombie encounters in the morning. More hash cookies, including one the size of Lake Michigan that was supposed to have been divvied up at some point for general consumption.
Enter Johnny, stage left, who's just come off the decks and is drunk and hungry. He goes to the fridge, spies this dinner-plate sized monster and thinks "aha! foodage !" and proceeds to wolf it down with the aid of more Stella. Thinking his hunger was now satisfied, he totters off to join the melee, none the wiser.
Until later. I have seen the human man-cabbage and it was possibly the funniest state I have ever seen anyone in. There was a quarter in that cake. Pretty t'was not.
Ah Pip.. your parties were ace :o)
( , Fri 14 Apr 2006, 15:37, Reply)
Ex-girlfriend's parents house, big old country house in Wiltshire, I think about the 2nd or 3rd time I've met the parents. They liked having parties and invited friends from all over, inevitably various loons from the village turn up too. And me.
Getting on during the night and I'm fairly spazzed on beer and stuff from bottles with giant legged insects in them (I shit ye not) and I'm in the kitchen chatting/blathering to her dad, who's a nice chap. Halfway through said mumbling/laughing/conversation he sticks his tinnie out the window and pours it.
"What's the mad fool doing pouring perfectly good beer outside ?" I wonder, to be answered seconds later as a cow pokes it's head through the kitchen window and moos in a kind of "want more beer way". So her dad pours more beer down the cows gullet.
Didn't know they had a cow y'see. You definitely never forget the first time you see a cow drinking beer at a party. Her mum (unknowingly, til later!) ate a hash cookie as well, gf had forgot to remove them from the fridge. Heh.
Another party at the same gaff, parents on holiday, so we set the decks up and get busy with lots of beer and substances and loonies. Nothing nasty, no house trashing beyond the usual spillages and random zombie encounters in the morning. More hash cookies, including one the size of Lake Michigan that was supposed to have been divvied up at some point for general consumption.
Enter Johnny, stage left, who's just come off the decks and is drunk and hungry. He goes to the fridge, spies this dinner-plate sized monster and thinks "aha! foodage !" and proceeds to wolf it down with the aid of more Stella. Thinking his hunger was now satisfied, he totters off to join the melee, none the wiser.
Until later. I have seen the human man-cabbage and it was possibly the funniest state I have ever seen anyone in. There was a quarter in that cake. Pretty t'was not.
Ah Pip.. your parties were ace :o)
( , Fri 14 Apr 2006, 15:37, Reply)
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