A very wild, but extrememly abbreviated party
A couple of years ago a girl in our year threw a party for her birthday. We had seldom even exchanged words, but since the whole year was invited, I went along intent on helping to drink the large bottle of cognac one of my friends had bought along.

By the time I arrived, the party was underway, and I was just wandering around greeting my contemporaries (she had hired the village hall for her party), when she and her mother went up on the stage, stopped the music and gave us a collective bollocking over the PA system.

I wasn't quite sure what for, and was most confused when she told us we'd better go home as the party was finishing. However, my friends filled me in later that her mum was very unhappy about the fact that many people, instead of staying inside dancing, were in fact skulking around outside smoking weed, and she was veritably enraged that someone had gone into the toilets and wrenched the water pipe off the wall, causing widespread flooding.

We were informed that the police would be arriving imminently, so, not wanting to have my name taken along with the guilty (though I may not have remained entirely innocent had I been there more than five minutes before things came to a head), I said 'darn this for a lark', called up my dad, who was at astronomy club nearby, and asked him to come and pick me up.

I left just before the police came, though I suspect that anyone searching through the nearby hedgerows the next day would have thought they'd struck some sort of boozy goldmine, and I'm reliably informed that a large rasta type, who no one knew, left an entire crate of weed underneath a bush and walked nonchalantly away.

so it was entire waste of a journey and very few people had any fun at all, least of all the hostess's parents who received a bill for water damage to the village hall.
(WarneMarsh My priority for frivolity begets quality jollity, Sat 15 Apr 2006, 18:04, Reply)