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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Don't Get Creative With DaiquirisOne Christmas Night me and the boyfriend (The Elcat is my boyfriend and he's been posting his stories on here), went off to a friend's house for drinkies.
Many hours of drinking followed but by midnight we'd run out of strawberries for the daiquiris. We'd also run out of rum for the daiquiris. Inspiration! We'll make the strawberry daiquiris with strawberry jam and champagne!
I was the volunteer taster.
I spent the rest of the night projectile vomiting while seated in the bath. And crying. And refusing to let anyone but my best friend inside. So no one could go to the loo. I wouldn't let in The Elcat either, who had confidently told my best friend I wouldn't let her in either. She just smiled at him, walked past, asked if she could come in and between heaves heard my teary assent.
The next morning on the way home we had to stop on the highway so I could puke again. All the truckies driving past sounded their astonishingly loud horns while I chundered into the gutter. Glamorous.
We were told the next night that the home-owner found a stray pea under a shampoo bottle on the side of the bath where I'd forcefully chundered my Christmas lunch.
(, Tue 18 Apr 2006, 12:27, Reply)
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