Never even made the party...
I must've been about 13 at the time. Me and a few friends gathered all of our pocket money together and got my mates older sister to visit the local Spar and buy us a shitload of beer.
A few of us went back to mine to prepare for the big night, bags of booze in tow. Being the naive youngsters we were, the only conceiveable way we could think of to smuggle the vast amounts of alcohol out of the house was to put it all in a bag, well more like a suit case, wrapped in towels to stop the bottles clanking together (see, we thought it through!).
This would have worked if it wasn't for the fact that my parents were giving us a lift to the party, and when the four of us came trundling down the stairs ready to go heaving a massive suitcase with us the usual questions began, with a typical guilty thirteen year old's responses:
"What've you got in the bag?"
"Um... Nothing"
"That's a very big and heavy bag to be carrying nothing"
"um... It's tapes and some extra clothes for the party..."
"Rubbish, take it back upstairs"

Suffice to say my parents dropped us off at the party, only to ring up half an hour later and tell the host they were on the way round to pick me up after they'd found my "Alcoholic's Treasure Trove" buried in the bottom of my wardrobe.
Most embarrassing night of my life, being picked up by my parents in front of practically my whole year with them yelling and screaming at me.
Didn't go to another party for quite some time after that incident.
Surprisingly enough though, the next party they actually bought me the beer to go with, something to do with the fact that they knew i'd be drinking, so at least this way they knew what it was when i had to get my stomach pumped... but thats another story...

Apologies for length... but i was thirteen, puberty was only just kicking in...
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