» Teenage Parties

I was once at this posh party in oxfordshire
crashing it actually, as my boyf was doing the music for some sloaney bint who'd just turned 16 and wanted to "big it up yar" with her little public school friends. The massive gerogian mansion was out of bounds, but the doting parents had set up a giant marquee in their 20 acre grounds. Anyway, 2 hours in, all the ra-ra skirt and ralphie sporting yahs were running around stone drunk indulging in various stages of heavy petting, the music blasting away across the fields. I had dragged another non posh friend along with me, and we managed to creep into the house with a bottle of champagne and a few spliffs and sat watching dvd's on the home cinema set up. After a while, we too were trashed, and decided to totter down and locate our boyfriends and see how the party was shaping up. Walking towards the marquee in the dark, i suddenly saw 4 tall figures looming towards me, all apparently sporting glowsticks and flashing lights. delighted that it had turned into an impromptu rave, i called out, "man, love your trans get-up, have a toke on this spliff and do you have any e?"
Sadly, it was the police.
Luckily, i managed to scamper off into the bushes, unlike the dozen or so 15 year olds who had been surprised snorting coke off daddy's credit card.

good times.
(Fri 14th Apr 2006, 18:05, More)