Student parties
last year were easily accessible Thursday, Friday, Saturday and very rarely Sunday nights where I lived. They were the open house kind so you could just wander in, pick up a cup of whatever was on offer and start talking to people, even if you didn't know anyone.

At one party I managed to get incredibly drunk on the hosts' lethal death punch and spend the whole evening with some poor guy in a corner doing nothing but slagging off my ex, not least his length/girth. He still looks sheepish and edges away when he sees me on campus.

At another I didn't know anyone and flopped down with a glass of the homebrewed wine, which looked like cloudy piss and tasted about the same, but got you very drunk, on the stairs. There I met a lovely goth and we stayed on the stairs snogging for what felt like about five hours, pausing only for more wine and to be interrupted by a passing psycho girl who kept screaming at us about being a 'fire hazard' (I like to think she was jealous). I've also met some very nice people through the goth guy, but not really spoken to him myself since. Shame.

At the same party there were people trying to surf down the stairs on an ironing board, about three fights, and some interesting pictures taken.

At most of the parties I go to these days I normally seem to get very drunk and hook up with someone who I'd find incredibly sleazy if I was sober. Or else I get into a stupid debate about something and fall over.
( Maladicta, Fri 14 Apr 2006, 22:43, Reply)