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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Fathers for justiceAah, the sweet memories!
While at art college in London, my mates and I have organised quite a few parties (made the invites and everything), but invariably the turnout isn't great. Maybe we should stop putting 'bring your own drinks' on the invites...
In any case, much was our suprise when one night, after a pretty cool SU night, we returned home after a few hours of drunken antics around halls of residence - setting fire to trolleys, that kind of thing - to find our house (flat above some shops), full to the brim with people. Turns out one of our mates had let them in, and a full blown party has ensued - there was even a DJ (who had found my decks and was cracking out some tunes), and someone had appointed themselves bouncer! We wandered around in a daze for a bit, then got stuck in.
The highlight of the evening was when a very drunk irish friend of mine decided to wear ALL of my clothes (about 6 pairs of trousers, all my t shirts and jackets, 2 pairs of hats and a crash helmet), found a mountain board (like a skateboard but with huge wheels) and was bombing around the dancerfloor in it. He then climbed up a radiator, onto a set of shelves and was shouting "Fathers for Justice!". What a night...
Not so much lenght, as girth :P
(, Sat 15 Apr 2006, 11:51, Reply)
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