Yeah so Mummy and Daddy Fitzgerald were away and I had a party last night. I've had lots of cool parties in my house before so I didn't mind arranging another one.
However things started to go downhill. Firstly, I found out that my favourite person in the world couldn't come cos she had to get up early this morning to go to Rome.
Then the party started and I realised there were only about 4 or 5 people there who I didn't actually dislike. Perhaps it was the mood I'm in but I'm starting to hate my class apart from a few of us.
So now the house is fucked over, and I've been cleaning it on and off all day, and I can't help but feel like I shouldn't have had a party because I just sat outside drinking with my friend Rob, and I didn't want any of the people I don't like to enjoy it much, and also was able to freak at them alot more easily than if say, a friend was doing something dumb.
In summary, I feel er violated or something. It's not like anyone took advantage of the fact that I had a party. But because I didn't enjoy myself, I feel like it was a mistake. Selfish or what?
Oh the drama in my life!!
Any party stories? I want ones like from the Wonder Years that time.
― Ronan, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I didn't say it and neither did he, but deep down me and my dad new
it was time to go to the new answers page".
Shit I have to stop watching the Wonder Years repeats.
― Ronan, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
hate to say it - ronan - you are entering what appears to be
adulthood.
― Geoff, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
What even takes place at a party? I mean, what does it entail? I am
so unsure!
― 1 1 2 3 5, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
If you ain't running for your life from Guido The Killer Pimp, it
ain't a party....
― Brian MacDonald, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
At the wildest one I ever had, which wasn't all that wild really
since my bostard fothar never much went away: someone ate a package
of raw hot dogs, someone (possibly same guy) stole a bunch of my CDs
by sneaking into an "off limits area", someone insisted that the same
remixes of songs by Electronic be played all night long (ok that
idiot was me), a five year old christmas pudding was unearthed and
consumed, somehow all the furniture from our front porch ended up on
various other lawns on our street, at one point twelve separate
people were prone on living room floor, in the hallway people had to
step over a fellow known only as "Big Red" to get to the john,
someone tried to start up the hot tub which needed repairs and
inadvertently flooded the basement, miraculously no one jumped into
the swimming pool.
― Kim, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)