It was pretty average, on the whole, actually.
Don't bother deleting, I was a bit drunk when I wrote that. (duh)
I'm going to attempt to tell you what happened from start to finish.
CAST:
Me - the protagonist
Billy - My friend from the next town along from this one.
James - The guy whose house I said to my parents I was staying at.
Jimmy - he guy who organized the party
Ginger - My lovely lady-friend
Johnny - The fat-ass who ruined everything
D'arcy - Billy's cousin, Jame's girlfriend, my friend
Yelena - The chick that Billy was getting with
Melissa - The chick that Johnny was trying to get with.
(By the way, I will probably use the word txt a lot, if you don't know what it means, it's like SMS, you know, the text message thing on phones... it's big in NZ)
A while after I posted the original thread, I drove into town, went to Jame's place, where Jimmy was staying at for a little while. This is the place that I was supposed to be staying at. Jimmy was still trying to sort out who was going to buy all of the booze. Billy, my friend from another town was getting dropped off soon after I arrived, so he txtd me to come meet him. So I drove out of the cul-de-sac, and met him out on the main road. I met Jimmy there again, he gave me some not-so-good news: everyone at school knew about the party. We were kind of apathetic about the situation, and just decided to let it go with the flow. I had organized with my girlfriend, Ginger, for her to come to the party much later, by sneaking out her window when her parents went to bed.
Jimmy's house was just up the road, so I cruised up there and Jimmy and Billy followed me there.
Me, Billy and Jimmy were at Jimmy's house, and just after we got there, a couple of our friends arrived, including amongst others Johnny, Yelena and Melissa. We were mostly just chilling out for the next hour or so..
We got all the money together, I was in charge of meeting the booze-buyer in town, giving him the money, and transporting it back. I did all that, yadda yadda yadda...
When I got back to the house, everyone was pretty pleased to see me, we got all the booze out, cracked open a few, chilled out, goofed around, etcetera...
It was a while before more people came, but they did.
Some people started smoking, others started smoking drugs, taking drugs, I don't know... They were all harmless though.
After a while one or two jocks came in. One of them seemed pretty pleased to see me, so I guess I was pleased to see him too. He was cool. He said that about a hundred or so other people were hanging out up the road, looking for the party, but they couldn't figure out where exactly, because the house was at the end of a long, shared driveway, so it was a bit difficult to locate. He likened himself and his mates to Abel Tasman, and I lolled
*Insert more drunk shenanigans and goofing off here*
This one hottie from school, who was at the party by herself, got carried inside the house buy the guy who bought the drinks. We all followed him, because we were all thinking "WTF??"
and wanted to see what the fuck was going on. I don't really know what was happening with her, everyone said that he was carrying her into the bedroom so the guys could have a group shag with her or something... I don't know... something along those lines. Turns out she was rather wasted, although she didn't really look like it to me, and the dude was just taking her inside to rest, like any gentleman would do.
One of my friends-but-not-really-my-friends started dry gagging, he was not looking too well... I was helping him out to the best of my first-aid knowledge. Rubbing his back, asking if he's OK, etc... I helped him walk to a chair so he could have a rest, like any gentleman would do.
Then Johnny, who I REALLY dislike when he's badly drunk, started acting crazy. He was wanting to run towards the swamp/ditch/hill thing on the edge of the house, and we were trying to stop him. It's hard to stop drunk people when you yourself are drunk... especially FAT drunk people.
At this point, the party went downhill, pretty much literally. Johnny was going bat-fuck-insane, for some reason he wanted to go down into the swampy area, and he kind of slipped and fell down, he was acting like a complete dork... he was beyond faking it... he was kinda stuck in the part of the swamp that has a sudden drop, about a meter. Someone, I don't really know who, was trying to help him out, but for some reason he was being really resistive, like he didn't want any help trying to get back up to the top.
At this point he was squealing like a pig, apparently he was on caffeine pills as well as being drunk. We somehow got him back up, and we tried getting him to go inside, but he ran down to the swamp again for some fuckin' reason...
At this point I was really pissed off,
he was really ruining the party. Even more than the millions of so called "gate-crashers" who just arrived, who weren't really gate-crashing at all, just joining the party, really.
Some of them were "helping" out, by going down to smash his face in in an attempt to knock him out so he wouldn't flail about. I was tempted to do so myself.
This went on for a while...
While all this was going on, Ginger was keeping me updated on what was happening at her place, txting me and letting me know how long it would be before she could sneak out. Suddenly she was safe in Jimmy's bedroom, I don't know how she got there so quick, and so I finally met up with her. I explained the whole fucked-up situation to her, and said we might need to leave, and relocate at either the primary school or the beach.
We got an incentive to leave, when we heard the fire station's alarm off in the distance. Her dad works in the fire department.
We snuck out along a back passage behind Jimmy's house, and ended up on a cul-de-sac that leaded on to the main road. Then we went to the primary school, where we saw Jimmy on his knees, crying hysterically. "I killed him, I killed Johnny, it's all my fault..." he kept whining. Me and Ginger helped get him to shelter, so we wouldn't be seen by the cops in the cars that were patrolling by. We kept assuring him that Johnny would be alright, but he was too drunk and too paranoid to listen to us comforting him.
Then Billy, Yelena, and Melissa ran across the road to the school, we asked if Johnny was alright, and they said that he's fine, he's gone to hospital now. FINALLY. An end to it all.
The gate-crashers relocated, and all came into the school and started pissing everywhere..
We considered going back to Jimmy's house, but there were still flashing lights there, it wasn't very safe going back there.. So we took a back path behind the school (the cool thing about the place we were at is that there's heaps of paths that go here and there between cul-de-sacs, like bush walks) that lead to the beach. We hung around on the playground there, having a rest. I forgot who, but someone was looking aftter Jimmy back at the primary school to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.
At this point in time, I was supposed to be back at James' house. What made matters difficult was that he was having his girlfriend D'arcy over that night to watch movies and have dinner, and she was being transported by her dad, who is my mum's best friend's husband, so we know each other really well...
D'arcy then began txting us asking where we were, because she was getting the rap for not knowing. We told her to say that we just went for a walk to the beach, and that we're fine. She then told us that we had to back to James' place, because her dad said he saw some gang activities happening at the primary school (which were actually the relocated gate-crashers) and didn't want us out-and-about. So, we all went to James' house, all five of us.
When we got there, we txted him to come outside, and we explained everything that had happened. He let us in his room, and we chilled there for a while. It was at that point that I sent the "DLETE PLEZ" post on his computer. We chilled there for a bit, waited for things to cool down, before we decided to leave. Billy stayed at James' place, Yelena and Melissa went to their houses, and Ginger and I walked back to Jimmy's house, where my car was parked, and we slept soundly in the back of my car. It's a station wagon, so I could fold the back seats down and put a couple mattresses and blankets down.
I don't remember sleeping properly, because I don't think I had a dream of any kind. We set an alarm early in the morning for Ginger to go home so she could sneak back into her room. I escorted her back, like any gentleman would do.
I took Billy's gear with me, which was put in my car. She took a pocket knife, which she always does when she goes for walks at night in case she gets attacked. We didn't really need it though, by this time of the morning, even the "gangs" had gone to bed.
When she was safely home, we bid each other farewell, and she gave me her knife to walk back to James' house, to drop off Billy's stuff.
I got there, exhausted because I didn't sleep very long, and made a makeshift hammock-thing out of James' two computer chairs. It was not very comfortable, but I wasn't going to sleep, I was contemplating our next move.
In the end, Billy and I walked back Jimmy's house again, and slept in the front seats of my car. Well, we were going to go to sleep, but we just couldn't. We were pretty much talking about "this and that" until about 7:00am, when we decided to get up.
Not much else is worth writing about after that, apart from that all three of me, Billy, and Ginger were not caught at all.
AMAZING!
When we were walking here and there with Billy, Ginger, Yelena and Nelissa, I said to Billy jokingly, that if both of us manage to get out of this mess without getting caught, we should get a lottery ticket.
I have to say, that if the fat-ass Johnny didn't fuck everything up, I would of enjoyed the party much more, despite the gate-crashers. They were mostly harmless anyway.
