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Hearing Dead Man's Party -- Oingo Boingo
Weekend Assignment #44: Party Fouls!
Y'know, I have no recollection of this particular party. All I remember the next morning is the bill for the tetanus shot. Which brings us to this week's Weekend Assignment:
Weekend Assignment #44: Recollect for all a humorous story of a party gone wrong. Emphasis on humorous -- Don't bring the room down with a stories that lead to divorces or the loss of a toe or anything (well, maybe the toe one would be okay, so long as it was your toe, and you can laugh about it now). Also remember that here on AOL, we do like to keep things in the "PG" range. You know what I'm talking about here.
Extra Credit: Party pictures, of course! (not necessarily of the same party you write about for the Weekend Assignment. Just, you know, you having fun in a party setting.)
For my own party gone wrong story, I'm going waaaaaaay back -- to my sixth birthday party, in fact. So there the party was, with all my friends, lots of presents, and a big cake with a firetruck on it (firetruck number 6, don't you know). It was a big ball of fun... and I wasn't having any. For some reason which I can't recall, I was just being a big butthead about it. I remember at one point coming out, everybody looking happy and preparing to sing "Happy Birthday" to me, and then stomping back to my room in a huff. No, I can't say why. It was, like, 30 years ago.
I do seem to recall my mother eventually getting fed up with this and starting the party without me. So everyone was having my birthday party without me. And they had a pretty good time. I can't remember if I actually gave in and joined the party, but I'm pretty sure I must have. I think it was the lure of the fire truck cake.
So that's my party gone wrong story. What's yours? Write it up on your own site, then come back here and drop a link. We'll be waiting to read about your party fouls!
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My expirience definatley wasn't funny at the time but we laugh at it now. Thank goodness people learn from mistakes or we would all be in trouble.
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Weekend Assignment #44: Recollect for all a humorous story of a party gone wrong. Maybe not humorous now, but at the time, we thought we were pretty sneaky. Whenever there would be a party at my grandmother's house, my cousin and I, who are about the same age, would hide in the closet in the bathroom (we never figured out why there was a closet in the bathroom, a deep one, at that). But my aunts and uncles would go in there to do their business (of course, they'd been drinking), and they would talk about my other aunts and uncles. We would have to try not to laugh at the bodily noises and functions going on. To this day we laugh about it. I wonder if anyone ever knew, they never said. To this day, I never go to the bathroom at my grandmother's house. You never know who may be in the closet!!
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OK - remember that humor is subjective. I know many of us have those lovely flashbacks of our college days. This goes back MANY years to my very first weekend at college. I was in the marching band, and we had to be there a few weeks before classes started in order to get our show ready. Anyway, imagine, if you will, a tiny house packed with people crowding around either a keg or blender-fulls of margaritas (we had both), and a newbie to drinking who was going back and forth between the two with each drinking game (that would be me). Needless to say, I ended up paying more than my tithes to the porcelain god (along with everyone else's) and monopolizing the bathroom for the remainder of the party because I couldn't pull my head out of the toilet long enough to get to the bed. The night ended with my roommate, her boyfriend, and the guy that was my date picking me up and putting me in a cold, cold shower with my clothes on. The next day, when I awoke, the guy that had been my date was sleeping on the couch and had a huge shiner on his right eye. Turns out I had decked him when he tried to put me in the shower. I felt awful (and humiliated) at first, but we all laughed about it throughout college.
1/27/05 8:59 AM
Nice Hat!!
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