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This past week...my friends and I have hung out in my friend Tyler's basement. His parents were gone on vacation and visiting some relatives as well. Over the course of the week...we hung out there quite a bit and had a few parties.
Two nights ago was the biggest party though. We had like 7-10 bottles and weed for those that wanted it (I don't smoke...but I drink). There were 7 of us there to begin with (just me and my closest friends). We invited all the ladies and other friends we wanted over there. It ended up being pretty big. I dunno how many people ended up being there...but Girl:Guy ratio was at least 2:1 ....so suffice to say...odds were good and it just so happens that all but 2-3 of the ladies were pretty hot and single. The music was pumping...condoms were scattered on one of the endtables...the hunt was on :cheers:
When the ladies started filtering in, I picked a couple possible targets and started making conversation. Around 11pm I found myself making ground (Party started at 9:30 or so) with the chick I had wanted to talk to first. Of the chicks I saw...she was the second or third hottest, although she was the hottest single chick IMO. I was talking to her about Family Guy (I'm a huge fan and so was she) and we were having a good time. She and I were both wasted...but we both knew what was going on still..we weren't too drunk. Then the best possible thing that I could've possibly expected happened (apart from 3 ladies dragging me into a room with a big bed
).
She says, "It's kinda loud in here don't you think? Is there anywhere in this house a little quieter?" I say, "Like where?" (setting up the answer I wanted to hear). It was confirmed when she said, "I dunno, a bedroom?" Needless to say..I was pretty happy. I said in a "Quagmire-ish" voice "I like where this is going, giggity giggity gig-i-ty" She just lauged with me and told me to lead the way.
We walk out of the basement to the upstairs. I was headed for the master bedroom of course. Biggest, most comfortable bed=Best results. We get to the closed door and we heard a couple people already inside...not needing to explain any more...they were goin' at it. We both just laughed and were wondering who it was. I moved on to the next closest bedroom. This one was empty. We both laid against the headboard of the bed next to each other and resumed talking. After about 5 minutes...the unthinkable happened.
She was getting sick.... :frown:
I had hoped it was going to be a one puke thing where she would feel better afterwards...but no...god hates me...she was totally gone.
She just wanted to lay down. I was f*ckin' pissed...but I didn't show it. I helped her out. She asked for a couple of her friends to come up and join her. I was sorta in charge of taking care of her...and then she had asked for water. I had a glass of water downstairs earlier so I told one of her friends, "Can you get a cup of water that's on the mantle downstairs?" She headed out. A minute later she came back with a water bottle. I hand it to the sick chick. She takes a big drink...Immediately starts puking again. I took it out of her hand and smelled it...
It was straight Vodka...
I felt so bad. I sorta yelled at her friend...she must not have caught the word "Cup" ...she had just grabbed the water bottle of vodka thinking that's what I was asking for and brought it up.
It was now hopeless. She was out of commision.
I left the room a little later thinking, "Well...that totally sucks...but there are other ladies here... it's not quite 12:30am yet.. there's still time. I go downstairs...look around for the other chicks I had picked out before...found one talking to another chick...(I thought... good..she might not have really paired up with someone yet). I started walking in her direction...then the 2nd worst thing that could've possibly happened at the party happened. The door to the basement bursts open...
It was my friend's dad. He yells, "DAMMIT TYLER! I TOLD YOU NO PARTIES! EVERYONE OUT... NOW!!" They had come back from the vacation early because my friend's little sister was sick. I'd say the worst that could've happened was the party getting busted by cops... that's why it's the 2nd worst. Everyone started to leave. I couldn't have been more mad...
This party did teach me a valuable lesson:
Watch your chick's booze intake.
I wasn't watching how much she was drinking while talking to her. I was paying more attention of how to find my way into her pants. If I had kept track...I could've gotten action before the party was busted up...
I know this is long...but I'm pretty bored...all my friends' houses are closed for partying or even hanging out really. I'm pissed about all of this...and just to finish it all off...my winter break ends Sunday...today officially. I leave for school in 11-12 hours... It couldn't have ended much worse...
How about some of your party triumph/disaster stories?
Two nights ago was the biggest party though. We had like 7-10 bottles and weed for those that wanted it (I don't smoke...but I drink). There were 7 of us there to begin with (just me and my closest friends). We invited all the ladies and other friends we wanted over there. It ended up being pretty big. I dunno how many people ended up being there...but Girl:Guy ratio was at least 2:1 ....so suffice to say...odds were good and it just so happens that all but 2-3 of the ladies were pretty hot and single. The music was pumping...condoms were scattered on one of the endtables...the hunt was on :cheers:
When the ladies started filtering in, I picked a couple possible targets and started making conversation. Around 11pm I found myself making ground (Party started at 9:30 or so) with the chick I had wanted to talk to first. Of the chicks I saw...she was the second or third hottest, although she was the hottest single chick IMO. I was talking to her about Family Guy (I'm a huge fan and so was she) and we were having a good time. She and I were both wasted...but we both knew what was going on still..we weren't too drunk. Then the best possible thing that I could've possibly expected happened (apart from 3 ladies dragging me into a room with a big bed
). She says, "It's kinda loud in here don't you think? Is there anywhere in this house a little quieter?" I say, "Like where?" (setting up the answer I wanted to hear). It was confirmed when she said, "I dunno, a bedroom?" Needless to say..I was pretty happy. I said in a "Quagmire-ish" voice "I like where this is going, giggity giggity gig-i-ty" She just lauged with me and told me to lead the way.
We walk out of the basement to the upstairs. I was headed for the master bedroom of course. Biggest, most comfortable bed=Best results. We get to the closed door and we heard a couple people already inside...not needing to explain any more...they were goin' at it. We both just laughed and were wondering who it was. I moved on to the next closest bedroom. This one was empty. We both laid against the headboard of the bed next to each other and resumed talking. After about 5 minutes...the unthinkable happened.
She was getting sick.... :frown:
I had hoped it was going to be a one puke thing where she would feel better afterwards...but no...god hates me...she was totally gone.
She just wanted to lay down. I was f*ckin' pissed...but I didn't show it. I helped her out. She asked for a couple of her friends to come up and join her. I was sorta in charge of taking care of her...and then she had asked for water. I had a glass of water downstairs earlier so I told one of her friends, "Can you get a cup of water that's on the mantle downstairs?" She headed out. A minute later she came back with a water bottle. I hand it to the sick chick. She takes a big drink...Immediately starts puking again. I took it out of her hand and smelled it...
It was straight Vodka...
I felt so bad. I sorta yelled at her friend...she must not have caught the word "Cup" ...she had just grabbed the water bottle of vodka thinking that's what I was asking for and brought it up.
It was now hopeless. She was out of commision.
I left the room a little later thinking, "Well...that totally sucks...but there are other ladies here... it's not quite 12:30am yet.. there's still time. I go downstairs...look around for the other chicks I had picked out before...found one talking to another chick...(I thought... good..she might not have really paired up with someone yet). I started walking in her direction...then the 2nd worst thing that could've possibly happened at the party happened. The door to the basement bursts open...
It was my friend's dad. He yells, "DAMMIT TYLER! I TOLD YOU NO PARTIES! EVERYONE OUT... NOW!!" They had come back from the vacation early because my friend's little sister was sick. I'd say the worst that could've happened was the party getting busted by cops... that's why it's the 2nd worst. Everyone started to leave. I couldn't have been more mad...
This party did teach me a valuable lesson:
Watch your chick's booze intake.
I wasn't watching how much she was drinking while talking to her. I was paying more attention of how to find my way into her pants. If I had kept track...I could've gotten action before the party was busted up...
I know this is long...but I'm pretty bored...all my friends' houses are closed for partying or even hanging out really. I'm pissed about all of this...and just to finish it all off...my winter break ends Sunday...today officially. I leave for school in 11-12 hours... It couldn't have ended much worse...
How about some of your party triumph/disaster stories?
