Sunday, December 20, 2009

The pre-drinks.


I used to be the kid who came to parties like half an hour in, sober as a Muslim who isn’t Safeer but then proceed to get drunk during the party. By the end of the party I would be fucked, I would make my way home, sleep and have a good chance of getting a hangover. It was sometime this year when pre-drinks were discovered, and they just seemed like a good idea. I mean every party that I had been to, I would always be like ‘yeah the start was shit but it got better,’ but then I realised that the start was never shit, I was just sober, and that’s why it was shit. Since then I have evolved and now I am the kid who misses like, half the party because I am busy having pre drinks. It is good fun, but I can’t help but worry about what I am missing at the party. Oh well, at least there’s no shit part to it.

It was getting to the stage where the party had been going for an hour and a half and we were still pre-drinking. You could only drink inside if you were over eighteen so I had to down all my drinks before we got there, and this was hard seeing as though pre-drinks were at mine, and my mum, dad and all their friends were over for drinks. I remember when I asked mum if we could have pre-drinks here and she said ‘no, Scott and Sue are coming over for drinks, you’re friends aren’t going to want to drink with them,’ and I thought to myself, how perfect this was. It would be so much fun getting drunk with my parents and their friends. Everyone was having a good time, Tom came up to me telling me that it was the best pre-drinks ever, but I wasn’t feeling it. Probably because mum was watching my every sip, asking how much I had, how many was left, and asking how many I would leave here. I wasn’t going to leave any at home, ‘I only have a six pack’ I told mum ‘I need to get it down fast so I’m fucked,’ and after saying that, Mum wasn’t impressed, Sue was though.

I was receiving messages asking when I was coming, it almost sounded like the party was ending or something and it was only ten o ‘clock. Then I remembered that the party ends at twelve, so I was just really sad. We made our way in and we only had two hours to party, so I really made the most of it I think. I say I think because this was just one of those nights where my memory has these huge black gaps where there is just nothing, and I can’t really fill in the whole night. I remember saying hello to everyone, quickly going upstairs doing the lap of the place making sure I said hello to, you know, at least like eight people. After I reached my eight, I started to make my way back down to the dance floor. Luckily it was at The Underground; the same place that our formal after party was, so I remembered how the place was set out, which was odd because I have no recollection of the formal after party. I didn’t think about how that works too much though, I was just happy that I didn’t need to ask where the toilet was.

Because I knew, I started to make my way to the toilet, but I got side tracked because the dance floor was in-between me and the toilet. I was dragged onto the dance floor and partied for like an hour before I remembered that I was meant to go to the toilet like an hour ago, so I went in and just and had one of those amazing pisses. I walked out and realised that there was only an hour left to party, and the worst part was that Shooting Stars hadn’t even played yet. I found Jack and he looked so sad, I assumed that it was because of the lack of Shooting Stars. I told him that it hasn’t played yet and he said that I should ask for it to be put on. I walk over to the DJ with someone who I can’t remember, just some big black blob as far as my memory goes, and we asked for shooting stars. The guy knew what I was talking about, because I remember him being like ‘Bang Raiders?’ and I said ‘yes’ or ‘yep’ or something like that.

I then walked up to Jack and told him that it was coming up, I was so happy, he was so happy, then I saw Hayden and I was just so happy. He asked where Meb was and I had no idea, I mean I had seen her, she was one of the eight people that I initially greeted, and I was so happy when I saw her that I lifted her off the ground I think, you know, in one of those ground lifting hugs. We looked around for her but then I lost him and I just made my way around, by around I mean the toilet, which was the place where I needed to empty myself. I never understood the whole ‘breaking the seal’ thing, I mean I hadn’t drank anything since I got there, and since I pissed last, but I still had like, the same amount of piss to piss out this time, bloody ridiculous.

As I flushed the toilet I made way back to the toilet, I mean, not as, but like, after. Anyway I walked over there and I saw Hayden there and he was with Meb, so I danced to their direction and tap Meb on the back and tell her that Hayden is looking for her, then Hayden looked at me and I told him that Meb was there and he was pretty happy with me, I’m sure. I looked at my phone and there was like eight minutes left. I kept telling myself that Shooting Stars would play, but I just had that deep down feeling that it wouldn’t. I went up to the DJ thing with Jesse; the birthday boy, I mean surely the DJ would listen to him. You’d think that, but no. Amongst the devastation, I did realise that it was an amazing party and good times were definitely had. As excited as we were, Tom and I especially, for Tim Summers’s random Myspace girls, we did not have any success. It was after the party that I found out the most devastating news that you could ever find out, ever; that Shooting Stars had already played, it played at like the start of the night before we got there... pre-drinks made me miss the one song that I wanted to hear... Lack of Shooting Stars and random Myspace hook ups aside, Tim and Jesse, your joint eighteenth was fucking great.

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