What was the best or worst party you ever went to?

I was totally at this party with the hottest guy from school and all of a sudden his x came over and dumped water on me after i already had fallen in the pool. I was so upset! I ran about the pool a few times then left.

@Emdean1 if you’d already fallen in the pool, what’d it matter?

i wish i could say i’ve been to a party that was memorable, but not really. i did go to a club in Montreal one time that had a pool in it; it was on the roof of a hotel. and some models came and swam, which was nice. and an italian guy bought everyone in the pool Sambuca shots (2x), which was nice as well.

i wish i was 23 again.

Its from a movie
Not Another Teen Movie.

@Emdean1 ~you were in a movie?

Bad joke sorry

It was a weekend party at Lake Nacimiento, Ca. We had 3 boats tied together, did keg stands on the boat, and listened to a band play. I can’t believe that I survived that weekend.

boats + keg stand + weekend = uhoh.

(that’s real math, btw)

Party for St. Patrick’s Day last year. It wasn’t really bad, actually a good time. It was just one of those promised to be a rager and ended up being the guy in this weird love triangle I was in, his best friend and my two best friends. Because there was chemistry amongst all of us it was a good time but gosh if there wasn’t it would have been short lived and awkward.

New Year’s this year. I went with people I couldn’t stand. Got there only to be in the presence of more people I couldn’t stand who were hopped up on acid and shrooms. Because I wasn’t on the same wavelength as them, wasn’t too enjoyable. I took a few hits off the bowl, that was nice but I would have rather been drunk, which I didn’t get the chance to be. I missed the ball drop.

OR the party where there was 50+ people which you would think would be awesome grounds for a party but no because I had gone with an ex and his best friend. Ex is from a different county therefore the only people I knew were them. I had NO means of getting fucked up besides pot brownies and I always prefer being drunk over being high. So I stood there awkwardly most of the night while my ex tried to get back with me and made me stand outside in the rain for 2+ hours while he spilled his heart out to me only to have me reject him and have a miserable friggin’ time.

Okay so basically, I’m good at the going to terrible parties thing. Fuck my life.

for a birthday party the theme was C is for Carrie. GREAT party..me and my best friend were Cheech and Chong…you can imagine how our night went.

Best was a concert at Armadillo World Headquarters. Don’t remember the bands, don’t think anyone really paid them much attention. Bought a ticket to get in – but it was a party, a big party.

Worst? I am pretty sure my mind has blocked it out. Have vague memories of hugging something porcelain.

New Years a long time ago.. We crashed a party. Everyone was fucked up.

My friend/roommate Adam used to carry Bear Mace for some reason. Well, he started shit with some guy. I got between them, Adam pulled out the mace and yelled “It is on bitches.” and started spraying. I got sprayed with most of it.

I knew bad stuff was going to happen.. I ran in the ally and hid. I was blind at this point. Opening my eyes resulted in bright orange and intense pain. Aaron found me. I couldn’t see and begged for him to take me to the hospital. It was only a few blocks away. But he refused since he was wasted too.

So he walked me home.. We were both brunk and kept falling down… Intense pain.

About an hour later we get home and I start flushing my eyes. That hurt. And I was screaming at Adam while I was in the bathroom.

It was 12 years ago… I am still pissed.

@johnpowell That is truly fucked up and I don’t blame you for being pissed after all those years.

My buddy’s wedding reception. Outfreakinstanding.

@DrasticDreamer Adam writes for The Portland Mercury now…

@johnpowell Ah ha. Did he ever apologize?

@DrasticDreamer He didn’t need too. I taped the trigger of the mace down and tossed it in his bed while he was sleeping.

edit :: I’m a dick like that.

@johnpowell Haha! Well, whatever makes it better! :)

It was at an NCTA convention. An early cable network, CBS Cable, was hosting a party (as most did). The party took place somewhere outside of Las Vegas in the desert. They had chartered air conditioned buses to take us there and were serving champagne on the bus. Everyone got happily toasty before even arriving.

The rumor had gone around the convention that this was going to be the hottest party. A lot of people who were not invited crashed, just piling on the buses. There were way more people than they had planned on or could accommodate.

The theme of the party was an Arabian bazaar. The drink lines were an hour long. I was still waiting in one when some frightened sheep from one of the tents broke free and began stampeding through the crowd. I just missed getting trampled.

It was so crowded it had a mob feeling. It felt really uncomfortable, and it started to get dark. Desert=no city lights=very dark. I decided to get something to eat (to counteract the booze). I stood in line for another hour and finally got a paper plate with what was supposed to be grilled lamb. It was charred on the outside and raw on the inside. I sawed off a piece and chewed (it was really chewy). It went down before I was ready, and I started choking.

I mean airway blocked, life flashing before my eyes choking. I couldn’t call for help since I could not get air. Just as I thought, “I am going to die all alone in a crowd of strangers,” a man’s large hand thumped me sharply between the shoulder blades. The lamb popped out, and I started gratefully sucking air. When I turned to say thanks, he was gone.

Deciding this was a sign, I headed for the bus stop. The line to go back was more than an hour too and everybody was drunk. (Think dodging pawing convention goers.)

Finally, I get on a packed bus and am standing in the aisle. Sitting in the seat next to the aisle was Sonny Fox. He had been one of my first little girl crushes when he hosted a children’s show in New York City in the early 60s called The Sonny Fox Show. Having lost most of my inhibitions, I blurted, “Hey, you’re Sonny Fox. I loved your show and watched you every week when I was a little girl.”

At that time, in the early 80s, Sonny had gone on to grown-up things and was a producer for Granada Television. All I got in response was a small pained smile. His companions began ribbing him mercilessly.

Unable to move, I then had to ride the rest of the way back to the hotel with my face bright red. (Curse my darn complexion!)

Best: My 21st birthday party at my friend Sasha’s house. Fucking amazing. My friend Jeanee was home from Santa Cruz which made it even more amazing since I don’t get to see her much. I got really drunk on champagne – the whole bottle. I played strip beer pong and my team won. I jumped got pushed in a freezing cold swimming pool then came back in to sit by the fire with my other friend Nat who was home from Humboldt County (I don’t get to see her much either). And then I had sex. =]

Worst: One of the many Halloween parties I went to last Halloween. Some creepy dude kept hitting on me and following me around the house and calling me “sugar.” I didn’t know him then. I saw him again at another party somewhere else and he seemed more normal, but that Halloween night was odd. This is the worst I’ve been to, but not horrible by any means. I’ve heard bad party stories. I guess I’ve never been to a truly BAD party.

@marina you should write a book.

The worst was when I was 18. A friend of mine from a ritzy suburb took me to a party at a friend’s house in an even ritzier suburb. I was having a good time until the hostess (who I’d only been introduced to) asked her friend in Yiddish, “Why did you bring the schvartze?” I said, “WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!? I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!”

And then my friend took me home.

The best party I went to was at the Essex House when I used to work for Hearst. There was dancing to big band music, free drinks and great food. It was just a really well done affair. The Lester Lanin band, and everything! We even got the beanies, but I’ve lost mine since.

@aprilsimnel wow. new yiddish word. that’s some harshness.

Worst party was on my 17th birthday. Me and a whole bunch of other people had gone to the beach, first to camp – WAY too cold – I literally thought I might freeze to death. After camping we all rented a cabin at the beach, but all hell ended up breaking loose because my best friend got into an extremely bad argument with another guy, Joe. It actually almost turned physical. My best friend ended up ditching me to go into town (it was also Spring Break, so it was very crowded) and I was sitting in one of the bedrooms, alone, crying on the bed. I stayed one night before me and some other people left early (including Joe, the guy my best friend argued with) because the tension was ridiculous and I didn’t want to deal with it.

Those of us who left – and we all knew each other – ended up getting a hotel at home because we still had a day to do things, before getting back to normal. Well… Everyone started drinking and Joe got me a beer to try and liven my mood since I was still steaming about everything that had happened. The thing is, I blacked out before I even finished my entire beer. I can be a lightweight sometimes, but not that easily. I came to, in and out. Every time I opened my eyes, which was only for a few seconds before I blacked out again, it was to seeing Joe on top of me, then starting to take my pants off. About the third time I came around I noticed that no one else was in the room… They had all gone swimming. At that point I also remember him saying, “Shit… I can’t do this, I can’t do this…” and then I blacked out again, for the last time, until the next morning.

I don’t know what he may or may not have done, but I was a virgin at the time, so I’d like to think that had he actually raped me, I would have known. Thinking back on it, it was just stupid. I remember, vaguely, him turning his back to me when he got and opened my beer, before bringing it to me, which also took longer than it should have.

I didn’t say anything to anyone, because I was afraid that they would automatically say I was a stupid young girl who got too drunk and simply regretted messing around with a guy, on retrospection. But that was far from the truth. I knew he’d slipped something in my drink, without a doubt.

I finally decided to say something when another girl he was hanging out with, a couple years later, accused him of doing the same thing. Luckily, she had called some of her friends to come pick her up, immediately after she thought something was weird. She blacked out the second she got into her friend’s car. After that, another guy who knew him said he remembered Joe saying something about buying some kind of date rape drug online. So yeah… My 17th birthday was definitely the crappiest party I’ve ever been to.

@DrasticDreamer You win. That is truly awful.

@DrasticDreamer no question!

@DrasticDreamer
:(

@DrasticDreamer – I’m glad you told someone, but I’m sorry about what happened to you. :(

@DrasticDreamer: it’s definetly a good thing you told someone. And you probably had the worst party ever.

It was definitely a lesson I had to learn the hard way. If and when I drink now, I never leave my alcohol unattended and I don’t let anyone get my drinks for me, unless I know them extremely well. It’s a lesson, I think, all young girls can learn from.

But the poor lady only has 3 GA’s!
Get a heart, Flutherers!

Five year high school reunion, got drunk, was one of the last people there, and had a stranger (not a member of our class) hit on me. I declined the offer, he wasn’t even cute.