Parties

Okay, so the world is obsessed with Corey.  But I have to say, I have a feeling that I have been to much better parties than Corey could ever imagine.  I thought I would share a couple with you.

It's not about the size of the party either.  It's the quality of the shananigans that makes a great party.

I will start with my 17th birthday party.  Not sure if my parents know about all the things that went on, but they don't know I have this blog, so might be best to leave it that way!  I basically invited every 17 year old I knew.  My brother invited all his mates (they were 20 year olds).  At a stab, maybe we had 40 people.  I lived in the country, so this was a good turnout for a party.  And I lived 16ks out of town, so this was a HUGE turnout.

Before long, we were all hammered and rolling around.  My parents have a 4 acre property so there were plenty of spots to get into trouble.  We also had a caravan in the backyard which was often used for rendezvous with boys ;)

My then boyfriend and I had been on and off for a while.  He wasn't exactly invited, but he walked 6 ks from his house to mine, so I didn't turn him away.  We wound up in the caravan and just as it was about to get a little too steamy, my brother and his mates busted in (one of my girlfriends had spilt the beans) and, being overly protective grabbed my boyfriend off me and ruined the passion.  Nice one bro.

Okay, so far this all sounds a little tame right, but let me tell you about what happened in the light of day.  It appears that roughly 7 couples wound up having sex on various plots of ground around my parents house.  To this day when I drive up that driveway, I find it difficult not to remember that that occured!  My party was talked about for the next year as the shag fest party of the year!  Not sure if that's the title I was going for at the time, but I got it, so may as well be happy with it!!

The next party involved much more alcohol, same large space of land, petrol, and matches.  Not a good mix.

I was living in Perth but felt I needed to go home for a visit (parents live in country Victoria).  It was my brother's birthday, so I decided that was a good time to go.  Hubby couldn't make it, so I went alone.

My brother has a bonfire every year for his birthday.  He and his friends are all muso's so it would be a piss up around a fire, playing guitar, having a sing.  Tame good fun.  Bro's best mate was a mechanic, so he would always bring the fuel to start the bonnie in a spectacular fashion.  Each year they tried to outdo the last.  The year I went, has never been topped.

When it came time to light the fire we were all hammered.  And I should add, smoking cigarettes.  My bro and his mate were off to one side huddled, laughing like 10 year olds (should I add I think it was my brother's 28th or so!!).  I was oblivious to it all, drinking and having a smoke.  A tennis ball was brought out.  As was a large piece of bark, stripped from a nearby gum tree.  Then the can of fuel.  The tennis ball was drenched in petrol, placed on the piece of bark, then lit.  What happened next happened in literally seconds ....

Everyone had put out their smokes and moved away from the pile of wood that was to be the bonnie.  Except me.  One of my bro's mates was on his phone chatting to his absent girlfriend.  He noticed I hadn't moved, and was still smoking, but stayed on the phone (nice one, I have never let him forget that).  The fuel had been drizzled (or gushed) over the bonnie as well.  A vapour haze had developed.  The ball was lit.  It went straight up in flames of course.  Then the vapours lit.  The bark that was to be the launch pad for the ball (it was to be thrown flaming into the bonnie) was on fire.  It all went to shit!  The boys threw the bark, the surrounding vapours exploded and I kid you not the ground shook!  I looked in horror at the spreading flames advancing towards me!  They shot up my legs as I jumped into the air higher than anyone present thought was physically possible (holding my lit smoke and a glass of wine)!  Then as quickly as they came the flames retracted back to the wood and settled into a massive bonfire!  A cheer sounded!!!  HOOOOOO!!!  

I sat on the bench closest me and closed my eyes whilst taking a huge drag of my smoke.  I was alive and not on fire.  In fact, no one was even slightly hurt at all.  Everyone had seen the flames engulf me and were all surprised I was unharmed.  So was I!

Later that evening, the stupidity continued with guys walking through fire to see who was the most manly.  One friend tripped and rolled through the fire, his lit cigarette still in his mouth as he rolled and rolled and rolled. 

We may not have had police turn up at out place, or 500 people in the street, but these parties have stood the test of time and are still being talked about.  They have become legend.   And stories of survival!