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Not the world's most enjoyable New Year's Eve party, sadly.
It was held at a friend's house, and the first part was very enjoyable - we cooked and sat down to an extensive roast dinner, followed by a rather good banoffee pie of which we ate half and saved the rest for later. More on that shortly.
Following the dinner, we were getting a few games of charades underway when it emerged that we had company, in the form of my friend's 18-year-old brother, who had also decided to hold a party. For his party to function, of course, it was vital that ear-drum-shatteringly loud music be throbbing throughout the building. This was punctuated at intervals by the occasional invasion of our room, because quite clearly their running around and screaming could not be done anywhere else. When at one point we attempted to secure the room against them, their reaction was to run upstairs and mess up my friend's bedroom. As anyone with multiple computers in their room will know, it is not a pleasant thing to be stuck downstairs listening to a drunken mob of teenagers ransack your bedroom.
Having done this, they proceeded to inflict their presence on the general neighbourhood by streaking down the road. Unfortunately the night was relatively mild and thus they are unlikely to have developed hypothermia, but we live in hope. On returning, they decided to streak through our room at intervals, screaming and urging us to 'partay' because it was '05', led by a complete psychopath whose face I hope never to see again, except perhaps on Crimewatch. They proceeded to grab our drinks and pour them over themselves, and jumped on to the table and sofas, breaking glasses and spilling drinks everywhere. Not to mention a number of considerably more obscene things that I'm not even going to begin to describe. They crowned this with a food fight using what we soon realised was the other half of our banoffee pie.
The upshot being that, having originally planned to stay for breakfast, we all managed to leave without staying the night.
This makes for some interesting observations, not least that of the eternal conflict between the forces of Order and Chaos, or at least between the forces of Just Wanting A Quiet Life and Chaos, which is much the same thing. It's rather annoying that no restraining force exists at a small level for occasions such as these. The police, obviously, deal with more important things, so only parental authority can be deployed - authority personified in a parent who was absent for the night and then blamed my friend for the mess on his return, since apparently he should have 'kept an eye on' his little brother. Meanwhile, I can't remember the last time I wished so fervently for a cricket bat and immunity from prosecution.
It was held at a friend's house, and the first part was very enjoyable - we cooked and sat down to an extensive roast dinner, followed by a rather good banoffee pie of which we ate half and saved the rest for later. More on that shortly.
Following the dinner, we were getting a few games of charades underway when it emerged that we had company, in the form of my friend's 18-year-old brother, who had also decided to hold a party. For his party to function, of course, it was vital that ear-drum-shatteringly loud music be throbbing throughout the building. This was punctuated at intervals by the occasional invasion of our room, because quite clearly their running around and screaming could not be done anywhere else. When at one point we attempted to secure the room against them, their reaction was to run upstairs and mess up my friend's bedroom. As anyone with multiple computers in their room will know, it is not a pleasant thing to be stuck downstairs listening to a drunken mob of teenagers ransack your bedroom.
Having done this, they proceeded to inflict their presence on the general neighbourhood by streaking down the road. Unfortunately the night was relatively mild and thus they are unlikely to have developed hypothermia, but we live in hope. On returning, they decided to streak through our room at intervals, screaming and urging us to 'partay' because it was '05', led by a complete psychopath whose face I hope never to see again, except perhaps on Crimewatch. They proceeded to grab our drinks and pour them over themselves, and jumped on to the table and sofas, breaking glasses and spilling drinks everywhere. Not to mention a number of considerably more obscene things that I'm not even going to begin to describe. They crowned this with a food fight using what we soon realised was the other half of our banoffee pie.
The upshot being that, having originally planned to stay for breakfast, we all managed to leave without staying the night.
This makes for some interesting observations, not least that of the eternal conflict between the forces of Order and Chaos, or at least between the forces of Just Wanting A Quiet Life and Chaos, which is much the same thing. It's rather annoying that no restraining force exists at a small level for occasions such as these. The police, obviously, deal with more important things, so only parental authority can be deployed - authority personified in a parent who was absent for the night and then blamed my friend for the mess on his return, since apparently he should have 'kept an eye on' his little brother. Meanwhile, I can't remember the last time I wished so fervently for a cricket bat and immunity from prosecution.