Chris’ Blog #52: Party

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me!

Yeah, it’s my birthday today, I’m 17 hoorah!

Today I’m doin a different kind of blog, I’ll be telling you what went on at my party last night, I won’t mention any names and I will miss out some (small) details.

7 was the official start time, though I’d been told some would be coming attwenty to and quarter to. My parents had left at half past so I was eagerly waiting for 10 minutes. It gave me time to plan things out, how to get people to have a good time and not to get in my parent’s bad book. Time swung by and 15 minutes to 7 no-one had turned up. Then it hit me, what if no-one turns up? What if tthink its tomorrow? What if none of them can find the house? My fears were cured when the first guest arrived, wo were closely followed by others, making it about 8 people.

Everything was going well so far, yeah people were late, but I expected that and didn’t mind. It wasn’t long until most of us were here, all sat down in the living room listening to full blast music out the kitchen. I had told my guests no alcohol will be provided, it was my brillinat plan as this forced people to bring their own, I hated it when ople turned up from parties expecting to e supplied with continuuous alcohol. I’ve been to parties of 20 people where I’ve been one of 2 or 3 to bring their own alcohol even when they’ve been told to bring their own.

Everyone seemed content, but that was it, content. Everyone was just sat down chatting, Iunderstand it takes an hour or so for a party to kick off but this had been nearly 2 now. I was worried, was it going to be like this all night? A few guests even joked around at how ‘exciting’ the party was. The good thing was, i was having a good time and it was my birthday, so that’s what counts, right? Little did I know that soon, that was about to be the opposite.

The last of the guests arrived, then it happened, as if by some wierd magic the party switched from first gear (lol) to fifth gear and what better song to do it to than ‘Queen – Don’t stop me now’. The living room looked a little empty, I heade on upstairs, “What the hells going on?”. Two guests had found themselves to the 360 and being such lovely guys had killed my team-mates. “Get off, get out. Seriously uncool?” I returned downstairs, “Chris, have you seen your Facebook?” I dashed back upstairs only to see various comments on my status, so thanks guys.

Then things went down the road I really didn’t want it to, “Sorry mate, I spilt a beer.” “You bloody idiot.” I cleaned it up with 1001 stains, that actually sorted it uite well, this would be my best friend for the night. Cans were being placed on small tables, I moved them in the kitchen, if they were gonna spill the laminate flooring would be better than the carpet. “Chris, another spill” this went on for a while, it got rather silly. I decided to remove the source of the problem, so I moved the small tables to the kitchen.

I stopped the music, “Guys, please be careful, I don’t want any more spills, k?” They all seemed to agree, but its not as if they were doing it on purpose. I decided retreating to my bedroom would be a good idea to calm down. The music was so loud and wherever I went guests seem to follow. I went back downstairs only to notice some pink stain the middle of the carpet. “What the hell is this?” i got told it was dettol, the stuff which is used to clean surfaces, not carpets. I also realised, I didn;t have time to take a break, as I got to work with my mousse once more.

The pink crap wasn’t going. I stood in the kitchen for a while, then decided to chill in the garden. Guests again followed. One sat with me on the bench, “You alright mate?” “Yeah I’m good, just tired of people spilling stuff.” and with that he knocked over a candle whch was full of rain water, “How do you spill candle, really?”

People were kinda surprised to see my angry side, they just found it humourous, which was good. The night then kinda flowed out, a lot of people helped out after I shouted without the music again. People started leaving, I thanked them for coming, they consoled me for a little. Everyone had realised I had a hard time, or that I had just made a mountain out of a molehill. Then I started to panic, the house wasn’t ‘trashed’ it was just dirty, like really dirty. replied to my dad’s text, and I wasn’t going to lie to him, things weren’t perfect. The foam had ran out and people were still spilling stuff. Everyone left, and I just sat down for a little. I’d never truely realised how hard it was do host a house party, I truely do honour anyone that does.

The morning after, which was my birthday (i.e. today). I realised it might not have been as bad as I first thought okay it wasn’t clean the stupid pink stain was still thetre and always will be but it felt better than the night before. I also realised I’d hat alot of fun too, it wasn’t all cleaning up and depression, the minutes I did have to ‘relax’ were awesome, like really awesome.

Oh and to those I didn’t invite, i don’t hate yo. So please, don’t hate me.

Also thanks to my parents for letting this chaos loose.

Last but not least, happy birthday me.
You seriously rock.

Love,

- Chris

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Oh yeah, I also found a lovely little picture on my dailybooth this morning, cheers guys

http://dailybooth.com/ReadySaltedChris/1996275