This night was one that was very memorable for me. This past weekend was my senior prom, and I’ve been a good boy throughout high school, so I figure I might as well enjoy myself. The whole evening was great, and afterwards, myself, my date, and a bunch of my friends decide to head over to this kid Bobby’s house for a party.

I get there and his dad, who apparently has no problem with a bunch of teenagers drinking and smoking in his basement, let me inside. I got downstairs, and found the weirdest group of people I have ever seen at a party. You know how every high school has cliques? Well, there were the stoner kids who always are at these parties, the jocks, the preppy girls who are afraid to get their uggs dirty, the partywhores, and the AP kids; all at one party. There were beerpong and flipcup tournaments, kids smoking salvia and pot, and a lottt of alcohol. My main group of friends arrives a little after me, and this is when the drinking starts.

I start out with some corona, budweiser, and miller lite, and since my friends and I are still sorta new to the drinking experience, it doesnt take much to feel something, but it all tastes like shit. The whole night wasn’t marked my one single event, but by a bunch of weird things. Two girls I’d never met before came up and started dancing with me and spilled beer on my arms and torso, and then licked it off!

Soon, my friends and I are chilling in this sitting area when Bobby, the host of the party, comes over to us and is fucked out of his mind and worrying about cops and his dad. He looks at my friend Brian in a chair, and starts screaming, “Who the fuck is this kid? I’ve never seen any of you fucking people! Who are you?” Keep in mind he knows all of us quite well. My friend Jake then walks over to him and starts telling him we’re all one big can of cool beans, and we’re chillax in his book. My 6′ 8″ friend Matt comes downstairs garbling words and leans onto Jake and Bobby, spilling his beer all over my friend Joey. Then this stoner kid Mike, who’s been sitting still in an armchair for 20 minutes, starts slapping his face uncontrollably and laughing, telling he’s being tickled by midgets (salvia trip). I was getting pretty horny so I walked over to a group of girls and said “Who wants to let me put my dick in their belly button?” which unfortunately was to no avail.

As the night went on, the party got more and more sketchy. Some of the more “innocent” kids left after it got too weird for them. Bobby continued to flip out, especially at my friend Jake, but it was hilarious at the same time. This one time, I’m taking a hit of salvia when this girl Mandie pukes a waterfall over this kid Anthony’s shoes, telling this guy she just met she needs to be treated properly. I decide it’s time for a piss, I’m pretty drunk, and I stupidly decide to take one right next to my friends David and Patrick, who are talking. They laugh, and Bobby comes up the hill screaming “What the fuck are you laughing at?! You laughing at me?!” which scares the bajesus out of David. When some 23 year old creep shows up with cocaine at this 15-18 year old party, my friends and I decide it’s time to leave.

We walk down Bobby’s backyard, which is connected to my friend Charles’ backyard, where a tent was pitched in the backyard and we were all planning on sleeping. I come up from the basement to find my friend Eric, fucked out of his mind, jumping from one random location to the next and saying, “Level 10: complete, Level 11: Complete”, thinking he was in a video game.

We get in the tent, and weird shit just happens. My friend Joey starts crushing beer cans on his forehead without regard, while saying “Beer me” to Brian who tosses them to him out of a cooler. Suddenly, Joey look at David and starts flicking his tongue, to which David shrugs his shoulders and starts doing the same thing back. We invented a new drinking game, and then my friend Mckenzie and I stole the cookies out of the tent and ran away, after whipping half of them at Patrick.

After this, I’m kinda tired and decide to take a nap on the lawn. After like 20 minutes, David gets concerned, and rushes outside to wake me, thinking I’ve passed out cold. I get up, and he helps me into the tent (I needed help), and then a few of us leave for a puking session we could feel coming. Once that’s over, some asshole flashed a flashlight at the top of the hill near Charles’ house, and all of us bolt inside, save for Bryan, who decides to sit on a log saying, “I belong in the wilderness. I’ll wait for the wolves to take me”. Half of us crash on the couch in various positions in Charles’ living room listening to music on late-night TV (with Eric saying, “Where’s the music?” the whole time), and the other half sleep in the tent. Two hours later, at about 7 am, Charles’ dad walks in, finds the first conscious person he could (happened to be me), and says, “Donuts on the counter”. I think he new we were drunk, but he didnt care which is pretty chill for a cop. A half-hour later, we all wake up, with surprisingly no hangovers and get ready to head to the beach. Perfect prom night to remember.

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