Party Like We’re In High School
What do I think of as high school partying? Here’s the scenario:
Your parents have just gone out of town. You get together with some friends, party all night, drink, random people you don’t remember inviting show up and you hope the nosy neighbors across the street don’t tell on you when your parents get back.
This is the situation I find myself in. Last month,the husband and I threw a party simple for party’s sake. We had people over and it was so much fun. This month is the husband’s birthday. It’s in four days. We decided last month we’d do another party this month and make it birthday themed.
That naturally meant an even bigger guest list. That meant barbecue. That meant cramming a lot of people into our apt on one of the hottest days of the year.
When I started inviting people to the party, I sent the information to my brother. He immediately suggests we move the party to my parents’ house. When I ask if he thinks they’ll mind he says, “who cares, they’ll be out of town.”
That’s pretty much the first thing I think. Just take those old records off the shelf…
We’re not going to set up a business that will get us thrown in jail, but we are going to party and set up said party only hours after my parents drive away from the house.
I meant to call my mom or dad to tell them about the party move. I swear I meant to, but I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. And so I’m feeling surreptitious, hoping they don’t hear from someone else about the party.
They won’t mind. We’ll just be using their house air conditioning, several rooms. Oh, and their grill. What’s the worst that could happen? Let’s hope that previous sentence don’t end up to be Famous Last Words, mwah ha ha.