We’ve all thrown house parties. They usually happen by accident when the right combo of friends desmadrosos showed up with a banging playlist and a few cans of beer. Somehow those beer cans multiplied and so did the people. It ended with all your “friends” sneaking off, while you suffered your parents’ wrath, wondering how the house turned into such a mess. Here are a few ways that explain how your small kickback turned into a full-on house party.
Your parents went out and left you in charge. You were left as the man of the house.
Getting responsibilities is a rite of passage. Unfortunately, so is being irresponsible.
Your parents told you not to have anyone over. But then you remembered who’s in charge.
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You’ve heard the saying, “With great power comes great responsibility.” However, you may never get this chance again, so it’s your responsibility to take full advantage of it.
So, you invited a few friends to come by.
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Nothing crazy. People your parents know, the usual friends you hung around with.
But then they invited some friends over, too.
No big deal. The more the merrier, right?
And then their friends invited more friends over.
It’s packed like Grand Central Station during the holidays, except nobody’s leaving, and it’s starting to smell like a Snoop Dogg concert.
Pretty soon, word got out, and everybody started showing up.
People that you’ve never even met before are raiding your refrigerator, eating mom’s leftovers. They’re helping themselves to your dad’s liquor cabinet and putting their feet up on your mom’s couch. It’s anarchy!
Before you knew it, you were the accidental host of a full-on house party.
Things are officially out of hand. There’s people everywhere and the music is way too loud. If the neighbors don’t alert the cops, that call is gonna come from inside the house, because you gotta stop this.
You wanted to tell everyone to leave, but then that girl you like showed up.
You didn’t even think she knew your name. Yet, there she was… in your living room. Your life has become the plot to every coming-of-age classic movie where the good guy gets the girl. Go for it, you crazy bastard!
So, you ignored the chaos and slid into ‘cool host’ mode.
You “suave” it up on the fly, and surprisingly, things go well enough that she actually takes you up on your offer to give her “the tour.” Maybe everything’s gonna be fine…
But, then someone breaks something…
It might as well have been your neck that got broken, because when your parents find the coffee table destroyed., they’re gonna kill you.
…And it’s time to freak out.
Everything isn’t gonna be fine. Not even close. This is when you see the stains in the rug and the cigarette burns on the furniture. You’re gonna need a time machine to reverse this nightmare.
Everybody has to GTFO.
You’re like riot cop, screaming at a revolting mob. You’re directing human cattle towards the exits as people you’ve never met before knock framed pictures off the wall and call you a buzzkill on their way out.
Then you tried to speed-clean before your parents got home…
Even if you could clean it, you don’t have the time. You’re screwed.
But, you weren’t fast enough, and they busted you. Hard.
The looks on their faces still haunt your nightmares.
Afterwards, you were grounded for so long that you never thought you’d leave your room…
The only time your parents let you out was to go to church or family functions. The rest of your time was spent chiseling notches into your bedroom wall like a prisoner logs days in solitary confinement.
… But, when you’re a kid, that’s what you do.
If you don’t push boundaries, you’ll never know how far you can go. Every inch is necessary to eventually establish yourself as an adult in your parents’ eyes. Go for broke, you crazy bastard!