Alright, guys, what's the worst party you've ever been to? The kind you'd rather let cheese grow moldy between your toes before you'd ever go to. The ones that beat that urinary tract infection that had you in pain for weeks.

Mine went like this.

I picked up a flyer for a Burning Man-like event that would be taking place out in the desert near the border of Utah and Nevada. I figured because it was run by the same people than ran Burning Man, that it would be cool. This party had a focus on dance music. Basically, it was a rave out in the middle of the desert. But an organized one! Now, I missed the rave heyday of the early and mid nineties, so I figured this was my chance to catch up and show me what I had been missing. I spent about a hundred dollars in preparation for this weekend-long party. Drinks, (no alcohol, I wasn't 21 yet) food, a costume, (yeah, the flyer and the internet said there would be a costume event) rented camping equipment, the works.

The place was a good long drive through Northern Utah. I have a killer ability to follow driving directions, so finding my way wasn't the problem, but it literally hailed on me halfway through! I'm talking a freak downpour, and hail! The kind that really makes you wonder if you are going to get out of there alive. The rain ended as quickly as it began, like half an hour later. It was like if you snapped your fingers at the right time, you would have looked like the weather god himself!

So, I got out of that, and half an hour later, I'm down to the dirt roads. Slipping and sliding through the mud, it never once occured to me to turn around. I finally get to where it's supposed to be at. The directions say its a few miles out from the last turn. I found a bunch of people just sitting out there, but I payed them no mind. There happened to be a Jimmy in front of me, and at this point there's no question we're going to the same place. I follow him out into mud I never should have even looked at in my Pontiac Grand Am. I thought for sure I was going to get stuck. But it wasn't me that got stuck, it was my new friend in his GMC Jimmy! We get out and introduce ourselves, ankle deep in the kind of mud that would make for great mud wrestling. We give it the good old college try to get his vehicle out the mud, then I decide to take him back to where all those people we ignored were.

Turns out that's where they moved the party, because of the mud. Not only were we freezing and muddy, none of the services got there! The hailstorm put the trucks out of commission. By the time I went to bed, there was a pup tent with a turntable and a couple of speakers, and some burn barrels. In the morning, all that changed was that there were a pair of porta-potties. Needless to say, I was pissed. By noon, I had packed up and left. I have hence learned that it does not take a huge ordeal out in the desert to have a good time, so I limit my encounters to cheaply had ones. God did not set the monopoly on good times to only the ones that can afford to.

LOL, I "fondly" recall many "fun" gatherings at my ex-in-laws.
These consisted of people shouting, yelling, arguing, eating off people's plates, and letting their uncute dog up on the dinner table. Afterwards the happy participants would lay around like inmates at the typhoid ward while the hired help (myself) cleaned up the kitchen which looked like a missile site.
Fun.

Mine wasn't a bad party mind you ........it just turned into a nightmare.

It was in an old farm house out in the country. Me and three other fellows drove out there in one of my buds .......dad's car .............a Mercedes. It was a classic old 60's era four door.

Too many people came to this party.

Well ........it wasn't too many people for my liking ......but it was too many all the same.

People were spilling in and out of the house and the rock music was blaring. After partying for about three hours or so ............and when Bachman Turner Overdrive came on the tape deck .........people started rocking and jumping up and down ......to the song "Taking Care Of Business".

Well ......that was enough to get the old house rocking and rolling ..literally.

Just before the police showed up ..........the entire front porch on the house fell away from the brick structure .........spilling people onto the grass and into the yard. I'll always remember the image of the guy coming out of the house ....stepping onto the porch .....just after it gave away ........*L*. This was all happening at night mind you.

We managed to get into the old car and started wheeling it home. We had to go through the downtown section of town to get home .......and .....just as we started pulling away from the main intersection after the light turned green ...........we were addressed by and surrounded by four rollers with their lights on. Tires screeching all around us ........having been pinned in from four directions.

I was sure my buddies were holding that night ......but ..perhaps we had spent enough time at the party to relinquish the stash.

We made it out of Dodge that evening .....but ..it remains a blur to this day how we accomplished that.


Slim

My worst party ever story is very rude.........:rolleyes:

It involves my boyfriend (husband) ,,another girl,,,,a bedroom,,,,a split lip,,,, a handfull of hair,,,and a broken heart......:(

politcal party :D

I have to agree with mad dog. The political parties, doesn't really matter which is in the driver's seat, they're all miserable.

You guys are really boring, you know that?

You guys are really boring, you know that?


Hey Hey,take that back,,,,,,,,,my post was fantastic,,as was Slims !!!! :rolleyes:

Red ........splain ........plzzzzzzzzzzzz (about your rude party).


Slim

Well,,,,,to cut a long story short,,,,,

I was 17 as was hubby,,,,we were young......

We went to a house party and my hubby did the dirty on me ,,,i noticed he was missin and went to look for him,,,i found him in a very rude possition with some ugly slapper...

So,i ran over and dragged her away from him by the hair.......

She hit me and split my lip........

I walked home alone........and Broken hearted...... :(

I've had a few, but the one that pops to the front of my head is one night I was designated driver for 2 couples. Things started out good, but as the night went on, it progressively became worse. One of the gals, michelle, apparently becomes violent when she gets too drunk, and no one had mentioned that fact to me.

We had arrived at the third bar, we were bar hopping, and ended up at a rather large place with dance floor,etc. They were feeling no pain by then, drinking pretty fast and having a good time. Mich's guy asked her to dance but she kept putting him off. He went to the bar to get drinks and was asked to dance by a lady at the bar, he accepted. It was all in innocence. As I said, Mich has an anger problem and sure as shit when she looked out and seen her man dancing with this chick, she started to lose it. She flipped the table we were sitting at, sending drinks everywhere.
I had seen it all happen and wasn't going to let her pull that shit, I grabbed her and pushed her to the wall *scared shitless because she was alot bigger then I and could easier kick my ass*. She didn't, thankfully, and in her anger grabbed her jacket and stormed out the door. I went after her to ask her to come back and relax but she had caught a ride with some folk leaving and was getting in their car.
I went back in and cleaned up the area and got more drinks for the 3 left.
Around 2 am we decided to head back to Mich's place. On the way I was crossing a bridge and a pickup truck coming the opposite way drove into my lane. I started freaking out flashing my high lights and honking but they didnt seem to notice. I had slammed on the brakes and slammed it in reverse, there was no doubt the driver of the other vehicle was either drunk and confused or asleep at the wheel. I drove backward off the bridge and just as I got to the intersection, the driver swerved hard and finally pulled back into their lane.
I was scared shitless, no doubt I would have gotten hurt and those drunk probly wouldn't have.
We calmed down from that and went to Mich's, the lights were on so she was home. She had been there awhile and drinking alone and by then was drunk as hell. We opened the porch door and she kicked the other guy straight in the jewels. He dropped and I stood there with shock, Id never seen someone go down that fast. I don't think he was breathing and was instantly purple.The poor soul.
I had been standing behind him and looked up to tell her that wasn't cool when her fist met my face. I fell against the wall, trying to get my bearings and she grabbed my shirt and pulled me up kneed me in the ribs. I was done,breathing was never so hard. The other chick had ran next door and Mich's guy finally got inside the door and started screaming at her. I heard smashing glass,next thing I knew a cop was helping me stand up. She spent the night in jail and the next day when asked about what happened, she couldn't remember any of it. It was the last time I have ever or will ever DD for anyone.
Fuck all that!

I've had a few, but the one that pops to the front of my head is one night I was designated driver for 2 couples.

Damn . . . .