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Your Weird House Party Stories

Grams of 3-FPM, Fentanyl and 3-FPM and benzos. All with a Butcher and a practicing Criminal Laywer, I may add.

Mods are expected to preach 'do as I say, not as I do, right'?
I really try not to preach to much as a Mod and become a Mod-Nazi, if you will.
 
So many .....but one that always makes me giggle was a party in Brighton that we got to on the 3rd day (night) and was just madness from the begining...got followeed by the police, local bobbies in 1988 so rave was still quite new we were all in silly clothes and just before we pulled ovewr a very obvious hand shot out of the window in front of us (later found out when we picked it up coming home after searchinh for an hour it was a bag with 1000 pills - mad thing was there was alot more in the boot) x3 cars 15 people all talking gibberish to x2 genuinly frightened looking cops told us to go on and drive carefully.LOts of fun at the party at one point i was in the kitchen with a mate and and all the walls, ceiling, floor, cupboards in fact every surface was covered in dayglow paint with a UV lamp on we were tripping off the mentalness of it and dipped our fingers in the paint at which point the girl who owned the house came in and screamed ' what have you done to my kitchen' we looked like two guilty school boys ...but the truth we'ed done nothing but she thought we were responsible for the whole messy graffiti...15min later i was dancing with her whuile she told me what had happened and if she saw 'those two blokes' she was gonna throw them out after getting her roided up BF to beat us senseless...ahhh the summer of love
 
blondin said:
So many .....but one that always makes me giggle was a party in Brighton that we got to on the 3rd day (night) and was just madness from the begining...got followeed by the police, local bobbies in 1988 so rave was still quite new we were all in silly clothes and just before we pulled ovewr a very obvious hand shot out of the window in front of us (later found out when we picked it up coming home after searchinh for an hour it was a bag with 1000 pills - mad thing was there was alot more in the boot) x3 cars 15 people all talking gibberish to x2 genuinly frightened looking cops told us to go on and drive carefully.LOts of fun at the party at one point i was in the kitchen with a mate and and all the walls, ceiling, floor, cupboards in fact every surface was covered in dayglow paint with a UV lamp on we were tripping off the mentalness of it and dipped our fingers in the paint at which point the girl who owned the house came in and screamed ' what have you done to my kitchen' we looked like two guilty school boys ...but the truth we'ed done nothing but she thought we were responsible for the whole messy graffiti...15min later i was dancing with her whuile she told me what had happened and if she saw 'those two blokes' she was gonna throw them out after getting her roided up BF to beat us senseless...ahhh the summer of love
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hahahahahahaha oh bloody ell :D

Evey
 
Went to a house party after an album launch in a small town in the south of Scotland. Loads of people turned up on a private hire bus, the house party leaked out to the courtyard (it was on a massive estate in the middle of nowhere) but everyone was on their best chat. I can't remember anything until about 7am, when after masses of mushy tea, pills and mcat had been taken, I went out to play football with some of the boys. We got half way up a dirt road and heard a security alarm going off full blast.

We beat it back to the house, turns out some random high on mcat had broken into a boarded up stately home on the estate, and was dancing around on the roof like a cunt. The police were alerted by the security system, arrived at the house party to be faced with a sea of people sitting with their jaws halfway to Edinburgh, and no real comprehension of what was going on.

Perp was caught, taken to the cells until he came down, then he had the cheek to come back to the party which was still going on. We named him Fiddler on the Roof and chucked him the fuck out.

Saw him years later when I was performing as part of the Beltane Fire Society's Samhuinn celebration... elbowed the cunt in the back...
 
I'm not European but I've got at least one good story to share...

This kid where I grew up was having a house party. It was the summer after my freshman year of college and I'd actually gotten into the party scene. He lived out in a rural development, big house, his parents owned some fast food franchises. Over 100 people there, trashing the house in a normal way..

There were like 6-10 of us posted up in a little downstairs bathroom smoking DMT most of the night. It smelled so bad. I think they had to repaint to get rid of the smell.

My friend, after smoking DMT all night, thought it would be a great idea to roll a huge (like ~250 pound) planter into the swimming pool...
 
a few years ago, myself and two friends lived in a huge loft in soma in san francisco. we had an all-night fund-raiser party to raise money for our burning man camp and, afterwards, we headed back to the loft to carry on with an after-party. i got talking to the guy who managed 1015 folsom (a dance club in sf) and he said that a couple of djs who had played that night wanted to come over and hang out. i said sure so he called them.

so about an hour later i was sitting out side on my doorstep smoking a cigarette and coming up again nicely from my breakfast pill and a limo pulls up and two guys roll out with record boxes and introduce themselves as lee burridge and cass cutbush (from cass & slide). here's a picture of them spinning records in my living room:

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that was a fun weekend :)

alasdair
 
I once stood next to Carl Cox in a field where they filmed black beauty (amazing place) he arrived at 8am or something and most people had gone/crashed etc but he set up his 3 decks and played for 2 hours with me and about 10 others dancing round him - he arrived on a jet pack.
 
blondin said:
I once stood next to Carl Cox in a field where they filmed black beauty (amazing place) he arrived at 8am or something and most people had gone/crashed etc but he set up his 3 decks and played for 2 hours with me and about 10 others dancing round him - he arrived on a jet pack.
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You sure it was carl cox? Cuz I've mistaken 3 different bald black dudes for carl cox when I'm off my face over the years.
 
When i saw him (well what i thought was him) he was doing back flips on stage at a rave. The other time i thought i saw him was in a dnb room off his face dancing with some tidy white chick, could that be him? The other time was at a football match in the crowd shouting obscenities at rival fans.
 
BlindHelperMonkey said:
who turns up to an afterparty in a limo though. beyond parody
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Actually, when I arrived at the house party during which things almost got stabby as I mentioned above, I arrived at a limo, but that was a pretty ridiculous part of my life.
 
Ended up post rave in a really dodgy part of Belfast, everyone a bit sketchy from a the usual alphabet soup and heavily cut coke. It's Dawn, the tunes are still banging when I presume the owner of the house, a hefty lass, jumps to her feet and shouts there's that fucking peado, rushes outs side and fills a glass milk bottle full of petrol, sticks a lit paraffin rag in and wings it at this guy (he did look like a peado tbf), it only got him a wee bit. But it killed the buzz big time man. She got done for it, headline petrol bomb thrown at peado. I stay out of those spots these days - except for one other might tell later.
 
haha fs^ :D

Bob Funkhouse said:
Well the big man himself was wearing it. I'm sure he got it made himself for the laughs though
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Hah, on second (sober) thoughts maybe I wouldn't wear it but would if I was him. I thought you had made that whole story up (rather than just the bike bit) I'm rather slow!
 
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Me and my mates used to live in a 9 bedroom house in Stirling years ago when we were students, had a massive old pub TV that the decks used to sit on, porn on the screen etc etc.

Anyway, at one massive party one of my mate's wee brother and his pals came along for a wild one, they were only 16 at the time, oot their nuts on pills, booze, mushrooms, you name it; however, another mate of ours turns up with his new girlfriend and it turns out she's a teacher at the youngster's school. Haha, the young rascals are all stoating about chewing their faces off.

There was also a dog at that party no idea where it came from and a Canadian guy that I had never met doing magic tricks.

God, I loved that place, some great memories, always something mental going on due to the amount of flatmates. My folks came up to visit me when I first moved in, showed them about, took them into the kitchen and there was pint glass of spew festering on the kitchen table, no spillage, quite impressive actually. My mother wasn't too impressed though.
 
doombadger said:
Ended up post rave in a really dodgy part of Belfast, everyone a bit sketchy from a the usual alphabet soup and heavily cut coke. It's Dawn, the tunes are still banging when I presume the owner of the house, a hefty lass, jumps to her feet and shouts there's that fucking peado, rushes outs side and fills a glass milk bottle full of petrol, sticks a lit paraffin rag in and wings it at this guy (he did look like a peado tbf), it only got him a wee bit. But it killed the buzz big time man. She got done for it, headline petrol bomb thrown at peado. I stay out of those spots these days - except for one other might tell later.
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I hate it when that happens.
 
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