Re: The Well CVII: Welcome To The Kama Sutra
it says you joined in 2005, but i hadn't seen you post until recently; what's with that?
Yup, I joined up in 2005 to ask some dumbass question about neck radii (that's the plural, right?). My first thread got one reply...from Zerberus, I think. Anyway, I made about 14 posts and then disappeared for a couple of years until I got bored enough to come back.
I lurked for a bit to find out what kind of pickup would be good in my Pacifica but once I had it sorted I suddenly remembered that I had a login for this place and decided to make a wee post thanking everyone for turning me on to the Custom8, got hooked and the rest is history.
It's kinda like smoking, ya know? Once you start, you never really stop...
Describe the best party you've ever been to ......
Dude, if I could remember it then it wouldn't be the best party I've been to, would it?
There's a few that stand out, I guess...it's just that details are a bit fuzzy on most of them. Here's a few highlights:
My senior school formal was pretty awesome. I wore a kilt and ended up drinking on a beach in Jordanstown until about noon the next day.
There was a really epic three day party in my friend's grandma's house. I was in a band at the time and we were supposed to be playing the first night and it all just got a bit out of hand, really. Somebody dyed my hair red while I was passed out the first night. We were standing in the kitchen the next morning, still completely hammered. Anyway, I was leaning against the wall and I kept sliding down it like I was about to pass out and then righting myself. When I went back in later there was a red zig-zag line around about half the kitchen wall where my head had been rubbing against it. That was the last time I drank vodka, not so coincidentally.
I was at a party organised by the same girl about a year later that ended with my friend crashing her dad's car into the wall of the house. Not much damage was done but we weren't invited back...
A friend and I carried a naked chick through the street for a while trying to find her house (to bring her home safely, you judging bastards) before going on a ****ing stupid and dangerous joyride with a severely drunken driver. I regret that one.
The best one, though, was about five or six years ago. There's a primary school that I won't name that we used to climb into to skateboard. We'd been doing it for monthes and the crew just sort of gradually got bigger. One weekend we brought up stereos and barbeques and...I don't know what happened. More and more people just started showing up until there were maybe fifty people. Maybe more, I can't remember. The whole playground was pretty much filled. There was different music coming from every corner, there was food cooking, there was pleasant smelling smoke coming from certain circles and everyone was having a good time. It was a great day during the summer and no one was really drinking, just chilling and laughing and having fun. That's probably the friendliest atmosphere I've ever been in, to be honest.
Jesus Christ, I can ramble...