I threw a 'gathering' of around 150 people on friday night. My folks just arrived home from whever they went, and my house was perfectly clean but my dad, a builder/building inspector, can smell a stain or slightly differently arranged piece of furniture a mile away. Before they left they strictly told me about how no parties would be held during their absence. I just had a half hour talk about the risks, and they were young once too, and all that. The thing is, my old man hasn't noticed that his fridge full of beer has been consumed. I didn't have enough cash to replace it while they were gone. The cops also came and broke it up, and said they would call my folks (they haven't yet, and probably won't anyway), and my angry neighbour is blaming me for some meatheads who were walking past and threw something on his roof/at his house. They had nothign to do with me or my party. My question to you folk, as wise and mature as you are, is that seeings you have all faced similar problems before: How do i solve this debacle...

note: i don't intend to, nor will I, 'bite the bullet'...

Sounds like you're in for a buttkickin'.

my folks are fairly 'liberal', as they say. They don't really yell at me, let me stay home from school when i want to, and stuff like that. It'll be funny tonight when my dad works up a thirst and journeys to his beer fridge, only to discover that his 'collection' of assorted light beers has been consumed. Who steals light beer anyway? I mean, come on, it's LIGHT!

Sounds like you're in for a buttkickin'.


Oh wait, I already said that.


Ok, sounds like you're about to repay your dad for some "lost" beer.

you couldn't take up a collection? with 150 people you only would have needed like $.25/person.

dude, i was in no state to take up a collection

i told yr. ass to recruit deputies. if you had read my advice in that thead youu'd be fine.
But that is over now. Admit nothing, deny everything, point fingers. do you aheva sibling? their fault. Or try and convince pops he got WASTED before they left. Or tell him there was apower outtage and teh beers got hot and started popping, so you threw 'em out.

Or, just tell em to get over it. At least no one got wet on sherm, and fuckedin their bed

Don't sweat it. They won't murder you or anything, and eventually it will just pass. Hell, if they let you stay home from school and don't yell at you, your time will go by even faster.

I say just play stupid. If the neighbor says something, blame him for being an asshole, maybe even throw in that he's racist with an anectdote to back it up. If the cops call, they had nothing better to do an are blowing the whole thing out of proportion. You and a couple friends listening to the stereo too loud is all.

For now, concentrate on remembering the stories so they are seared in your brain. If you don't work on remembering them now, there's no way you will be able to brag about them later.

Oh, and another thing that will help you down the road. You don't solve these kind of debacles, you endure them.

when this happened to me i just took the shot in the mouth and moved on. when this happened to the gf's little brother he tried to blame me, which was innappropriate, considering that a fucking TELEVISION got stolen.

And if you HAVE to admit you had a party, claim there were only 10 or 12 people over. You can also invent a mysterious party crasher, who must have cleaned out your dad's fridge while the rest of you were quietly hanging in the yard or something.

Yep, it's all about shifting the blame instead of absorbing it. There was this one guy, see, and he came over with a few troublemakers I didn't know, and they weren't invited, but they started causing problems, and stealing beer, and and... then I told everyone to leave and just cleaned like crazy. It scared me, I'll never do it again, I owe you some beer, etc.

Now, now, is this any Cosby-Uncle Phil way to own up to responsibility????????

Young man, you must tell your father "Sir, it was me. I did it and I'm ready to face the consequences."

Then break for a commercial.

listen up, knucklehead. you knew your parents were going to find out. it almost sounds like you wanted to get caught because you had no plan to replace the beer. i think you're pushing your parent's buttons and that's okay because that's what we do.

sit there and go "uh-huh" a lot, pay back the money for the beer and lay low for a while.

Ahhhhh, high school.

Oh, you also need to put weed in Carlton's room. Somewhere where Geoffrey can find it easily.

ees funny

So, I suppose you won't be the mother hosting the juvenile drinking-party and then barring the cops from entering when a report of a party out-of-control is phoned in by the neighbors?

I tip my cap to you, if so...

While I don't fancy any idea that kids today and tomorrow are abstemious and won't (and shouldn't) be drinking, to have parents condone it -- in fact, sanction it --, letting it to occur, and en masse, when in the house (hell, some parents are known to purchase the liquor for the parties), that is not a good idea. It will only end up springing too lax an attitude about alcohols later on, and that's how DUI and rehab happen. Just ask my cousin Josh -- cool kid, wicked on the guitar, certified massage therapist (went to massage school after dropping out of NIU for, you guessed it, being a drunk), but has two DUI on his record, plus a not-a-drop violation (granted, from a high-school grad. party in '99; still...).

What else? His parents let him drink in their company from age twelve or so.

Thus, he never learnt that alcohol was an indusement to frivolity, but also not a toy.

I think you should work up some tears for when the shit hits the fan.

Also, just tell your dad you were feeling depressed over the weekend and tell him that you drank all his beer. Make sure you apologize profusely....and, well, how much "light" beer was it exactly?

If you're a big enough boy to trash someone's house, move out and make it your own.

Mexico. The living is cheap, the women are hot & the drinking age is 18. Run south, you'll hit it

was it worth it?

to me, it sounds like you took on a lot of risk, lucked out in that the only thing missing was beer, and now are in the shitter. It could have been alot worse, so thank your lucky stars and take your beating like a man.

Personally, i think that was a stupid ass waste of a weekend not with the parents.

How many of those 150 people did you know? Did you even get laid?

Next time, keep it to a tight circle of 10-20 people. Then, make sure it's at least 50:50, preferably 60:40 girls to guys. Take a collection, get some food and whatever, and do your thing.

To the bulk of the people at your party, you're not a hero, you're not cool... you're a mark.

tell dad you sold his beer to support your heroin addiction.

If he ran south, I think he'd run into Antarctica. Michael lives in Australia (or is New Zealand?).

probably seems like i'd do that but not a chance in hell.
i'm a parent not my kid's best friend. kids like rules. and boundaries. it makes them feel safe. and loved.
i give them a lot of leeway with certain things but it's all based on trust that they'll be responsible in the ways that they need to be.