The year was 1998. It was the spring of my freshman year in high school. I wasn't even 15 yet, I couldn't drive, and my arm was in a cast & sling. I had just gotten my braces off.
Every year, our high school, Ruston High School, had a "Barn Dance". This happened in May after the current Seniors had graduated but before school was out for the rest of us. Also, the 8th graders, who were going to be freshmen in the fall, were invited to attend. The junior boys always "ringed" the 8th grade boys with their new senior rings. The junior girls always sprayed the 8th grade girls with water guns, verbally abused, and backed into them, etc. You know- welcoming stuff.
Well, another tradition was for the 9th grade girls to take along the 8th grade girls to the dance- kind of a "big sister" thing- to provide a little moral support & shelter, right? So, my freshman year in high school the administration cancelled the barn dance. (Rightfully so.) And so I decided to have a slumber party of sorts, instead. My parents were on board- so I invited a few girls from my class over and a few of the 8th graders. Good, wholesome fun right?
I was naive. My 9th grade friends told other people- you know, like the junior boy they were dating, or their next door neighbor, or that cute guy that sits next to them in English. Basically, by Friday, it was HUGE KEG PARTY AT CAMILLE'S HOUSE! Who? Oh, that Freshman girl with the broken arm. Sweet!
I heard rumblings of it but my friends tried to downplay it- oh, no big deal. No one's coming. Just a couple of boys in our grade.
So, its Friday night. The girls are all at my house- my mom had ordered us pizza and we'd been hanging out on the deck. Suddenly, a car pulls up. "Oh, its just so-and-so. Let's go outside and say hi!" Then, another car. And another. Soon, the driveway ( a long driveway, might I add) is filled with cars. People are pulling ice chests out of their trucks (Not filled with soft drinks, mind you) and music is blaring.
Holy cow. How did I get myself into this?
My parents remain inside- oblivious to the party outside. I'm panicking because... I'm a freshman. How on EARTH do I tell these people to leave? They are like 18 years old, for crying out loud!!!! Literally, there were hundreds of people there- it was outrageous. We walked to the end of the driveway and saw cars lining the road. People that didn't even go to my school were there. It was ridiculous and glorious all at once. It was almost like the parties you see in teenybopper movie- you know, when the parents are out of town and the house gets trashed? Except we were all outside and, oh yeah, my parents were home.
I don't know what to do. Again, I'm intimidated by these people. My mind is filled equally with fear & promise. Maybe I am kind of cool, right? I mean older,cooler people are at this party....at my house! People who'd never talked to my before- older kids who'd walked right by me in the hallway were saying, "Nice party!" Am I cool?!
"Oh, yeah, whatever no big deal." I'd reply, supercooly while I scratched underneath my cast.
"Okay, well see ya Caroline."
Umm..Well, Caroline is close to Camille, right? So, they kinda knew my name! But these people have alcohol. And my parents are right inside. Then again, maybe the party can go on.. right? I'll try to play it cool and maybe my parents will never catch on to the huge fiasco outside?
Long story short, a couple of hours later, my dad catches wind of the party outside and the 17 year olds with beer and comes outside just a'hollerin for me. I run up to him and say "Hi Dad!" He tells me, in no uncertain terms, to get these people to leave immediately.
Well, sure. Right?
He walks back inside and I'm wondering how to go about doing this. I timidly walk over to some older girls leaned against the tailgate of a truck. I chicken out and begin making small talk until I can work up my courage. Just as I'm about to go into panic mode, the cops roll up. Blue lights flashing. Everyone drops their cups and sprints for the woods. Everyone is peeling out, running, and hiding. Except me. Here I am. I live here! Cool. So I stand there and wait for the cops to walk over.
So, that's my legendary party fiasco story. Everything ended up fine. I don't think I really got too many cool points but it was kinda a legendary party amongst my handful of friends. My unintentional kegger.