I was 13, and my mom and step dad were going out of town for a whole week!! I was giddy with excitement. I could be at the house, alone, after school and during the day on the weekends, at least until bed time. After that I would go over to the neighbor's house and spend the night!
I wrote notes about it to my best friend, we passed them back and forth as to how this whole thing was going to go down. Just a couple of us, it would be no big deal, they could come up from behind the house and into the back yard so as not to make the neighbor's suspicious.
And it started out that way....just a couple of us. Then that ONE friend.....you know the one that has seen that commercial that says "And you tell a friend, and she tells a friend and so on and so on" Yeah that one.....GREAT!
Everyone ends up at MY house, while I have to go to the neighbors house. And one friend decides to kill herself with pills from my house.....large pink pills, called Penicillin.....so not going to do any harm. Her friend decides to make her the greasiest BLT sandwich of all time and leave me the pan to clean. And the friend who took the pills? Yeah at least she made it to the bathroom to heave all her sandwich along with all the liquor she had drank.
We had a modest house, hardwood floors, my mom had some nice white shutters in her bedroom and a nice peach bed comforter. When she left....those were all in tack. When she returned there was about 1/4 of an inch of cigarette ashes on the floor, her white shutters were speckled orange from the screw driver we spilled on the headboard while watching a movie. Her peach comforter....now had a nice white splotch on it from the cream we spilled on it while trying to shave some one's legs. (How did I miss all those things while cleaning up?)
My mom got home, and I wasn't there. I needed more time to clean up and it wasn't given to me. So I sucked it up and took it. I said it wasn't planned. Well it kinda wasn't. It was only supposed to be like 6 friends!! But remember those notes I talked about? Yeah well my friend brought them to MY house so HER mom wouldn't find the notes and in our drug and drunken stupor I told her to put them in my room and she put them in the couch! Yeah well guess who's mom read the notes and called me out that it wasn't planned? MINE!
My punishment? I had to go EVERYWHERE with the parental units from then on out! There was no you-have-to-stay-in-the-house-while-not-in-school grounding. Oh no, my mom reversed it. If she had to go to the store I had to go. "But mom, I'm studying", nope, get in the car and you can study there or when we get back. Sleeping? "Tough, I have to go to the store and since we can't even trust you while sleeping.....you are going"
As I recall it went on for 2 years? I don't really remember, but I'll tell you right now I never had another party at my house while my parents were out of town.