Free Gaff!

This last weekend has been a memorable one to say the least!


When the parents are away the child will play..... So true!


I have to admit that I never thought I'd ever hear myself say those words! Mainly because one of my biggest fears, even though i hate to admit it aloud, is the thought of disappointing my parents. It sounds like such a lame thing to say, I know, but it's so very true.


So when I was presented with an opportunity to have a free house for 3 days, was it strange that I very nearly physically jumped at the chance? A free house can only but mean one thing to a teenager......Party! But it wasn't natural for one as innocent as me to even consider the thoughts of such a thing that could go so horribly wrong! But I ignored that gut feeling of dread and thought, fuck it who cares?


I like to believe that I have a nice group of friends, sensible, smart, just naturally good people. . . . There was a split second over this weekend when this thought was questioned. I was presented with the dilemma of the possibility of cocaine being in my house. You know that feeling of total shock? Where you refuse to believe what you think you're seeing? Where your heart skips like fifty beats? When you go into auto mode?........Yeah? Well after feeling all of that, it turned out to be a teaspoon of flour in a plastic bag accompanied by a topman card!


After that came the alcohol (some call it the devil, couldn't begin to think why!). Half a bottle of bucks fizz, 5 cans of bulmers and a vodka shot later, I was feeling slightly tipsy to say the least. The very least. Jade had the right idea, stick to the fanta exotic. I wish I was as wise as she. Moments of forgotten stupidity keep unveiling themselves to me at every available moment. "You ok Becca?"...."I can't see!"...........Me launching myself onto the bed, bouncing off and landing solidly on the floor.......they just keep on comin'.



Kings. Turns out it is THE best drinking game in the world! (Thank you Pamela!) The moment that will stay in my mind for years to come is hearing the words: "Four......Floor!" shouted, then realising I'm on the floor looking around at everyone else on the floor, around the kitchen table, in hysterics. Then there's Roxanne, need I say anymore?

Through all the drunkenness I managed to keep all my rules enforced: Coasters under every drink, no smoking in the house, and ashtray usage! I have to admit I'm very pleased that I managed to withhold my stature throughout it all.


Nighttime drifted into morning in a bit of a blur. People left gradually, until there was only two. Rashers, pudding rolls, bread and lots of ketchup aimed to soothe the ebbing nausea, in addition to the bottle after bottle of water, determined to conquer the dehydration.


I can however, truly say, that it was one of the best nights of my life so far. It resulted in minimal breakages (fridge magnet, cat's food dish, aloe vera plant, hula hoop, and a neighbour's fence!) and was an unforgettable experience!

They returned and didn't suspect a thing!

My new mission in life is now to persuade them to go away again, and again, and again. . . .