The Party from Hell :: essays research papers

     My birthday fell on the 21st of July, alone it was only the 18th. My parents were out of town, so this had to be the weekend I threw a huge birthday bash. I made up flyers, 50 of them, and my neighbors didnt seem to mind too much, so things seemed to be set. I took the sixteenth and 17th off of work so I could ram anything of value safely locked away in secured rooms. I hoped that things would work out wellhead and nothing would go wrong. I made sure that the flyers were only pass on out to the masses that I actually wanted there, in efforts to fete away the tussle makers.      The day of the party was finally here, and I worn-out(a) it setting up my very expensive stereo system so that no one could break it. Everything seemed to be in place and the people started rolling in. Things were going great. People were dancing and playing pool and more(prenominal) over having a good time. There were a few people over by the snack bar eating their hearts out, and that is where the first signs of trouble caught my eye. I noticed a yoke of people sneaking drinks. This was simply what I had tried to prevent. In my past experience, whenever there was alcohol at a party, bad things happened. I didnt want to spoil the shimmer people were having so I decided as long as it was contained to those few people, nothing would go wrong. As the night continued, things only seemed to get better. My friends were there and we were having a great time. No one had complained about the noise, and the inebriation had kept itself to those few people, or so I thought.      A couple of hours after I noticed the alcohol, I spotted a promote around one of the bathrooms. Apparently there was a girl in there, throwing up. As I began to walk over, she pushed through the crowd, completely out of control. I didnt know how to react it seemed like anything anyone did just made her more upset. She was screaming that she ne eded to go outside, so we let her out onto the fend for porch. I tried to calm her down, along with about five of my opposite friends, but nothing seemed to work. She began running down the street yelling that we were trying to attack her.