Verdict of the rave...-_-''
Okay, so me and my bezzie get all dressed up ya know, neon dresses, shag-me-shoes and glow in the dark necklaces. In my eyes, we looked pretty cool. My other friend, Michael, the one who asked us to go in the first place, was wearing the most ridiculus outfit I have ever seen. White UV trousers with a green patch on his groin and a green net top...
So we gets to the rave and there are already tonnes of people there, the music is super loud and lardy dardy da. About an hour into the random body movements sweat and toilet breaks, Michael saunters over to my bezzie and I. We assume he is drunk, this is bad as he was the one who drove us there and neither I nor the bezzie could drive. Then I noticed his eyes...The plank had had his drink spiked, he was stumbling all over so we dragged him outside and propped him up agaisnt the wall. Then some randomer walked over and pushes me against the wall and asked, I quote "How much baby?" Feeling violated and very ****ed off. I kicked him in the crown jewels and proceeded to swear at him.
By this time Michael is worse so we decided to try and drive the car back home, this is a bad idea as we lived about a hour away and neither of us could drive, we were tipsy and it was dark. So me taking responsibility, I sit in the drivers seat, bezzie in the back nursing Michael. I somehow managed to start the mercedes and start going, granted it was 15 MPH but we were going. Then about 20 minutes into driving, Michael vomits all over his car. The stink is absolutly overwhelming so I start gagging too. Then bezzie starts laughing. Then I started laughing, then Michael in his drunken drugged up states starts laughing too.
A few minutes later, we get pulled over by the police, and took to the station, we were all in seperate cells, and oh my god, it felt like Bargate Prison.
The next morning Michaels mother and father come to pick us up, as me and bezzie had moved away from our parents they had to release us. We explained our story to them AND THEY STARTED LAUGHING! I was gobsmacked. I was expecting to be hanged or at least slapped. So his parents drove us home and didn't even shout at us for putting their son in danger!
Oh dear, what a night. I don't think I will ever go to another rave ever again in all of my existance. Not with them two anyway!
Okay, so me and my bezzie get all dressed up ya know, neon dresses, shag-me-shoes and glow in the dark necklaces. In my eyes, we looked pretty cool. My other friend, Michael, the one who asked us to go in the first place, was wearing the most ridiculus outfit I have ever seen. White UV trousers with a green patch on his groin and a green net top...
So we gets to the rave and there are already tonnes of people there, the music is super loud and lardy dardy da. About an hour into the random body movements sweat and toilet breaks, Michael saunters over to my bezzie and I. We assume he is drunk, this is bad as he was the one who drove us there and neither I nor the bezzie could drive. Then I noticed his eyes...The plank had had his drink spiked, he was stumbling all over so we dragged him outside and propped him up agaisnt the wall. Then some randomer walked over and pushes me against the wall and asked, I quote "How much baby?" Feeling violated and very ****ed off. I kicked him in the crown jewels and proceeded to swear at him.
By this time Michael is worse so we decided to try and drive the car back home, this is a bad idea as we lived about a hour away and neither of us could drive, we were tipsy and it was dark. So me taking responsibility, I sit in the drivers seat, bezzie in the back nursing Michael. I somehow managed to start the mercedes and start going, granted it was 15 MPH but we were going. Then about 20 minutes into driving, Michael vomits all over his car. The stink is absolutly overwhelming so I start gagging too. Then bezzie starts laughing. Then I started laughing, then Michael in his drunken drugged up states starts laughing too.
A few minutes later, we get pulled over by the police, and took to the station, we were all in seperate cells, and oh my god, it felt like Bargate Prison.
The next morning Michaels mother and father come to pick us up, as me and bezzie had moved away from our parents they had to release us. We explained our story to them AND THEY STARTED LAUGHING! I was gobsmacked. I was expecting to be hanged or at least slapped. So his parents drove us home and didn't even shout at us for putting their son in danger!
Oh dear, what a night. I don't think I will ever go to another rave ever again in all of my existance. Not with them two anyway!
