Your parents weren’t insanely strict, but they were pretty overprotective. You had a 10PM curfew until you were 18, and would still kill you if they found you with weed or alcohol, figuratively. You thought you should be able to have fun going into your college years and snap her with your phone.
Alex: So mom, would you care if I had a little party tonight with some friends?
Mom: Of coarse not! I’ll make some snacks and get whatever you need. Just let me know how many people.
You thought to yourself you might be able to get away with one of the best parties in your towns history. You have a pretty big house, an in ground pool, and almost an acre of land around your house, with only 2 neighbors half a football field away. You just blurt our what comes to your mind.
Alex: 200?
Mom: Wow! Sounds like its gunna be fun! What do you need me to get?
Alex: 2 kegs, a bottle of Everclear, Fireball, a few New Amsterdams, and a bunch of White Claw packs.
Mom: Got ya, I’ll be back in a little. Text me if you need anything else.
You wait for your mom while texting all your friends to tell everyone they know and everyone they know to come.
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