Smells like teen spirits, mainly cheap vodka.
This year I had three christmases. The first being before the day itself at a sleepover with my friends. Everyone was there with their carefully thought out gifts. The hosts bedroom we discovered was an attic reached by a shakey ladder. I had a big problem with that ladder. The first few climbs I had to trust some carefully selected friends to hold it for me, and not look up my skirt.The hosts attic is worth the climb up 'the ladder of doom' it is painted blue with fairy lights hung of the beams and a huge hammock suspended from the roof taking up almost all of the room. All of my friends soon arrived. Sam turned the volume up on the stereo and no one bothered to turn it down. Rum was passed around followed by a massive bottle of chardonnay. Chardonnay has a fancy glamorous name, but lets face it, its basically piss with the germs taken out and alcohol added. Finally me and Sam shared a bottle of the precious beer, Budwiser tastes heavenly after rum and piss.
Then there was a call for presents. Which had been left down stairs. Teenagers literally flew down the open hatch. When it was my turn I had to remove my tights incase I might slip on the metal rungs. Making everyone left in the attic turn their backs I slipped of those tights in double quick time.
"You do realize there's a mirror here." Sam called. Automatically I gave a male friend a bollocking, only to realize Sam was laughing her head off, because she was the guilty perve.
Once we where all down stairs we found there was a wood fire in the halth, it was immensly festive darhling. And the fact we where pissed was festive in itself.
Presents where handed round, although it took a long time for any of them to be opened. There's something very funny about watching a bunch of drunk teenagers opening Christmas presents. Blundering fingers slowly attempting to pick off layers of sticky tape whilst constanly being distracted whenever anybody makes a comment. Eventually we managed to find our presents, I became quite emotional (partly due to the intake of alcohol) when I saw my gifts. My friends had really thought them out. My friend to the right of me was also getting emotional but not as a result of the present opening. She was thinking of her grandad who had passed away, she told me of her grandads last moments which where very touching and sad. In an attempt to cheer her up I instantly shoved her face in my bosoms and patted her on the back until Sam gave me her famous raised eyebrows look.
The rest of the night was spent in the attic, except for frequent trips to the loo. Sam and I where left up there alone because the rest of our group decided to sing Christmas carols. I detest Christmas carols they make me physically sick and although I am coming round to liking Christmas again, I will never sing jingle bells willingly. Instead Sam and I swung on the hammock and screeched distiller songs. Which is a nice alturnative.
The rest of the night followed a chaotic blurry coarse after everyone came back up the ladder. They discovered Id drank a bottle of wine to myself, which they where none too pleased about. It didn't matter much, soon all was forgiven and we continued with our celebrations.
The next morning wasn't as nice however. When I awoke I noticed several things; I had covered my hosts bed with blood from a splinter in my foot Id earned the night before, the girl next to me had bit me in her sleep and that my mini skirt had revealed a lot to all my friends last night.
My friends around me peeled open their eyes and we began to slowly wash and dress ourselves.
Goodbyes where said and we flew down the ladder like experts.
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Two chirstmases followed, my family chirstmas and one that arrived in the post, in the form of brown cardboard box that had travelled over seas, from America. . . .
BOOGIE
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