There Ain't No Party Like A Center Street Party

Center Street house parties are legendary; they entail consuming copious amounts of alcohol up into the early hours of the morning.

There are many stories about Center Street parties, they often involve wooden spoons (I shan't elaborate), mystery vomiters and alcoholic turns; one minute a person could be talking coherently and the next they've turned jabbering on about everything and anything, making no sense at all.

This weekend, a Center Street party was held in honour of Jose moving on to greener pastures in Switzerland.  It was 70's themed, which I had completely forgotten until I had arrived at Will and Rach's.

Luckily Will isn't into costume parties either, so we both turned up in our regular clothes.  Although 30 minutes later, I did find myself sporting a seventies head band and scarf, whereas Will got given a 70's shirt and some side burns.

As always the alcohol was flowing. Charlie, a.k.a the "Godfather" of Center Street was on true form, dishing out random shots of alcohol.  Although a little cautiously I might add.  He wasn't as persuasive as per previous occasions.

I think he's learned from the last party that this role has a heavy price to pay; an obligation to do a shot with every group of people you hand them out to. Needless to say he wasn't very "well" after the last party...

I was flicking through my iphone to recap the events of the night and I realised that people were drinking out of a teapot. What was in it? - I imagine some kind of lethal alcoholic concoction, but it's best not to know the details.  Why a teapot?  Your guess is as good as mine.

The drama of the evening was the next door neighbour, banging on the door because the party was too loud for her child to get any sleep.  I had to handle it as I made the unfortunate mistake of opening the door.  I must of handled it ok as turning the music lower seemed to have kept the cops away.  Either that or the cops have become accustomed to Center Street parties.

I have to say it was one of the tamer Center Street parties I've been too, but then Will and I left around 3.30am.  Rach had given us a curfew of 1am so that we would be around when little Isobel would wake at 7.30am.  But that clearly didn't happen.

So there could have been many things that could have happened after we had left, but I guess they are Monday's stories now.