Party Houses

[coqui_chris]

First post. EDIT: Hmmm, I guess its not my first post, but its early.

I'm bringing this thread back. I think there's a lot more to be said on this subject of party housing.

Plus the posts in this thread are rather classic. Its got Dolemite and everything.

[coqui_chris]

The house I'm moving into on July 1st will be called Crib Coqui, based on our affinity for the Coqui 900 40oz brand. Cases of Coqui will be abundant. I can't wait.

One of my many regrets in life is that I didn't digitally record and save the vitriolic phone message my old landlord left on my voicemail. I think he said they had to cart something like 5 trucks worth of trash out of the house. From a $1300 security deposit, I think we got $250 back. Which really isn't that bad.

The worst was when the fucking slumlords charged me for breaking glass when I shoved my arm through the storm-window on the front porch. I was dry that night, due to underage and economic constraints. It seemed unfortunate, but later the paramedics told me that being undrunk that night probably saved my life in terms of bleeding.

I haven't stayed undrunk many nights since. I also haven't put my hand through any storm windows, severing a tendon in my thumb.
Coincidence?

[Resident Asshole]

Back when I live on MSU's campus there was the Monty House. My buddy and I DJ'd there a few times. Fun stuff, just the usual drunken revelry. My co-op was called the Rock, I threw a few parties there, some with bands, some with DJs. Didn't last too long though because it was a Christian co-op, so they didn't take kindly to drunkards.

After I moved out of there me and two buds started the Pi Haus, because the address was 314. Hosted many parties there, from Halloween to gangster to 70s. Had cardboard covering the insulation in the attic so everyone we had over was encouraged to sign the attic. I was left a phone number up there once, real classy broad.

These days the parties are mostly at Oilboy's (my basement bar) because I have the kegerator, hot tub and pool. Lots of naked ladies in the hot tub.

Come to think of it, I've hosted way more parties than I've gone to, that sux!

[mormonholocaust]

Umm...

Valhalla; I knew the cats, so I got free entry. Good touring punk bands and an appetite for drink.

The Haunted Forest; they turned a room into a ball pit, and two drunk girls sat on my outstretched legs and proceeded to make out until they realized they were on me. Good parties, occasional good show.

The Whorehouse; A house populated entirely by girls I wanted to kick in the crotch.

[Negromancer]

There was an abandoned house in the woods that we just called the House. It wasn't really in the woods, actually... It was right on the outskirts of town, in a grove surrounded by highroads so it wasn't really possible to see it was there.

Then there was this big house, we called it Sorg's(from one of the tennants, he actually changed his first name to Sorg, which means sorrow), where there was one apartment for each of the four stories, and the middle floor had an apartment with four tennants. There were parties there every single weekend, and all the tennants listened to metal in some form, and it was something like the centre of the local metal scene when I was younger. There was a balcony with a ladder up onto the roof, so on summer nights a few of us would sit and drink around the chimney pipe. The day after I would spend on the top-floor with Emil, and we would listen to swedish RAC, watch gore flicks and drink rum. I think the place was actually under surveilance from the cops for a while... They suspected gang activity, and interrogated a friend of mine. We laughed at it then, but in a way I guess we were a gang of sorts: A gang of young, angry drunkards.

There was one time, I was attacked by a gang of jocks outside on my way in after buying pizza: They didn't know that there was party full of drunken friends of mine just a ten-second walk from them. A friend of mine saw them strike me down from the window and called for red alert: The jocks must have pissed themselves when fifty metalheads suddenly appeared and kicked their asses. The guy who struck me down had to go to the hospital to get himself stitched up and to get broken glass removed from his scalp.

[ThirstyDrunk]

Had a place just off Main St called " Young Atomic Farmers". I know one of my buddies has to have a pic of that house with the YAF basketball backboard and the smashed toilet on the front. It was a split-level and I ran the bottom half of the house. Filled the front porch knee deep in beer cans one summer. it was disgusting, sweat bees and stench. Then the landlord came over and I gave her some story about my brother was having an aluminum drive for boy scouts or some shit. it didnt fly, but she just took our sign, and the toilet, and bitched at me for awhile. Man that place was non-stop.
Had another place just on the other side of Main called "The Hovel". I actually think that place is still standing, which is amazing considering what we did to it.

[ThirstyDrunk]

I just found a pic of the YAF pad

summer 1989
good times, good times.

[Glasgae Sam]

You know that one guy you know who is always fully stocked, and you always appear at his door unannounced for a drink? Unfortunately in my circle of friends, that's me. My flat has unintentionally become 'the party flat'. My home bar is always well stocked (I'm a big fan of the the 15 Bottle Bar) and my next door neighbour is a semi-famous radio DJ. This means he doesn't care about the noise because he sleeps during the day anyway (he works the late shift on the radio) and occasionally brings minor celebrities home for a drink if they've been on his show (or any other show at that radio station that day). He's learned that if he hears music from my flat and/or people smoking on the balcony he should climb over the balcony railings and just join in. He's gay, and his boyfriend is a world-class drunk. Totally mooching off him btw, which is a never ending source of amusement. I'd say every 2nd or 3rd weekend a party gets going in my flat, and it's usually a pretty good affair =)

Expensive though. And it's a nice flat, so I do sometimes worry about the damage. So far nothing serious though, just a few broken bits of second hand furniture. Oh, and one time someone removed a door from its hinges.

[old crow]

I haven't stayed undrunk many nights since. I also haven't put my hand through any storm windows, severing a tendon in my thumb.
Coincidence?

i dunno man, but i for one didn't start punching out windows until i started drinking whiskey...

[fizzmaster]

My house for my last two years in college was called Logtown. It was epic. Two different sets of 5 friends and I lived there for two years. There would be drinking every single night. Small parties consisting of maybe 6 to 12 people were a frequent occurrence and big parties with 30 to 100 people would happen about twice a semester. The cops came by many, many times and kicked everyone out and told us to turn it down. The great thing about having 5 roommates is that even if only a few people come over, its a party. There were two or three month long stretches when we partied every single night of the week. That place was disgusting by the time we moved out.

Down the street was another epic party house called the Dogpound. Another house with 6 roommates. Their partying acumen rivaled ours, so I was constantly over there. Our houses and mutual friends had a band together, so all the after-show parties were there, as well as recording sessions and practices. That house was condemned after my friends moved out!

Those are my favorite party houses, and I have so many great memories from that era. That was basically the apex of my partying career, which is saying something.

[beerkegbilly]

I go over my friends house him and his new wife and party by there pond BBQ and a keg. threw some horse shoes and some volleyball in the snow we still party outside but by fireside and we play in are band (dropkick Murphy cover band ) the old Jr high game pass around the bottle.Some old fashion good old fun

[beerkegbilly]

[quote="beerkegbilly"]I go over my friends house him and his new wife and party by there pond BBQ and a keg. threw some horse shoes and some volleyball in the snow we still party outside but by fireside and we play in are band (dropkick Murphy cover band ) the old Jr high game pass around the bottle.Some old fashion good old fun I thinking of putting in a beer hall
in diggers well is carport he made a sign for it to I was on the phone with him it cool there so much junk we put in there they pull there car in there. Hey and old door can be a bar with saw horses to it