It’s not even your party, not even your house but that’s what you do and no one ever says thank you. Twenty four and still the one who has to hold back people’s hair as they vomit, the one who has to walk around passing out glasses of water so that people start to feel better and the one who sticks around to make sure people get home ok. The party has been kicking for an hour or so now and they still haven’t said a word save to quietly mention to someone who is too drunk to care a better way to arrange the furniture in order to ensure maximum partying as you pass them in the hall.Īnd then, there’s you. Somewhere, there’s that quiet person from work who you never really talk to but thought it best to invite them anyway. Inevitably you find them in the kitchen stealing your food and bragging about how much they drank to people who don’t care.
Then there are the random people who just turn up, who talk to no one and you always want to keep one eye on. You need to have someone there that craves attention, someone who has to be louder than everyone else and have all focus directed at them.