Were You Ever a Partier?

jujube said:
Yes, I've been a partier and still enjoy a good one. However, the days of partying until breakfast time are loooong past.
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I still enjoy a good one too but happened in a long time. I think you're never too old to have a good time.
jujube said:
Yes, I've been a partier and still enjoy a good one. However, the days of partying until breakfast time are loooong past.
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I still enjoy a good party 2 but haven't been to one in a long time. I'm glad you still have that child within that likes to have a good time and I'm the same way and I'm not boring and I'm not a party pooper either.
 

Ruthanne said:
noun. a person who parties, especially regularly or habitually: New Year's Eve always brings out the partiers.

I have had times of being a partier in my life, and quite enjoyed myself.

As for me at parties I had some alcoholic beverages, at times a little weed, and had tried some other recreational medicinal things a few times.😚🤪That was when I was very young, though, and I was quite a daring young person at the time. I would say I was a once a month partier then.

I would still enjoy a good get together with friends or relatives on occasion but have not had the opportunity in a pretty long time, and during these times it's scary to me, too.

So have you ever been a partier either part time or full time? :ROFLMAO: 😌✨🥤🍺🥂🍷🥃🍸🍹🍾And what and who did you party with?
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Welllll, the context I've always heard the word used in, it didn't mean a person who liked to go to parties.. it specifically referred to illegal drug use and over-the-top excessive drinking.
When I was a young adult, my general approach was 'If that's what they want to do, they should be able..' What changed: I've seen too many lives destroyed, and many even ended. So I'm more "anti-drug" than Nelson Rockefeller.

As for me personally: drug-free since 1957. (guess what year I was born). During my mid-late twenties I'd occasionally have one drink, maybe two, and that's it; but after being around quantities of alcoholics & addicts, I haven't even had one drink in nearly 16 years.
I don't believe the human mind is meant to be 'altered,' and certainly don't consider it the definition of (popular phrase) 'having a good time.'
 
I've never considered myself a partier, but rather a fuddy duddy all of my life. I don't drink any alcohol beverages and/or have done any drugs. I was too influenced by my maternal grandmother to be a 'good' girl while growing up and I guess it worked. lol I was not much of a party person during my 'young' years either; I avoided parties. I do regret not enjoying my young years.271c500c4c9b2143eea3cd8160b6f97d[1].gif
 
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Pinky said:
I partied, but never drank. Go figure!
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I have no idea why, in college, we thought you couldn't have fun without getting knee-walking drunk. I didn't do it often, but I sure did it on occasion. I remember when sloe gin fizzes were the "sophisticated" ladies' drinks. Why, I don't know. It was like drinking fizzy Vicks Formula 44 Cough Syrup. And when you yarked it up at 2 a.m. (note that I didn't say "if", I said "when"......because it was a given.....) it was *SPECTACULAR*!

I'm sure I would have remembered a lot more about college (and done better) if I had eschewed the demon rum.
 
My first wild party was hosted by me, at my parents unsupervised beach house. 🏖I got permission for it if I promised no boys would be allowed.

"Sure Mom, I promise." She should have been clearer about further instructions for the beach house "slumber party" with girl friends.

We had all just gotten our 16 yr. old drivers licensees so we met there at sunset just as I was getting the hot dogs and burgers ready with all kinds of goodies to eat. A few hours later I broke out a bottle of Sloe Gin:sick: and cigarettes.

We had all just seen the unabashed propaganda film called "Reefer Madness" at school so I sure didn't provide "Reefers". Who remembers that film? Who would have thought it would ever be legal here, and now I chew a THC gummie every nite for sleeping.

Anyway, back to the party...we all got so dang drunk and sick with that nasty sweet Sloe Gin and cigarettes :unsure: We ended up skinny dipping in the midnight ocean long, long before the Jaws movie. :oops:

The next morning we were all sick as dogs but I made them help me clean up the yucky house 👅before we left. So far as I know, my parents never knew the whole story but at least I followed instruction and there were NO boys there.
 
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Younger years not a partier but getting together with a close group of friends to enjoy a party like setting, we stayed mostly not too wild, these older years NAH not a partier, I don't prefer the drinking or drunk scene but do enjoy drinks out with my calmer bunch of friends or those I am close with ;)
 
Jujube, that's way too funny that we were posting at the same time about Sloe Gin.

You're description was just perfect......"I remember when sloe gin fizzes were the "sophisticated" ladies' drinks. Why, I don't know. It was like drinking fizzy Vicks Formula 44 Cough Syrup. And when you yarked it up at 2 a.m. (note that I didn't say "if", I said "when"......because it was a given.....)"
 
My parents were partiers....We had a nice basement....Mom and Dad loved to entertain...But mostly with their siblings ….Christmas, New Years,
A birthday party....They gave me a 16th Birthday Party and they sent out cards to my friends....It was a surprise....We always had something
going on in our backyard in the summer....My Dad had 5 sisters and 2 brothers.....They were at our house many many times....
I miss all of them....They are not with us....
In High School we did party...but not at my house....When I met my husband we just hung around with 2 more couples....And we all went
to each other's wedding....Some are not around.....2 of our best friends are not together, but they talk....They live in Florida....
I can't even count how many cousins we have....And we don't see them too much anymore.....
Our families are in different states....I miss some....
 
Kayelle said:
My first wild party was hosted by me, at my parents unsupervised beach house. 🏖I got permission for it if I promised no boys would be allowed.

"Sure Mom, I promise." She should have been clearer about further instructions for the beach house "slumber party" with girl friends.

We had all just gotten our 16 yr. old drivers licensees so we met there at sunset just as I was getting the hot dogs and burgers ready with all kinds of goodies to eat. A few hours later I broke out a bottle of Sloe Gin:sick: and cigarettes.

We had all just seen the unabashed propaganda film called "Reefer Madness" at school so I sure didn't provide "Reefers". Who remembers that film? Who would have thought it would ever be legal here, and now I chew a THC gummie every nite for sleeping.

Anyway, back to the party...we all got so dang drunk and sick with that nasty sweet Sloe Gin and cigarettes :unsure: We ended up skinny dipping in the midnight ocean long, long before the Jaws movie. :oops:

The next morning we were all sick as dogs but I made them help me clean up the yucky house 👅before we left. So far as I know, my parents never knew the whole story but at least I followed instruction and there were NO boys there.
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Haha haha. Reefer Madness was purposely made to scare the livin’ bee gee us out of everyone and they succeeded.

Now you take one gummy bear every night!!

LOVE IT !!!!! 😂🤣
That’ was super Funny
 
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My parents were real social partiers too. They would usually go out to party but I remember them sometimes having parties at home.
Neither of my parents really smoked. My dad smoked cigars occasionally.
Anyway my mom would buy these fancy beautiful ashtrays and I mean they were really beautiful. She had a huge agate ashtray that was at least a foot long and then there was a blue mountain pottery ashtray. Both looked lovely on the beautiful coffee table ..... until someone lit a cigarette.
I’ll never forget the look on my mom’s face when her friend it up a cigarette. 😂🤣 Well I busted a gut laughing which made my mom laugh.

Later when my mom whined about the incident I let her know that if she doesn’t want people smoking at her house then not to put out the ashtrays. 🤣 I’d forgotten about that memory until this thread.

It was something we laughed about many times later😊
 
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hmm, i used to get stinking drunk when i was younger. i never participated in drugs. and to this day i have a drink occasionally.
 
I never liked to go to parties, even as a child or a teen. In my teenage years though, I did 'party' with a few friends, either hanging out at their house, going to concerts, or chillin' in the park. I'm a child of the '60s, so I drank and smoked a bit, etc. My friends and I were always cool, and didn't overdo or get into any trouble. Ahhh....good times, good memories. ☮ Never too old to 'party' and have a few laughs. :cool:
 
I was a Sailor, of course I partied. Especially between the ages of 20 and 30 when I actually started to grow up. Pulling into a Port in someplace like South America after being at sea for 45 days was always wild. Hawaii always had a party going on and I worked in the shipyard for four years with a bunch of party animals. Always booze, never pot.

The Navy started to crack down on drinking in the early 70's, and I got picked up for Warrant Officer and had to become a model citizen.
 
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You know you've partied a bit too much, when;

You wake up in yer clawfoot tub
the water is ice cold
and yer skin looks like a dried prune
(that was me, in a dive apartment, in Houston....had to bail my buddy outa jail the next day
.....started out at The Cellar Club off the square.....musta been good)

You know you've partied a bit too much, when;

You wake up in yer own bed, sometime the next day
Yer face feels like a glazed donut
You look at what's laying on yer arm
You hear an involuntary scream/gasp emanating from yer larynx
...from seeing the bald, one armed being/thing under yer right arm
You consider chewing that arm off, (than waken 'her') to escape yer own personal Crying Game
Finding comfort under some bridge down at the bayou
Staring back at staring hobos

Next day, getting well, at yer favorite watering hole, folks tell you how much fun you had
 
In Australia most times 'let's party' or 'we're havin' a barby' (barbeque/barbecue)
means an excess of alcohol usually beer and lots of drunks vomiting everywhere
Smoking who knows what although street drugs are still illegal here
Then some a**e-hole picks a fight and it turns into a free for all
I always left when I could see this scenario developing
 
Oh Forgot about Tijuana! When we got over the border into the states, we girls got up off the floor and saw bullet holes in the back window and 50 motorcycle cops stopped behind us at the border. We girls got to get a police car ride home but they arrested the boys.
You might call that night a little wild!
 
Had I invested my money spent on party favors.....
I would probably have enough money....
that my Butlers Butler would be Donald Trump!!!!
 

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