Well, summer after High School, I decided to have a party while my parents were away. It was pretty big... we didn't really plan on it getting that big. Things started off alright... (no names have been changed, as to not protect the uninnocent.)
We got a keg. I think Keith faked his ID, or they never asked. I don't remember. We also mixed up some trashcan punch. So, we think we had the beverages covered.
We locked the doors, and Bill and I were the only ones with keys. We figured that the guys could piss outside, and well, if the girls were cute, one of us could escort them inside. Everybody was to stay in the backyard, which was big, and had various foliage all the way around, to conceal the hundreds of underage drinkers inside.
At one point, we ran out of beer. Keith had to go back and get another keg.
The music was provided by Dave, who was in my bedroom with 2 CD players, a turntable, a tape deck, a mixing board and a microphone. Oh, yeah, and 4 speakers on the roof of the patio. Playing loudly.
Did I mention that my house was on the same street as the police station, which was about 8 blocks away? And, that the city border was one block away? And that the cops usually drove by my back yard as often as every 15 minutes?
Somehow, the cops showed up. I was inside, hitting on a girl who was not my girlfriend, when keith grabs me and says "Cops! Let's run!" If I had not been tipsy, I probably would have realized I was in my own house, and therefore had responsibility for the whole thing. So I ran.
We walked around the block, and came past Bill talking to the cops. He says, "I don't know where Mike is..."
Eventually, we went to the police station, and I told them it was my house, but I wasn't there when they showed up. They didn't arrest or cite me, they just said that my parents would find out. Not sure if they ever did.
When we got back, there were 6 of my friends upstairs, chairs circling the keg, at the perfect tap hose length radius. So I joined them, and drank some more. Turns out they hid the keg in the elevator (yeah, it was a big house) while most of the others hid in the attic. 2 of my friends had relatives that were cops and they would have gotten a lifetime of shit for getting caught. Oh, yeah, and there was a bit of the marijuana smoking, post-party. We got Dave to eat the roach.
Cleanup - in addition to the 2 kegs, people brought their own beer. I took in the empty beer cans and collected about $35 in Michigan's $.10 can deposit for my troubles. So, about 350 cans of beer in the backyard. Not bad. Since everybody was outside, cleaning up wasn't that big of a deal.
And, like I said, I'm not sure if my parents ever found out. I had the luxury of having 3 older brothers, who had all had parties before me. So I'm sure my parents had seen it all before. In my yearbook, one of my friends sister wrote something like "Did you ever get in trouble for that mega-bash at your house? It was totally kick ass!!!"
My dad read that and said, "Who's Leslie?"
"Um, Brian's sister."
He just nodded.