First time you hosted your own party

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Well that's Christmas over for another year, I hope you all have a great break over the holidays. Personally, we caught one of the usual bugs that go around at that time of year and it floored us. It seems that bugs just wait for us to get ready to go on holiday and just as our bodies start to relish the relaxation that's coming, wham, it hits you.

So, lots of parties cancelled which was a shame. It leads me nicely into the next "first memory" of a friend of mine. Do you remember the first time you hosted your own party? Were you lucky enough have a birthday party when you were young? Perhaps if was your eighteenth and drinking was legal (in the UK anyway) so lots of fun stories and memories came from that? Maybe, like my friend, you were younger?

Its my thirteenth!

“It was the biggest and bestest party I ever had. I was 13 going on 14. The news of it spread like wildfire, people telling other people in town. It was riotous, absolutely riotous. There was hundreds of people there.

My Mum had hired a function room in a club and they cancelled the booking a week before because they couldn’t handle the function. I was devastated thinking it was all off. Fortunately she managed to get another venue for it for the same weekend.

There were about 240 people there. They were snogging, fighting, dancing, sweating, and probably having sex, who knows. You couldn’t see everyone, although there were good few people that I didn’t really know well at all. You know, those above you at school and such like. But I didn’t care, it was my party and I made sure they knew it!

I got lots of presents too. The one I remember most was my first 12 inch record – it was Sheena Easton’s “Nine to Five”.

At this point in the story she sings to me:....

“My man he takes the morning train......and then he takes it back again”.

I thought it was great, I loved that party!”