My uncle used to have interesting parties. He owned an auto body shop and he would host a party annually in the garage. As a teen it was pretty cool to see retired judges, off duty cops, and prostitutes (supposedly off duty) and relatives all socializing and having a good time with a live band. It really opened my eyes to a different side of my mother when at one of these parties I was being persued by a cougar. My mother could see what was going on and her advice to me was to, "go for it". My mother and I had a different relationship after that night.
My own parties (back in my 20s) were somewhat crazy in that they always ended in people getting naked. Not always sex, but it just became the norm that as the night went on, more clothing was shed until most everyone was naked. We only had the police show up a couple times and learned the best way fix this was to warn all the neighbours in advance that we were having a party. After that, they stopped calling the cops.
A bunch of us got to bathe in blood at one of our parties. A guy sliced his foot open on a piece of metal in our yard and he was too drunk to notice before he jumped in the hot tub. When he did notice fifteen minutes later he was rushed to hospital due to the amount of blood he had lost. When we checked the hottub in the morning the water was pink.
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