It’s hard for me sometimes to believe that I graduated high
school 25 years ago, despite the little reminders I keep getting. These
reminders include arthritis, silver hair at my temples, a supreme dislike for
kids with their asses hanging out of their pants, and watching my classmates
freak out as their kids start college or deploy the Afghanistan. I’d still
rather listen to songs that came out in the summer of ’87 than what gets
churned out by 99% of today’s artists, who probably weren’t even born yet when
I graduated.
That said, I keep wondering if either I was a complete
no-life in school or Hollywood has a somewhat skewed idea of what a high school
party is. Either I never got invited to these insanely huge epic shindigs, or
they simply did not exist, at least not at my high school of 450 kids in
coastal Maine.
I did go to one party while I was in the Army, stationed at
Fort Riley, that was a college party at someone’s townhouse near the campus of
Kansas State University. I’m not sure how me and my buddy Jim got wind of this
party since we didn’t really know any college people, and by & large the
college kids eschewed inviting Army types (especially Army cops) to their
events. There was maybe 45 people there when we arrived. The music sucked. The
people sucked. The lack of any munchies whatsoever sucked. Having to pony up
five bucks to the beer fund for a cliche red Solo cup and keg access sucked. So,
when no one was looking, we unscrewed the beer tap, stole it, and left the
party via the side gate in the fence instead of through the house. My guess is
the party ended soon thereafter.
Prior to that, while in Germany I went to a basement party
in town at a local friend’s place with maybe 25 people, a buffet table, and
lots of beer. Nothing got out of hand, the music was never loud, and nothing
got broken, as the basement was in the friend’s parents’ house and his Mutter
und Vater were upstairs watching TV in their living room. It was a very polite
affair, unlike the one time I tried to host a New Year’s Eve party at my own
place in Germany to celebrate the coming of the 90s….Maybe 12 people, too much
alcohol, and I think I set my arm on fire making a flamethrower out of a can of
Binaca breath spray.
But back to high school…..
I simply never saw, or even heard about through the
grapevine, about these epic parties held in someone’s huge, lavish,
multi-level, 5+ bedroom McMansion with detached pool house, with 100 to 200
“guests” (invited or not), music to rival Lollapalooza, unlimited fountains of
beer & liquor, and neighbors who are either deaf or ungodly understanding.
Almost everyone at the party is incredibly gorgeous, unless it furthers the plotline to be less attractive. All manner of disparate social groups attend and get along perfectly in Party Utopia. The house gets trashed to the point where Servicemaster would need a week and
$10,000 to clean it up, yet the place is immaculate by the time the parents get
back from Jakarta or Paris or some other exotic locale. And, of course, the
cops, if they ever even get called, don’t show up till 4AM when it’s all just
about over.
Seriously...whose yard is the size of a stadium? |
Just look at any of the parties found in Hollywood teen
films from the 80s till now….
Sixteen Candles had a big party at Jake’s. Can’t Hardly Wait
was one big party gone wrong. The big get together at Steff’s estate in Pretty
in Pink. The party in She’s All That. The big party in 10 Things I Hate About
You. The Halloween party in Mean Girls. The
big party in Clueless. All of House Party…1, 2, and 3. The party in Say
Anything. The party in Superbad. The party in Risky Business. A giant rave in
Freddy vs Jason no less. There was a big teen party in Uncle Buck. The epic
bash at Stiffler’s in American Pie. The crazed lake party in American Reunion.
And, of course, the party to end all parties, Project X.
Jake's house in Sixteen Candles |
10 Things I Hate About You |
House Party |
Can't Hardly Wait |
Mean Girls |
Superbad |
Project X |
Sure, it makes for some amusing entertainment, but…and there’s
always a but. It fuels adolescent bad judgement into A) expecting teen parties
to be like this, B) entices goofballs
with bad judgement to try & pull off parties like this, C) invariably
disappoints when the Epic Party fails.
Most learn from this & move on. Some kids have a harder
head and just try & emulate it in college (college party movies are just as
insane). Then they emulate the bachelor parties. Then they end up broke, single, and in rehab.
And some kids just grow old and second guess their teen
years wondering if they actually did miss something.
It's a party at Stiffler's! |
4 comments:
You are spot on!
You've got 10 years on me, but I must say I feel the same way!
Joel...I think you were *at* the party in my place....I burned the hair off my arm chasing Jim Self around!
didn't you spray binaca in your eye one time while out drinking with me?
That's a high probability....sad to say.
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