We don't take hits...

I was just thinking- we were drinking this weekend and it made me remember what it was like to drink when we were all underage. It was stressful, but it was so much better sometimes. First you'd have to find someone to buy you the alcohol, cuz none of us have any older brothers or sisters. Once we found someone willing, you had to hope they'd go through with it and do it quickly, cuz we needed it now. Then you overpaid for cheap vodka and wine coolers. But once we had it, the party really started. We had a hideaway, really just my grandmom's house that was always vacant at night because she worked, where we would start drinking the second the door closed behind us. We partied hard, always knowing that at any moment my grandmother could walk in on a few dozen people she didn't know drunk in her house. It just was so much more dangerous, it made the experience more fun. The idea of the cops being called and losing our licenses for underage drinking didn't stop us from running around the streets half-naked/completely naked(for some people) and yelling at the top of our lungs. It never happened though, the police never stopped by. Doing beer bongs of smirnoff twisted green apple and hiding how much it burned our throats just so we didn't look lame. Then, the inevitable clean-up. There couldn't be any bottles, labels or bottle-caps anywhere at all. They all had to be picked up and disposed of before the sun came up and while we were all still drunk. The next morning saw all of us asleep, usually at one persons house that we walked to, and all of our cars strategically hidden around the block from my grandmom's. As the afternoon came, we'd awake and go to retrieve our cars, waiting until my grandmom went to work again....