Believe it or not I remember parties kind of like that. We played twister instead of making hats and listened to Bill Cosby’s Chicken Heart, so sang but not in four part harmony. Ofcourse they were church parties designed to keep us out of the backseats of cars, but they were fun. We could always use the backseats after the parties. It’s not easy to out- smart a hormonal teenager.NK
Oh My GodThat was hilarious.They made hats…HATS??And they drank Hot Chocolate?And the singing, Oh My God.Hee hee.And how rude my friends are. They never leave after we’ve eaten, but stay and drink alcohol till the wee small hours.I am so ashamed.
“…a carnival designed for gay entertainment…”Man, I love things that challenge our stodgy stereotypes of the 50’s. Too bad they only gave a straight party as an example (though I think those three female friends might have had some ‘after party’ going on).
Hell, I’ve been to parties like that here. My boss used to love the who am I game, once I found out I was Ozzie Osborne and it took me forever to guess it. I’m glad I retired so I don’t have to go to the parties anymore.
Dad: now I know what we are doing at Christmas!!!!Chadness: I think they had a pre party as well.Jo: I know your shame, I live it… whatever shall we do with our horrid friends?Imperceptible: And I don’t care.M: I think it has something to do with how she goes in for the apples though…Julie: I think that’s how margie got a reputation ;)Mom: Did you hear? We’re having party games at Christmas!
I wonder if I could get one of those hats on ebay? I love “a little more spontaneous unplanned fun” don’t you? Excuse me, it’s time to leave. Thank you so much for a wonderful time here on your blog.
CamiKaos 
Believe it or not I remember parties kind of like that. We played twister instead of making hats and listened to Bill Cosby’s Chicken Heart, so sang but not in four part harmony. Ofcourse they were church parties designed to keep us out of the backseats of cars, but they were fun. We could always use the backseats after the parties. It’s not easy to out- smart a hormonal teenager.NK
I like the apples on strings… and so does Margie.
Hee hee,Margie probably got knocked up at a young age and sent to a convent. . .
It’s official. My next party we’re singing Jimmy Crack Corn! It’ll be great!
Oh My GodThat was hilarious.They made hats…HATS??And they drank Hot Chocolate?And the singing, Oh My God.Hee hee.And how rude my friends are. They never leave after we’ve eaten, but stay and drink alcohol till the wee small hours.I am so ashamed.
“…a carnival designed for gay entertainment…”Man, I love things that challenge our stodgy stereotypes of the 50’s. Too bad they only gave a straight party as an example (though I think those three female friends might have had some ‘after party’ going on).
Hell, I’ve been to parties like that here. My boss used to love the who am I game, once I found out I was Ozzie Osborne and it took me forever to guess it. I’m glad I retired so I don’t have to go to the parties anymore.
Dad: now I know what we are doing at Christmas!!!!Chadness: I think they had a pre party as well.Jo: I know your shame, I live it… whatever shall we do with our horrid friends?Imperceptible: And I don’t care.M: I think it has something to do with how she goes in for the apples though…Julie: I think that’s how margie got a reputation ;)Mom: Did you hear? We’re having party games at Christmas!
Oh my god I am SO there
Do you think Mississippi State College still has a Home Education Department? That would be swell.We could invite the whole gang.
I wonder if I could get one of those hats on ebay? I love “a little more spontaneous unplanned fun” don’t you? Excuse me, it’s time to leave. Thank you so much for a wonderful time here on your blog.
That is exactly how I plan my parties!Well, except for the sex, drugs and rock n roll.But still. We do use our manners, afterall.
So, did Steve get to hook up? They left out the best part!