We’ll drink their rich liquor, try to pretend that we belong to the same school that has the future prime minister and parliament members in the making and then piss off to nurse a hangover.ĭan forgot to mention a tiny detail about the location of the party. When Dan said it’s party night - right before the bugger sneaked off - I thought we’ll crash in one of the popular ‘royals’ houses.
However, this is on a whole different level. There are even butlers serving drunk teenagers more drinks than they need.
The vaulted ceilings and the sweeping stairs only add to how ridiculously grandiose this place is - even for Royal Elite’s level. Golden arcs decorate the entrance all the way to the massive lounge area. Okay, that was lame, but I kind of insert the Vikings in any similes I make. To say the place is huge would be like saying the Vikings are tiny. When Dan and I walked inside, I had to double-check and see if we were somehow trespassing into the queen’s holiday mansion and if I should tell her majesty that I saw the drunk captain of the rugby team piss in her pool. AKA the mother of all freaking parties in Royal Elite. However, the sneaky wanker chose the party. Since Dan is part of the football team, I expected him to take me to their usual thing - not that I know what that is, but I had an idea it’d be in some posh house in London. He’s into drama and all that jazz.īut I promised him I’d attend one party before the summer starts. Spoiler alert, don’t believe anything Dan says. Now, I’m not that much of a fun-ruiner, although my best friend Dan would say otherwise.
Not to be dramatic, although I probably am, this place is like my worst nightmare wrapped in super-expensive watered down alcohol. Travel Insurance in Germany: A Complete OverviewĪlcohol, drunk teenagers, and thumping music.
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