The Rewards of Your Debs Night

mikemac1 wrote: »

Debs? That's Dub talk

Known as the grad around these parts. Midlands

no it's not! It's known as the debs in Mullingar and always has been. The grad is your event at the end of the school year before the leaving cert!

Lots of speed and baileys.

Red Hand wrote: »

Didn't go. Didn't miss anything.

Same here. Trying to survive a night with the company of whom I despised at the end of secondary school, and paying for the privilege? No thanks.

Last year there was some young fella also of African descent trying to break into my house at some odd hour of the morning, but luckily I noticed while reaching for the bata and the mobile that he was wearing a tuxedo.

Considering it unlikely that he was the next Bond getting into character, although he couldn't be much worse than that Craig lad, it turned out to be the next door neighbours son who thought he was getting into his own house plastered drunk after his debs. I offered to let him sleep it off on the couch but he eventually got his sister to let him in by calling her on my phone.

The moral of the story is don't get your hopes up, don't take it seriously, and go easy on the sauce. The whole thing is a bit silly really.

EarthlyPangaea wrote: »

Same here. Trying to survive a night with the company of whom I despised at the end of secondary school, and paying for the privilege? No thanks.

You sound like a right laugh.

Every time without fail one of these comes up someone chimes in with how every one to a man from their old school was a tosser. You cant help but wonder who the real cock was. I personally liked the school mob alot more than the college mob, generally.

Storminateacup wrote: »

My debs was unreal. Broke up with the boyfriend during the leaving and brought my best friend, who I vaugly recall him trying to sober me up with a breakfast roll.

Waste of time as I was hammered by dinner.

Didn't get the ride cause like, eww, but did end up losing an expensive white gold ring, a finger nail, corsage and my shoes. Daniel carried me off the bus and my mother undressed me when I got home cause I was wrote off.

Good times

So he didn't fancy you, then.

Father Damo wrote: »

You sound like a right laugh.

Every time without fail one of these comes up someone chimes in with how every one to a man from their old school was a tosser. You cant help but wonder who the real cock was. I personally liked the school mob alot more than the college mob, generally.

I made good friends at college.

Problem is, almost everyone else in my class in secondary school didn't seem to give a toss about anyone else either. The class I was in sundered completely for some reason. Sixth year had far too much drama for my liking. Some of these people still hold deep grudges against each other today ffs. All over trivial stuff that happened years ago and should be forgotten.

You're describing your school and college people-you-hung-out-with as "mobs". Looks like you had to start slumming it because your betters didn't like you. Not a reason to be smug.