have you ever stolen something from a party?

And replaced it with milk + laxatives.

I didn't like the person who's party it was, and they had been spreading scurillous rumours about me.

The plot was successful.

And if after-parties at clubs count, well just read that one recent thread where I yelled at Momus a lot.

My answer: at house parties, nothing. EVER. If I'm an overnight guest by accident, I'll avail myself of the shampoo if showering the next morning, and maybe a scoosh of moisturiser, for needs-must reasons. At launches at chic venues, I have variously had ashtrays and a Grolsch-top water bottle from the Groucho, plus a fair few things used to hold fairy lights stolen from a Razorfish party.

I used to have a lot of very big parties and the two things I hated were:

1. When people brought bottles of gin and then drank all the vodka, leaving me with gin, which I don't drink.
2. When people would eat all of the food out of my fridge, leaving me with nothing to eat the day after the party.

Oh wait, I also always hated it when people put their cigarettes out on my carpet and when they went to sleep in my bed so I had to sleep on the floor. Nasty.

I wouldn't steal anything except like tampons or something and I'd tell the host anyway. I think someone nicked a quarter bag from me once though. :(((((

Serves me right, really.

I've lost 3(!) copies of Dr Dre's 'The Chronic' to revellers over the years.

um, why would she have a party and not have free beer and weed?

On the flipside, someone smashed the shit out of my 36 Chambers cd. Fuck, just steal the thing don't destroy it!

I think the point was that she was providing beer and weed to the party's attendees, and they were just ripping it all off and leaving (instead of consuming it there).

I lost a Daft Punk CD at a later house party.

Ive had a party where an invited friend invited 4 friends of hers I didnt know/invite, and they walked in and made a beeline for the most expensive booze on the table (the Cointreau) and started sculling it. I told my friend bluntly to ask them to leave or she could leave too. She got pissed off and took them with her and left.

Other than that Ive thankfully never had shitty parties, I couldnt imagine a bash where people I barely knew might turn up and do things like take advantage of someones generosity to drink everything/smoke everything/tell everyone else to come do same/leave.

What fucked up dicks do this shit? I hate humanity.

I've given parties since early teen-dom and never, ever had anything stolen or destroyed. I've even had friends carry on at a party that I was giving, but I got called away to the air port.

When I came home, they had tidied up the entire place, put away the left overs and started the dish washer...leaving a nice note signed by all.

Now, that's what I call F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

I don't invite any one into my home that I wouldn't write a recommendation to an employer.

sorry about that. it was a long long time ago

A friend walked out of a party at a loft from which we were booted for not being fancy enough with five liters of Absolut. On the F train we got pally with "Hollywood" and his "wifey" over the vodka, who turned out to be a big help carrying my friend home, but made themselves scarce at the end of the evening when an ambulance carted said friend off to the hospital.

I've never stolen anything at a party except booze. This is the sort of thing that I can't understand how people could live with themselves after doing.

That said, I went through a phase (when my dad went through his phase of deciding he didn't have to pay bills any more and we had no heat or hot water) when I used to go to parties, lock myself in the bathroom and take a shower. I might use a little bit of shampoo or soap or whatever kind of washing product they had lying around. But it's borrowing rather than stealing if you put it back afterwards. I hope!

I suppose it does seem a little odd in retrospect, but I already had a reputation for being a complete nutter among my friends.

That first line is giving me the giggles. It's like you had an addiction a la "I carried a razor everywhere, in case I happened upon some coke"

I swear! I used to do the same thing while we were on tour. I had this habit of picking up groupies or a member of the support band, seducing them and making them take me back to their flat, then I'd lock myself in their bathroom for the night. Lord knows what kind of drug-addled debauchery they thought I was getting up to in there, when really I was in a frenzy of sniffing their shampoo ("Oh my god, Body Shop shower gel, oh YES!") and chucking around bath bombs and using up all their hot water.

These things are important when you're trapped in a tourvan with sweaty rock boys and girls!

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The CD was Spilt Milk by Jellyfish. I still have it.

Once someone tried to steal money out of my wallet at a party. I was half lying on the couch dozing off, and I woke up cause the chain attaching my wallet to my belt suddenly jerked. I opened the one eye that wasn't smashed into a couch cushion and saw some guy opening my wallet and looking for cash. I don't even think there was anything in my wallet, but it pissed me off so much I jumped up to yell at the guy and in the process accidentally kneed him in the face and bloodied his nose. Then I was all like "Yeah! Don't fuck with me!"

I also stole an old rake once, and used it to drunkenly smash a string of lightbulbs near a construction site.

I don't know why I kept taking tidy-ing tools.