When we were underage, a house party was the coolest thing to go to, because obviously there was no where else you could get blind drunk. It was cheap, we could pass out wherever the hell we liked and we wouldn’t get denied because our shirt didn’t have a collar.
When you turn 18, clubbing seems totally awesome. There’s an actual dance floor, cool lights, heaps of people you haven’t seen everyday of your life and an actual DJ. But once you do it every weekend for two months in a row, it gets a bit tiring. Besides, can clubbing really beat a crazy, messy house party?
This is house party vs clubbing in the ultimate battle of drunken fun.
Music
When you go clubbing, the music is mixed by an actual DJ and they have cool new stuff, but with the mixes on Sound Cloud and those that can be downloaded illegally (me? never!) you can actually have your own DJ just on your iPod. Plus you can add any oldies that everyone loves.
Drinks
House parties wins this one hands down. Paying $30 for a bottle of vodka and a bottle of lemonade, or buying up to ten vodka lemonades for $7 each. Twice the vodka for half the cost. Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner! Besides, I’d rather mix my own drinks than have some overpaid underachieving bartender put my vodka lemonade in a tall glass without a piece of lemon.
People
Clubbing is great because you always see people you don’t know when you’re out. But if all of your friends go clubbing every weekend to the same place, you might as well just have a house party and save the money, time and foot pain. Yeah, it’s great to hook up with someone new and never have to see them again, but if you drink enough, you won’t remember hooking up with the same person every weekend anyway.
Passing Out
An obvious winner. I like passing out in someone’s sink/bathroom/bed/lounge room/garden. Anywhere at a house is better than in a club. This also puts less burden on your friends because they can leave you and collect you the next day instead of having to drag your ass home.
Getting Home
For me, the city is about an hour away if you drive and about an hour and a half with public transport. Don’t even get me started on the night rider.
Food
Yes, I do want to eat my Big Mac on the dance floor. This can only happen at house parties or the middle of Kings Cross McDonald’s. No that doesn’t count as a club.
Let’s face it guys, we all know that crazier events and memories happen at house parties. Why am I even pretending to compare them?
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