Dear Mom and Dad --
I thought that it was time to come clean.
In the summer of 1982, you guys went off to Germany for two weeks. You left Neil and I home alone.
I had just graduated from high school and, well, we decided to have some friends over and things might have gotten a bit out of hand. Before you get too concerned, I'll tell you that nobody died. Also, I don't think that the police were there more than once while you were away.
You see, it started with just a few people and then word got out in school and one person told another, who told another, etc. There were people there that we didn't even know. The jocks were there, the heads were there, the preppies even came. Just about every high school demographic was represented. It's fair to say that things got a bit out of control.
Unfortunately, we decided to have this "little" affair just a day or two before your return. There wasn't nearly enough time to clean up.
We got all the obvious stuff. The beer bottles and cans, liquor bottles, cigarette butts, puke off the obvious places, but we just didn't get it all.
I couldn't believe somebody had the gall to break all of the eggs in the fridge. I think that was our undoing. Mom, you found all the egg that went back behind the bottles in the door. I don't remember what excuse I gave you, but you weren't buying. It was pretty bad. Somebody else turned our basketball net from horizontal to vertical. Can't believe that they did that.
Since you're headed off to Europe for the first time since then for a much deserved vacation, I thought it was time to spill my guts. Have a great time. . . and thanks for the keys to the house!