Considering that I haven’t been to a real college party, I wouldn’t have much trouble telling my mom about any party that I have been to. Assuming that I did, I would of course try showing her that I am the wonderful, nice kid that she raised. I would omit details like how many drinks I had, what drugs I tried, how many girls I hit on, how many guys I kissed (I thought they were girls with Adam’s apples), and how often I scored. I would probably stick to details such as how many wonderful, decent people I met there, how many new friends I made, what the place was like, and what we ate, and what board games we enjoyed before heading home at 9:45 pm to get a good night’s sleep.
To my friends, I would mention all the details that I omitted with mom. I would even think about making up some details (like how I drenched myself in alcohol, set myself on fire, only to find out the pool had no water in it, and then this girl took off her fire proof robe and wrapped it around me and saved my life, and told me how hot she thought it was) just to appeal to them a bit more, but I probably wouldn’t. They know when I’m lying (as if my mom doesn’t!).
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