I so do not want to be Rachael Brown, age 17. (Okay, I so do not ever
want to be 17 again for any reason, but that's beside the point.)
Nor do I want to be her parents, who are faced with a $40,000 bill
after Rachael's party, advertised on her MySpace page, got out of hand.
Rachael claims her MySpace site was hacked (and I believe her, poor kid) and
that she attempted to bolt the door when hundreds of alcohol-soaked
people began pouring into her house, unexpected and unannounced, but she was unable to stop the tide.
Rachael
was going to clean up the mess the next day, thinking that she had a
few days before her parents returned from their vacation (is anybody
else thinking "Risky Business" here?), but instead went into hiding
when she found out they were due home any minute. As a result she was
unable to save them from a major "ohmygod" moment when they walked in
and found the self-described "house rape": mom's wedding dress was
urinated on, urine and vomit was everywhere, clothing and jewelry was
stolen, ceiling light fixtures were ripped down from being swung on
(and here I thought that was so cliche), and there were numerous
cigarette burns in the carpet.
Dude! That's quite a party.
Police are investigating the MySpace hack claim, and meanwhile
Rachael's parents have moved out of the house while it's being
professionally cleaned. Rachael's hanging at some undisclosed location
and published an apology to her parents in her local paper.
Either possible actual scenario here is interesting:
a. Rachael's a total liar and she was swinging on the chandeliers with the rest of them, or
b. She spent an anguished worst-nightmare-come-true night watching her house be totally trashed, wracked with guilt.
I'm thinking "b", but then I'm pretty much an optimist. What's your vote?
