Quotes About House Party

When I worked for the BBC, what I was paid to do 'House Party' was all over the tabloid press, there was no privacy there.

She knew that in every part of her being. Even if she lost her head and followed her most reckless impulses . . . she could trust him to stop whenever she wished. The thought that exploded into her head next was life-changing. If a yellow-haired Prussian came to a country house party hosted by Jeremy . . . she would never leave him. Never. Perhaps she would have fled marriage with Thaddeus, but never Jeremy.

If I could get bands to come and play in my house, I'd like that.

The girls were both high school seniors, both pretty in that coltish way. The one sitting on the corner of his old bed—the one he had met for the first time an hour ago—was named Erin. Myron had started dating Erin's mother, a widow and freelance magazine writer named Ali Wilder, two months ago. This party, here at the house Myron had grown up in and now owned, was something of a "coming out" party for Myron and Ali as a couple. The

It makes the situation bloom with a seductive, ephemeral intimacy, like they're the last people left awake at a house party, caught up in a conversation that won't count tomorrow morning.

My older sister was into grime, so she got me into it. When I was ten, I begged her to take me to my first house party, where there were decks and a mic. I ended up falling asleep standing up in the corner.

I get nervous cooking for our little house party barbecues. I'm very insecure with my cooking. I tend to throw things away that I'm scared of serving, even though they might be great.

I DJ'd my first pirate station from a house I broke into in Haringey.

Joy had never before been to a university party where there were no drinks, and her immediate reaction was that she just couldn't find it, that there was a bar somewhere in the house where a nice young man in a white jacket was pouring out Bloody Marys, but that no one would tell her where it was.

The house party was collected in the ballroom already, and carraiges were arriving from all the great houses of the neighbourhood. The Pemberley ballroom was fully equal to such gathering, and it looked its most beautiful, with hundreds of wax-candles sparkling in the great crystal chabdeliers, tge polished floor gleaming in readiness for the dance, and the holly decorations hanging in festoons from the walls, making a most festive Christmas appearance.

I had a birthday party with my family and friends at a house, and Chipotle catered. It was beautiful.