Party at my House?

Last week I was left in charge of looking after my parent’s house. So immediately, in my mind I saw wild parties and waking up with Charlie (our rather elephant-sized dog) on my bed, spray-painted blue and wearing a party hat wondering why the hell her water bowl tasted like vodka.

In reality it was far more different. Firstly, I happened to choose the worst weekend in the world to house sit because everyone who wasn’t already going to a 21^st party, was stuck in the bib/SS stressing themselves half to death and back about tests, exams or projects. Secondly, I happened to forget that Gordon’s Bay is too far from Stellies to justify coming round for a one night jol but too close to justify an all weekend piss up. And last, but not least, I forgot to take into account that my mom is damn terrifying and that any party would have resulted in my immediate death.

So instead, what happened was that the ‘ever responsible’ Kat spent her weekend walking Charlie on the beach, watching TV and trying desperately to stop myself from raiding my step-dad’s wine cellar. In other words, it was a bit of a fail. And to make matters worse, the wind in Gordon’s Bay is so insanely crazy that I nearly lost the world’s biggest dog on the beach as even she struggled to keep her feet on the ground.

Oh, and I nearly left out the worst part; our house has a ghost!

Well, I actually don’t believe in ghosts but there is definitely something spooky happening in that house. Apart from it having a billion rooms that are all dark and shadowy and could easily house several ghosts (provided they existed), it is also rumoured that the house used to be a convent. Now I’m sorry but graveyards, churches and convents have got to be the spookiest places in the world!

So there I was, alone in this terrifying house with a guard dog that, whilst being big and scary, is actually a glorified teddy bear and I am not supposed to leave!  

Anyways, after spooking myself out to the point where sleep was no longer an option, I decided to explore a little and find the source of all these creepy noises and creaks. What a bad idea!!! You know that stupid blonde chick in all horror movies that goes looking for trouble? That is what I was doing and I could feel my brain swearing at me all the while. I couldn’t believe it when I finally got upstairs to my mom’s bedroom when suddenly I heard this major crash coming from downstairs.

I have never run so fast in my entire life! It took me two seconds to get downstairs, into my room, Charlie at my side and the door locked, screaming for dear life!

I woke up the next morning thinking, “What an idiot!”

So after three nights of trauma, my parents finally came home. All I wanted was a hug and some serious loving and I feel that after house sitting while they spent the weekend on the beach with my super cool aunt that I deserved a little snuggle and some love.

The reality is that I ended up unpacking the car while my mom made my sister a veg curry! The good news is that I will be trusted to house sit again, and this is just a warning mom, but we are going to go wild!!! Party at my house anyone??