We had one of "those parties."

I lived in a house with 6 other guys for two years during a bit of a rougher time of my life. I had left my scholarship in one college to be closer to home (and after those two years I eventually wised up and went back and finished my degree at the original college).

Anyway, we knew that we were going to have a party because we always did. We were surrounded by frats and sorority houses on the main college row, but surprisingly it was usually fairly calm (yea, right). So we tell our group of friends we were having a low-key redneck themes party...couldn't have told more then 10 people. So fast forward a bit to the planning phase and since we lived in a town that was known for having farms and slaughter houses, we picked up a few bails of hay and used them to prop up a door for a beerpong table located in the kitchen of the top floor, and another few downstairs for random decor.

So a few hours pass as we play beerpong with some of our friends...and then the music starts. Loud music coming from downstairs, but it was no big deal considering half of us lived down there and we all had speakers capable of booming. But as we played a bit more the music changed...it was now unusually clear for having to travel out of a room, down the hall, through the living room and up the stairs to us. My first thought was that one of our guys (who had the best system) brought it into the living room.

That is when I get the phone call. I look at my phone and see it is the guy I was thinking of, lets call him 'C.'

C: "Dude! come to the party man! You are missing out! I tried calling everyone else but they didn't answer."

Me: "I'm at our party here, where did you go?"

C: "What do you mean? I'm downstairs! Come downstairs!"

So I stopped our small pong game and told the rest of the guys that C was downstairs...so we all made our way down.

I have never been so fucking dumbfounded in my life. Our house was full...and I mean FULL of people. There were strobe lights, lazers AND A FUCKING DJ BOOTH. I'm not kidding, the 'university celeb' DJ brought his stuff and set it up in our god damn living room. As all of us were now standing on the stairs, exposed and above this packed rave the DJ cuts the music, everyone boos at first, but we see C standing there with him. They are both pointing at us and the DJ says over a mic "ITS THE REST OF THE HOMEOWNERS!" The crowd goes fucking insane. Cheers, trashing dances, chants...The DJ said "let them come to the booth" and they all somehow parted like the red sea. They were all high-fiving us, slapping our asses, patting shoulders, giving us bottles and cups as we made our way through them.

Come to find out the DJ was a friend of C's that he met the previous weekend. He invited him over and asked him to bring his set...but the DJ also put out a massive FB invite for a redneck party at MY HOUSE. We had no idea this was going on downstairs...and even though there is no door separating the two floors only a handful of bros came up to see about pong, and being a party house we didn't think twice about a passing troop of bruhs looking to pong it up (all of our personal doors are thick and bolt locked, so security was never an issue).

The party raged on, cops even came but the mod downstairs had put up blankets over the windows and used the couch to block the front door to prevent any unwanted openings to the street. The backdoor was in an alley with our large deck overhanging it, and the amount of kids piled into the alley smoking and waiting to get in prevented any interference. It raged and raged...

Those college parties you see in movies where everyone is dancing, girls are showing their tits, people doing kegstands, crazy stuff happening...that never actually happens in real life, but this was the closest I have ever seen. The best part, aside form getting drunk and laid, was that NOTHING GOT BROKEN. No fights. No theft. The bastards even helped clean up in the waning moments of it all...

tldnr? The biggest party of the year was happening under my feet, in my own house, and I didn't even know until about 2 hours in.