Then the party got wild. Ice cubes from the cokes slid down people's backs and were also thrown. Sam had a cool new album with "Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dooley" on it. Sam and Phil and I went upstairs and talked with Mr. and Mrs. Meeks. We came back and our dates were kind of pissed. We managed to get friendly again and danced a little more. People began leaving so I called Dad and we took everybody home. I went to bed sick to my stomach and tired, tired, tired.