And then there are those REALLY dumb things you do...
Okay, so my window...just fell out my window. To clarify, I mean one of the pains of glass just fell outside and smashed.
My father's first question was, "Well, what happened to the storm window?" I can't exactly say, 'Uhm...well, there was one night I was drunk in my room, and wanted to sneak out, and decided it would be a good idea to cut the screen of the storm window so I could do so, and have since used it to sneak in and out of the house on various occasions.' So I said, "Uhm...what?" He said, "You know...the storm window...with the screen on it." I said, "OH...that. Oh uhm...I cut that." It didn't seem to sink in at first, "You did what?" In my 'why does this seem so odd to you?' tone I said, "I cut it...so I could climb in the window to unlock the door last night, because when I got home at 12:40 last night...you and Angy were in bed, and instead of waking you up...we thought we should climb in the window..and uh...yeah, so that's what we did." No, my parents are not this dumb...they just don't care. Heh...but yeah, there was a really scary moment of silence, and then, "Well, that was really dumb." I said, "Oh...I agree." He said, "Well, okay."
Now...I don't know if I'm gonna get in trouble for the window or not, but I thought this was a really funny exchange, seeing as how it highlights how illogical I can get when I'm drunk.
So, we really did get home at 12:40 or so, but we left again by about 12:50 because...well, I mean...we had gay clubs to hit up, and shitholes to get thrown out of. Eric for being a minor, and me for contributing to the delinquency of said minor. Ain't that funny?
My father's first question was, "Well, what happened to the storm window?" I can't exactly say, 'Uhm...well, there was one night I was drunk in my room, and wanted to sneak out, and decided it would be a good idea to cut the screen of the storm window so I could do so, and have since used it to sneak in and out of the house on various occasions.' So I said, "Uhm...what?" He said, "You know...the storm window...with the screen on it." I said, "OH...that. Oh uhm...I cut that." It didn't seem to sink in at first, "You did what?" In my 'why does this seem so odd to you?' tone I said, "I cut it...so I could climb in the window to unlock the door last night, because when I got home at 12:40 last night...you and Angy were in bed, and instead of waking you up...we thought we should climb in the window..and uh...yeah, so that's what we did." No, my parents are not this dumb...they just don't care. Heh...but yeah, there was a really scary moment of silence, and then, "Well, that was really dumb." I said, "Oh...I agree." He said, "Well, okay."
Now...I don't know if I'm gonna get in trouble for the window or not, but I thought this was a really funny exchange, seeing as how it highlights how illogical I can get when I'm drunk.
So, we really did get home at 12:40 or so, but we left again by about 12:50 because...well, I mean...we had gay clubs to hit up, and shitholes to get thrown out of. Eric for being a minor, and me for contributing to the delinquency of said minor. Ain't that funny?