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So, Saturday was my dad's birthday. Haha, fun stuff.
First off, I found an old pictures (circa 1975) where he was cleaning his parents' pool. It was a bit water damaged and whatnot, but he's always liked it. So I threw it into photoshop and managed to clean it up quite a bit. I took it down to Wal-Mart and printed out a good 5x7 and put it into a nice, minimalistic frame. He liked it; although, he might have just been liking the idea of taking shots from the two bottles of goldslagger my step-mom hit us up with.
I still don't know why we have goldslagger as our booze of choice. Can't go wrong with 80-something proof, I guess.
So the night goes on and I find out just how much food helps to keep you from buzzing. I hadn't eaten anything that day except for some poptarts around noon. And we didn't start doing shots until about 10pm. Needless to say I was having more fun than I'd had during previous drinking excursions. I was actually feeling a little tipsy after the third shot. Alcohol is my friend.
I think I got around 10 shots before my dad cut me off, being the downer he is. Apparently I was scaring him and killing his buzz. Pssh. Clearly, if we look at the video, I wasn't that bad off. And yes, there is video; my step-mom deigned it important to document. By the way, I hate the sound of my voice. And yes, Felicia, you'll be able to view it (along with pictures of my awesome cat) this weekend if you want.
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By the way, here's a random photo of my step-mom's wrecked car:
. This supposedly happened by rubbing against a truck-trailer deal. Lies?
First off, I found an old pictures (circa 1975) where he was cleaning his parents' pool. It was a bit water damaged and whatnot, but he's always liked it. So I threw it into photoshop and managed to clean it up quite a bit. I took it down to Wal-Mart and printed out a good 5x7 and put it into a nice, minimalistic frame. He liked it; although, he might have just been liking the idea of taking shots from the two bottles of goldslagger my step-mom hit us up with.
I still don't know why we have goldslagger as our booze of choice. Can't go wrong with 80-something proof, I guess.
So the night goes on and I find out just how much food helps to keep you from buzzing. I hadn't eaten anything that day except for some poptarts around noon. And we didn't start doing shots until about 10pm. Needless to say I was having more fun than I'd had during previous drinking excursions. I was actually feeling a little tipsy after the third shot. Alcohol is my friend.
I think I got around 10 shots before my dad cut me off, being the downer he is. Apparently I was scaring him and killing his buzz. Pssh. Clearly, if we look at the video, I wasn't that bad off. And yes, there is video; my step-mom deigned it important to document. By the way, I hate the sound of my voice. And yes, Felicia, you'll be able to view it (along with pictures of my awesome cat) this weekend if you want.
[edit:]
By the way, here's a random photo of my step-mom's wrecked car:
. This supposedly happened by rubbing against a truck-trailer deal. Lies?