Block Partay
Last night our block had what many call a "block party." If you have never heard of one then let me briefly explain. A block party is when you close off your block and have a party within that area. From about the time the block party starts let's say umm 3pm until about 9pm all the children on the block frolick and play and eat tons of sugar so they are annoying as shit then they run so much,jump on the inflatable jumping jim, and then proceed to throw up then fall asleep. After all the little chillins leave the adults have their fun. At about 9:30 the adults have what seems to be a contest as to who can get the most drunk. I am pretty sure that my mother won that contest. My boyfriend and I left the party at about 5 due to severe boredom so therfore no one was there to supervise my parents. My parents started early with a few beers but then did Yeager bombs. Yeager bombs are red bull and yeagermister(or however it is spelled.) At about 11:30 my boyfriend had to go home but one problem was that this huge ass jeep was blocking his way. So we called my dad at the neighbors house and asked him to come over and move it. He told me he would be a few minutes. We waited until 1:30. No dad anywhere. So then my mom came home at about 1:45 drunk off her ass. Slurred speech(the whole nine yards.) I thought she was crazy. She told me to go get my dad to move the car. So Jim and I walked over and found my dad and all the men in my neighbors garage playing poker. I said "Dad I need the keys so we can move the car." He looked up at me with his glazed over eyes and said "Oops." Yeah he forgot. After he said oops he looked back down at his cards and continued to play. I practically had to yell " DAD I NEED THE KEYS." Then we finally got them and walked home but then my mom said to just have Jim stay the night. It was about 2:30 then and my parents and their friends decided it was hot tub time and they went out in the hot tub while drinking smirnoff. Then more people came over because this guy got into an arguement with this crazy Pakistan man who hates americans. So we had more drunk stupid people at my house throwing up and then sleeping in my bed. So Jim got the couch and I slept with Katie and I have no clue what time my parents got to bed but they sure were not the happiest people this morning. Moral of the story: DO NOT BE OLD AND DRINK