Oh tipsy parents, how I love thee.
So, the brothers were asleep together in the big bed, intertwined when my parents got home from their party. Both Mam and Step-Dad decided to take pictures of the cuteness, and then show one another, downstairs again. Because they'd had a few (but not enough for actual drunkness, thank goodness) this soon turned into a camera war. Now, I have a habit of being tipsy around tipsy people, so soon it was mam with the camera, step-dad with his phone and me with my camera trying to snap each other. Oh, the funness of the nights they go out, now that mam doesn't drink like she used to. There are some really nice pics of me on the parentals' camera (although my hair is terribly greasy, but ah well). I'll hafta borrow it to upload some pics to my computer.
Still not feeling the urge to drink myself, though. Too much going on there to ever want to. In my opinion, it's much more fun being tipsy on pop (which I do get, around actual tipsy people) than being tipsy on actual alcohol. For one thing, you then actually have the capabilities to remember the night before. And not have a great whacking hangover the morning after. Wootness!
Camera wars ftw.
Still not feeling the urge to drink myself, though. Too much going on there to ever want to. In my opinion, it's much more fun being tipsy on pop (which I do get, around actual tipsy people) than being tipsy on actual alcohol. For one thing, you then actually have the capabilities to remember the night before. And not have a great whacking hangover the morning after. Wootness!
Camera wars ftw.