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This one time at the Birdhouse, I was crazy hung-over. Big surprise.
At this point in time, I still had my clavicle piercings in. This was before they got so super-infected (because of Sake and a hot tub, long story) and I decided to take them out.
My father showed up at the house and I hadn't expected him, so I came downstairs in a really low-cut shirt. The routine every morning at that house, especially during the summer, was to go straight to the kitchen after waking up, grabbing the double-brewed super-mud coffee and going to sit on the porch steps in the sunshine.
So of course, my father shows up, while I'm drinking the coffee, with ten other crusty kids sitting on the porch, with a low-cut shirt and a super-glossy inappropriately-short skirt, hung over as hell. The entire time, I'm sitting there trying to hide the clavicle piercings from my Dad, along with the cleavage piercing (which I still have), pulling up the shirt, trying to look him in the eyes, looking shitty.
This was about 11:30 in the morning.
So just when I thought that it couldn't get any worse, Dirty Dan shows up with a case of 40's. Not a couple of beers, not even a couple of 40's, but a whole case. Which he proceeds to drop on the porch table directly in front of my dad. And of course, everyone gets up from their respective positions and grabs a beer, as Dirty Dan generously doles them out for everyone.
My father, visibly uncomfortable, looks at the now-drinking squat-mates and says, "Well. It looks like you guys got a real democracy going on here."
Then, he got up and left.
Good times.
At this point in time, I still had my clavicle piercings in. This was before they got so super-infected (because of Sake and a hot tub, long story) and I decided to take them out.
My father showed up at the house and I hadn't expected him, so I came downstairs in a really low-cut shirt. The routine every morning at that house, especially during the summer, was to go straight to the kitchen after waking up, grabbing the double-brewed super-mud coffee and going to sit on the porch steps in the sunshine.
So of course, my father shows up, while I'm drinking the coffee, with ten other crusty kids sitting on the porch, with a low-cut shirt and a super-glossy inappropriately-short skirt, hung over as hell. The entire time, I'm sitting there trying to hide the clavicle piercings from my Dad, along with the cleavage piercing (which I still have), pulling up the shirt, trying to look him in the eyes, looking shitty.
This was about 11:30 in the morning.
So just when I thought that it couldn't get any worse, Dirty Dan shows up with a case of 40's. Not a couple of beers, not even a couple of 40's, but a whole case. Which he proceeds to drop on the porch table directly in front of my dad. And of course, everyone gets up from their respective positions and grabs a beer, as Dirty Dan generously doles them out for everyone.
My father, visibly uncomfortable, looks at the now-drinking squat-mates and says, "Well. It looks like you guys got a real democracy going on here."
Then, he got up and left.
Good times.