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Holy Crap, what a weekend I had.
My brother just graduated from ISU this week so he decided to throw several big parties in his apartment to commemorate the event. So, basically, my brother and my parents invited me to a kegger. Already things were shaping up to be a good time. My mom was disappointed when I told her I had too much schoolwork to do and I couldn't come and tried to coax me to come anyway. Eventually, I caved in. When I say eventually, I mean that I decided to go after my brother called me on the phone friday night to tell me about the beach party he was having in his apartment, complete with half a ton of sand and a kiddie pool filled with fish. I figured the party on Saturday night would have to be just as good. I was not disappointed.
My parents and I come to my brother's apartment, get plastic cups without paying the 5 dollar cover and begin downing beers. Long story short, a few hours later, my mom and dad are doing beer bongs. My dad comes over to me and tells me, "The family that bongs together belongs together. Don't let me down." So of course, I didn't let the family down. Basically, a room full of college kids are sitting around watching my parents do beer bongs and shots and telling me that they are the coolest people ever as if I didn't already know that.
Not only were my parents hilarious, but there was a group of French guys who came to the party who were utterly ridiculous. People who say things like:
"You come to my country. You hide. You do not pay your debts. Fuck ze man!"
The written word cannot do justice to how funny these guys were.
And then I celebrated mothers' day with my hungover mom who was dry heaving all morning/afternoon.
My brother just graduated from ISU this week so he decided to throw several big parties in his apartment to commemorate the event. So, basically, my brother and my parents invited me to a kegger. Already things were shaping up to be a good time. My mom was disappointed when I told her I had too much schoolwork to do and I couldn't come and tried to coax me to come anyway. Eventually, I caved in. When I say eventually, I mean that I decided to go after my brother called me on the phone friday night to tell me about the beach party he was having in his apartment, complete with half a ton of sand and a kiddie pool filled with fish. I figured the party on Saturday night would have to be just as good. I was not disappointed.
My parents and I come to my brother's apartment, get plastic cups without paying the 5 dollar cover and begin downing beers. Long story short, a few hours later, my mom and dad are doing beer bongs. My dad comes over to me and tells me, "The family that bongs together belongs together. Don't let me down." So of course, I didn't let the family down. Basically, a room full of college kids are sitting around watching my parents do beer bongs and shots and telling me that they are the coolest people ever as if I didn't already know that.
Not only were my parents hilarious, but there was a group of French guys who came to the party who were utterly ridiculous. People who say things like:
"You come to my country. You hide. You do not pay your debts. Fuck ze man!"
The written word cannot do justice to how funny these guys were.
And then I celebrated mothers' day with my hungover mom who was dry heaving all morning/afternoon.