My parents and grandpa came down to Austin this past weekend and stayed at my brother's place. I thought it was pretty funny how this time, he didn't even bother trying to hide all his alcohol bottles and whatnot. Well, at least my dad was impressed by the Crown Royal, hahaha.
But anyways, they got in late Saturday afternoon, and we had seafood for dinner- good stuff. Then after a couple obligatory hours of chilling with the parents and pretending I had no other signifcant plans for the evening, they dropped me off back at my dorm, where I promptly changed into "costume" for the Omega's Jocks & Schoolgirls party (formerly the Pimps & Hoes). I went as a prep, which they would eventually sheist me about in order to get me to buy a t-shirt. "Ballers only?" Bull... that's not what your flyer says. I dunno, I mean, I know it goes to fund the free firewater and all, and if they'd charged cover, I would gladly have paid since it was a good party, but why'd they have to give me that BS about costume being wrong? It's not like I couldn't see inside and tell that they weren't consistently enforcing the costume policy. I guess you just gotta have the right connections at the right time. ugghhh... that was the only thing that pissed me off that night.
But yea, surprisingly enough, Terry decided to come with our group. Tony had told me earlier, and I thought he was just joking, cuz seriously, Terry doesn't strike me as the partying type. He said it was to try to understand our way of life, which I guess was pretty admirable. But seriously, if you're not drinking or dancing, I don't think this kind of party would be very amusing, but to each his own, I suppose. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun. I wasn't completely gone, but it was the most satisfactorily intoxicated I've been all semester. The dancing was pretty good too. Seriously though, from my experience (last year), this is the best house party of the whole year, and I would go to great lengths to attend- hell, I went even though my parents were here, haha.
But anyways, they cut the party off at 2:00 cuz people were starting trouble. So me, Kent, Steve, and Christine went to Taco Cabana. And I was walking back to the tables with my order and I saw Kent talking to some guys, so I assumed they were friend of his and sat with them. It wasn't until like 10 minutes into our conversation that I realized that they didn't really know Kent at all, but were complete strangers just commenting about Kent's sharpied on 8-pack abs, hahaha.
So Sunday for lunch, the family (and Nien) went to Din Ho for lunch. I was pretty happy not to be hung over in front of the parents, so I guess the not getting thoroughly wasted worked out to my advantage. Anyways, lunch was really good. The parents left from there, and I came home and took a nap.
But anyways, they got in late Saturday afternoon, and we had seafood for dinner- good stuff. Then after a couple obligatory hours of chilling with the parents and pretending I had no other signifcant plans for the evening, they dropped me off back at my dorm, where I promptly changed into "costume" for the Omega's Jocks & Schoolgirls party (formerly the Pimps & Hoes). I went as a prep, which they would eventually sheist me about in order to get me to buy a t-shirt. "Ballers only?" Bull... that's not what your flyer says. I dunno, I mean, I know it goes to fund the free firewater and all, and if they'd charged cover, I would gladly have paid since it was a good party, but why'd they have to give me that BS about costume being wrong? It's not like I couldn't see inside and tell that they weren't consistently enforcing the costume policy. I guess you just gotta have the right connections at the right time. ugghhh... that was the only thing that pissed me off that night.
But yea, surprisingly enough, Terry decided to come with our group. Tony had told me earlier, and I thought he was just joking, cuz seriously, Terry doesn't strike me as the partying type. He said it was to try to understand our way of life, which I guess was pretty admirable. But seriously, if you're not drinking or dancing, I don't think this kind of party would be very amusing, but to each his own, I suppose. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun. I wasn't completely gone, but it was the most satisfactorily intoxicated I've been all semester. The dancing was pretty good too. Seriously though, from my experience (last year), this is the best house party of the whole year, and I would go to great lengths to attend- hell, I went even though my parents were here, haha.
But anyways, they cut the party off at 2:00 cuz people were starting trouble. So me, Kent, Steve, and Christine went to Taco Cabana. And I was walking back to the tables with my order and I saw Kent talking to some guys, so I assumed they were friend of his and sat with them. It wasn't until like 10 minutes into our conversation that I realized that they didn't really know Kent at all, but were complete strangers just commenting about Kent's sharpied on 8-pack abs, hahaha.
So Sunday for lunch, the family (and Nien) went to Din Ho for lunch. I was pretty happy not to be hung over in front of the parents, so I guess the not getting thoroughly wasted worked out to my advantage. Anyways, lunch was really good. The parents left from there, and I came home and took a nap.
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