Thursday, September 24, 2009

Parent Drunk Dials

Drunk dialing my parents is something I like to do from time to time, to keep them on their toes or tell them a really funny joke, but for some reason they never seem to be as stoked on receiving the call as I am on making it. This may be due to the fact that I used to be a "troublemaker," if you will, and my Mom claimed that every time the phone rang after 10pm, she got a little closer to a stroke. What a whiner.

Anywho, last night, the shoe was on the other drunken foot, when my Dad decided to gimme a ring. Drunk calls from parents can either go really well; they tell you how much they love you and how proud of you they are and if they're like my Dad, will put you on the phone with their friends and make them do Donald Trump impressions. Or they take a wrong turn and are full of guilt trips and "when I was your age" and "stop getting drunk and arrested" and "I told you cow tipping isn't real," bla bla bla.

Unfortunately, I received the latter last night. He was about four Bloody Marys in and so was I (it's like we're related or something) so we decided to chat. And by "chat" I mean he yelled "explain iPhones" for about ten minutes, then interrupted everything I said for the next fifteen. Goodbyes were said in the form of multiple threats of hanging up on each other.

Oh, parents. When will they learn how to hold their liquor.

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