(Mr. Brann, brace yourself, I'm about to rag on my Dad)
Yesterday,I went to my very first professional sports game: Pittsburgh Pirates v. Washington Nationals. The Pirates won; I think it was 11 to 4?
Anywho, I went with Ian and a few of his friends. Overall we were having a good time, until...my dad called Ian, to invite him down to Woodbridge to get his hair cut here, and to have a steak.
My dad called me first because he said that he had the wrong number and was shitting bricks over it. Not that that is anything new.
I'm used to my dad making a complete fool of himself, and I understand that it is never going to stop, because he thinks he's being intimidating when really he's being an ass.
In addition to calling Ian he e-mailed Brightest Young Things and told them what horrible people they were for "making me" work at their relaunch party (tonight), when I volunteered, because I would like to continue writing for BYT and maybe, one day, get to pick what I write about, or just continue writing there because it'll look great on future applications/resumes.
Cale received the e-mail, called me, read it to me, and agreed that my dad is crazy, but he doesn't want me to get into trouble.
Typically my parents are nervous, but they let me go do whatever as long as I tell them where I'm going, who I'm going to be with, etc. Usually, if it's the weekend, I'm home by 2 am. This does not see unreasonable, I'm young, they are not, and I know they stayed out - especially my dad. Last night, my dad tried to tell me that I had to be home by midnight, and he's trying to do the same tonight. That did not happen last night (1:15 ish) nor will it happen tonight.
Oh, what are they going to do when I don't live here anymore/go to college? I feel like they should be ready to get rid of me, but they aren't, at all.
So, Dad, if you're reading this, I plan on getting DRUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNKKKKKK TONITE! and totally having lots of promiscuous sex in the make-out tee-pee, because I think STD's are super cool, so is being irresponsible, and getting into car accidents, and hanging out with crack heads, doing crack = COOL! Other cool things that I enjoy, that you should worry about me doing are: shooting up, getting piercings in "unique" places, hanging out in alleys in southeast, waking up that ho-bo and asking them for change, Crack! - seriously, there is no greater drug (and look how thin I'm getting), watching gay porn (that's what I've been into lately), talking to people online that I don't know and then meeting up with them in person in said dark alleys, (insert anything else utterly absurd here, because I obviously enjoy it, obviously).