The greatest institution in the world: The AntiFrat Delta f. A way of life since 2002. Sunday, November 07, 2004
Why are there Highschool kids in my house?
Very strange, this. I get home last night at around midnight after a long, hard day here at the Leddy library only to find that there are ten or-so eighteen-year-olds in my house; Justin and Mike are sitting at the bar not exactly looking pleased with the situation. It turns out that I had completely forgotten that Chris' younger brother was coming over after they saw the GreenDay concert. Funny thing: Chris is not here.
Our concerns with the prospect of having to babysit these kids are quietly set aside when it turns out that this one kid Ryan has a forty of Barcardi and is sharing it. We humour them.
I'm pretty much kidding - I'll concede to that; it turns out they were for the most part rather cool, in addition to providing free liquor to their hosts. Chris does eventually show up with the excuse that they had said they were coming later, so he went to the bar. We barely hear him, we're into a good game of Kings by this point.
Then Mike, Justin and I reminisced about highschool when we noticed that a few of these kids had become really drunk, really fast, most notably: Chris' brother, who's name I can't quite remember. Anyway, this kid is blasted and is doing one of those really good drunken swagger-dances to the music and spilling his drink all over the place, every now and then letting out a "WHOOOOOOOO!" when there's a lull in the music. Have I mentioned that I haven't even been home for an hour yet?
Well, after getting some footage of the Super Loaded mini-Chris (on his own video camera) the posse of delinquents decides it's time to drive back to Chatham - The DD's hadn't been drinking, of course. We wish them farewell and send them on their way, rather pissed that Ryan had remembered to take his rum with him, despite our best efforts.
Questions to ponder for the day: These kids left a nice mess of bottles and filth in our house; who will clean this up? Will it be Chris? Coty? Mike? Justin? Me? Cumulative effort? Magic flying monkeys? God? Believe me, I'm on the edge of my seat to see where this goes. Tomorrow's garbage day too - I'm on the edge of my seat.
Our concerns with the prospect of having to babysit these kids are quietly set aside when it turns out that this one kid Ryan has a forty of Barcardi and is sharing it. We humour them.
I'm pretty much kidding - I'll concede to that; it turns out they were for the most part rather cool, in addition to providing free liquor to their hosts. Chris does eventually show up with the excuse that they had said they were coming later, so he went to the bar. We barely hear him, we're into a good game of Kings by this point.
Then Mike, Justin and I reminisced about highschool when we noticed that a few of these kids had become really drunk, really fast, most notably: Chris' brother, who's name I can't quite remember. Anyway, this kid is blasted and is doing one of those really good drunken swagger-dances to the music and spilling his drink all over the place, every now and then letting out a "WHOOOOOOOO!" when there's a lull in the music. Have I mentioned that I haven't even been home for an hour yet?
Well, after getting some footage of the Super Loaded mini-Chris (on his own video camera) the posse of delinquents decides it's time to drive back to Chatham - The DD's hadn't been drinking, of course. We wish them farewell and send them on their way, rather pissed that Ryan had remembered to take his rum with him, despite our best efforts.
Questions to ponder for the day: These kids left a nice mess of bottles and filth in our house; who will clean this up? Will it be Chris? Coty? Mike? Justin? Me? Cumulative effort? Magic flying monkeys? God? Believe me, I'm on the edge of my seat to see where this goes. Tomorrow's garbage day too - I'm on the edge of my seat.
# posted by tylert @ 8:39 p.m. 
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