An email exchange that took place one afternoon between Cousin Kev, Little Brother, Dear Sweet Daddy and ME. In which my dad shot down my tequila drinking ability.
FROM: Little Brother
TO: Kev, Dad, and ME
I need talk to Kev and Caley about the massive party at your house when you go out of town since he will be house sitting while you're gone
FROM: Kev
TO: Little Brother, Dad, and ME
Glad you brought that up… I have 2 kegs to pick up and 3 on reserve. If anyone other than the 3 of us are invited to the shin-dig, we’ll need more beer. Thank God for Southview Liquor!
FROM: Me
TO: Kev, Dad and Little Brother
I'll bring tequila and limes. No need for a blender or ice--we're not making margaritas. Shots straight up, kids!
FROM: Kev
TO: Everyone else
I’m there with you shot for shot!
Do you have the party website set up yet? Maybe www.partyatyourparents.com
FROM: Dad
TO: Everyone else
Better get a chalk board and to keep track of shots....and when Caley gets sick!
And do what we used to do...fill the back of a pick up truck with blocks of ice to chill it all down......
FROM: Me
TO: Everyone else
PSHA i am a tequila champ. i would not waste such a precious liquid by getting sick.
p.s. i cannot believe my dad just burned me about not being able to hold my tequila...ouch.
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1 comments:
He totally sounds like a cool dad, mine would freak out if he knows i drink in the first place.
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