Funny story from last night's drunken revelry: Ok, so I'm sitting out on the back deck last night, knocking back a few while the boys next door (19 and 21) and their friends are out in their backyard, partying it up before a concert... JeffWerbo came out to join me at one point, just chit-chatting, trying to ignore the bad young-men music.
Cue them leaving (for concert, we thought), when Mom comes out to do, like, the 80th clean-up of beer bottles and such (a year ago, she was floored that her kids even occasionally drank), and starts yammering on over the fence to us about the kids' friend's cigarettes and pot (uh huh, like I've never seen her sons do anything like that). Continued beer-bottle clanking from over the fence and then, she's asking me if I want the half-full cigarette pack they left behind. "Oh, and I found one, do you want this?" re: a joint. Duh. (Her reasoning is that her clients -- she's a physiotherapist, and works a lot from home -- wouldn't understand.)
I felt like kind of an asshole, but reckoned the kids were gone for the night, and already drunk/high, and wouldn't remember what they'd left behind. But then, crazy/chatty mom (who doesn't drink, ever) decides to give us some of the kids' beer...from the fridge, like they wouldn't notice their cases of beer were short. (And it was super-shitty beer, but she kept insisting, despite our protests. Oh, well, it was free.)
Anyway. About 5 minutes after that, the kids come back. (They'd only gone to the nearby park to smoke more pot.) I woulda given them their smoke/s back in a sec -- I felt like a jerk for taking it, but, like I said, figured they were out/oblivious -- but their mom told them she had "thrown out" the cigs and joint, so then I couldn't say anything. "How could you throw that out?" "Is it at the top of the garbage?" (She told them it was way at the bottom and had spilled beer all over everything.) It had all gone too far at that point, so Jeff and I definitely decided to stay quiet.
But they were really furious at the beer. She did tell them she gave some to us (they weren't mad at us, but at her) because she couldn't justify the bottle count in the pile of empties. Sigh.
Anyway, it was really weird, and Jeff and I now have a vow of silence about the whole thing, just because the mom forced the issue by lying. Still, felt like a heel.
Also: my weed is much better, it turns out.
The end.
that is a funny story, so was it that really hard brown shrimp? did the kids know you guys had all their goods?
that is funny, wonder what concert they were going to
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