Random memory time.
I honestly have no idea what planet my parents went to college on because they were in college in the late 70s, right when National Lampoon's 'Animal House' came out and arguably the rebirth of frat house madness and all-around bad behaviour. Yet neither of them knew what beer pong was until a few years ago. At least my dad had been to toga parties. If he hadn't, I would probably have seriously tried to find evidence that neither of them actually ever went to university and may even have been in the country illegally. (Even funnier, my dad was the only guy on his floor who actually knew how to make a serviceable toga out of a bedsheet, so you knew someone was going to throw a toga party when there was a line of half-dressed guys outside Andy's dorm room with an armful of sheets or wearing a failed toga that could look like anything from a wrap dress to a diaper.) It's not that they didn't drink--oh fucking boy, did they drink, as evidenced by the only piece of real sage fatherly advice my dad ever gave me, which I shall repeat here verbatim in hopes of enriching the life of some young person someday:
"Never be drunk and unconscious at a party where there are people drunk and conscious."
Smart man, huh?
Anyway, neither he nor my mom had ever played beer pong and manged to remain totally unaware of it until about five or six years ago when we went to a graduation party thrown by a family friend for their daughter who, many years earlier, used to babysit my brother and me. Since it was just down the street and my parents walked, my dad didn't see any reason not to get totally shit-faced so he spent most of the afternoon playing round after round of beer pong with the guest of honour and her fellow college friends.
Apparently nobody stopped to consider that there might have been something a little inappropriate with a middle-aged man playing a drinking game with the babysitter.
To be honest, I still think it is.
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