At my parents house

Highlights of the party at my mom and dad's house last night:

- One of my dad's work friends getting so drunk that he first hugged my grandfather goodbye, whom he'd never met and wasn't leaving anyway.

- That same guy coming outside to have a smoke with my cousin and I and talking about university and how it's good for nothing more than fucking ("You in University, you have a prick dis long..."). It's was hilarious. Aww, what can ya do? He was french. He must have been having a lot to drink that night, because he next started telling us that his two daughters are in University this year back in Montreal. The younger one is hot too. She worked in Calgary for the summer for the same company I did and the way she was running around makes me think she's going to get a lot out of University this year.

- The Vice President of Finance at my company showing everyone outside her "CFM Boots", which, for the uneducated among us, she graciously translated into "Come Fuck Me" boots.

- My mother and her four brothers dancing to The Animal's "House of the Rising Sun" at 3:30 in the morning. Damn kids and their rock music...

- My dad's good friend and right-hand man at work giving him birthday presents fit for a newly-minted 50 year old in front of 45 people. Things like a home prostate exam (complete with rubber finger), a book entitled "Sex After 50" that was completely blank between the covers, and a pill box split into seven compartments labeled for each day of the week. The funniest part of that is my uncle pulling out the very same type of box at breakfast that morning and downing a mouthful of pills. I don't think he was too impressed with that.

That's about it, that I can remember. I fell asleep at about 1:00am, and was woken up unceremoniously at 3:30 by item three up there.

Damn kids...