I shall admit freely that nothing is more hilarious
than going out drinking with a childhood friend,
getting sufficiently intoxicated, only to come home
realizing you have no money left, and you neglected to
bring your keys and your cell phone with you.
You then resort to throwing a tennis ball (one of a
few hundred the dog leaves in the yard) at your
sister’s bedroom window to try and get her to let you
in, because despite being 31, you still hate to face
your parents drunk in the middle of the night!
and it’s only 2:40am, when I was still living here, I
used to stumble in at sunrise or later….