Dad Tells A Story

I was riding in the truck this morning with my dad. We were moving a table from his office downtown to our location. As we were driving back and forth, I got to telling a couple funny things that had happened over the past few weeks. I was also telling him about the frio-trip bachelor party I will be attending and how much fun we'd had on the last river trip. Anyway, I told him about the gay guy incident at Wardlaw's ranch, he cracked up.

I'm fairly open with my dad about my drinking. He knows I go out and raise hell every now and again and get into some compromising situations, but he's pretty mellow about the whole thing. I'm pretty sure he and I are one in the same when it comes to past drinking escapades. We've swapped drinking stories before, but not our best ones, if you know what I mean.

After I finished my story about the gay guy, he began to tell me a story about when my uncle Dave had his bachelor party at my dad's house. My mom and dad had been married about a year when this took place, but Mom had graciously made herself scarce during the festivities. He told me he'd gone and picked up a keg about 2 in the afternoon and had been drinking on it all day. When the party started he was already pretty drunk. Around 11 or 12 he was pretty "toasty" and was ready to go to bed. At 1 or 2 my uncle's friends invite some girls over to the house to give uncle Dave a good send off. Both my uncles and their friends thought my dad should be awake for this, they went in his room and tried to mess with him in order to get him to come back and join the party. Dad waved them off and they went on drinking and partying. A little while later, someone decides to send one of the girls into the room to lay down next to dad in order to get an incriminating picture. She agreed and the picture was taken.

I thought fucking with somebody when they were asleep was a new thing... I guess it's not.