So tonight was Nick's 24th birthday (it was also a friend of Nick's 24th as well, so happy birthday, Nate). After we played a short set, we hung out for a while, talking with some people partaking in drinking games (for myself, it's been something like ten years since the last time I played beer pong).
After a while, I started to pack up to head back home. As I'm loading my car, I notice a few cars coming up the road with their lights out. I can remember enough parties from my days in my hometown to recognize when the police are sneaking up to raid a party. And, right on cue, as I'm lugging my head out of the house, three officers (two county cops and one town cop) approach me and ask what's in the case. After I show them, they then ask me, "Are you the father of this house?"
Now, I know that I was probably the oldest person at that house be a good five years or so, but I hardly think I look like a father to anyone who would be partying at midnight on a Friday night. But, I decided that telling the nice police officer to sod off would not be the good idea, so I just answered "Nope" and went about my business.Posted by Casper at March 28, 2004 01:41 AM