Oh what a night.

For Labor Day weekend my boyfriend and I went to Indiana to see his family. We arrived at his sister's around 10:00 p.m. to find noone home. YAY! His sister and her family came home in a drunken stooper about thirty minutes later..just long enough for me to crawl in bed and fall asleep. Great. They were so loud and obnoxious I think I could've slept in the truck and been better off. The next day we went to the party with them and of course my boyfriend was plastered in about two hours. After way to many shots of apple pie and cans of beer, being champion of three shotgun tourneys, and an unknown number of jello shots he was quite the character. By 1:00 a.m. he was falling over, laughing at trees, riding a 50 quad up and down hills, and scaring little kids. We finally got him to his sister's where he was unattended on the porch for a maximum of 5 minutes, not that long to be alone right? WRONG. By the time we got back out there he passed out, fell out of his chair and landed on the concrete. Like the song says...kick um when there down. No, we didn't leave him out there but there were tons of great stories the next day!