My weekend was awesome, and it's only halfway done.
So we had this major BBQ on the 3rd, because we had to be different from everyone who was celebrating on the 4th. I had my 3 closest friends come, and it was ~le shit~
We played cheesy board games, and my parents beat my siblings in beer pong. The best sight ever was my mother with a glass of zinfandel in her hand, she does this casual little throw and gets it in the last cup like nothing. And I ate so much. My dad cooked piles of delicious things, and there was macaroni salad, and there was cake, and there was apple pie, and there was onion dip.
And after going to bed at 1 a.m., my dad wakes us all up at 7:00 to go to the beach. We all wanted to go, but we were such zombies this morning. But we go over it, and got to the beach at about 9:00. It was where my dad used to go as a kid. I did beach stuff and got major sunburn on my back. Then my dad decides to make a makeshift volleyball "net" out of garbage cans and drawing lines in the sand. We didn't keep score (But everyone knows me and my dad whooped their asses, they just wont admit it)
Shit I love my family.
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