My wife’s high school crew stopped in to see the baby/watch the Ohio State game. One of those happened. I realized that my definition of party has now forever changed…but not in the ways I thought. The first couple guests that showed up were immediately told the baby was sleeping, so we sat in the room and whispered for about 25 minutes. Off to a crazy start!
At the end of the game, I had seen about twelve minutes of actual football. There was icing on my door, half-full Capri Suns all over my house and underwear was left in the bathroom Sounds chaotic, but then I realized this was about twice as good as an average party I used to have. My buddy had a “party” at his parents’ house in college and someone puked on his door, there was ketchup on the ceiling from a condiment fight and a kid’s underwear is a lot better to deal with than anything a 20 year old drunk guy leaves there.
Also, when kids fight, no one goes to the emergency room or jail, except maybe the parents. Lastly and most importantly, no kids steal your beer. Well, not normally. If they do, those pussies can drink one or two anyway, so you’re probably OK.