Freakin' Awesome

Dedicated to: Those of Us Who Thank Whomever We Believe in Everyday for Having Cool Parents

Coming home only a few minutes ago from eating dinner and grocery shopping with my parents, I felt the need to record a conversation I had with my dad. Before I write it down, let me give you guys a brief preface. While we were driving home, we had forgotten that one of the roads we usually traveled on was experiencing heavy construction, even in the evening. Stuck in traffic, my dad gets frustrated and turns on the radio. The station is titled "Wild Atlanta's Party Mix" - a.k.a. heavy party/rap/pop music. Instead of switching to a different radio station, my dad pumps up the volume, while my mom sits in the passenger seat like nothing is happening.

About 5 minutes later, Dad turns the car around and takes another route to reach home. Before we could go home though, we had to make one more stop at a different grocery store. While we wait for Mom to get some berries, my dad cranks the music even louder. I get a little bit more and more uncomfortable thinking, how can dad take this kind of music? He's what, 50 years old? This is the kind of music I listen to at dance parties. After a few more minutes passed, I couldn't resist.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"...How can you stand this music?" (I'm also thinking he was just putting the music on for me, while he was getting a headache)

<pause>

"You have no idea, Sapphire. I used to listen to this music for entire nights at a time."

<shocked pause>

"Oh."

Yes, apparently, my dad, mom, and his siblings went clubbing. A lot. Furthermore, it also sounded like they partied nearly every weekend, which is a great deal along with the fact that this number of parties attended doesn't even include weekdays. In other words, they have probably partied more than most frat or sorority students. Hardcore. To the max.

3 Things I Learned About Myself:

1. My amount of parties attended is pathetic in comparison
2. I should party more
3. If I was ever a parent, I could only wish I was half as cool

Mom, Dad, why must you be so freakin' awesome? I don't think I'll ever figure that out...