is relaxing...pool side...beach side...but my sister had a "banger" and it went up in flames. Way too many kids came and were outside by the pool playing beer pong super loudly and we live on a golf course. Here's the thing I dont get about kids. At 23, Im not trying to have a party that will destroy my house. So what is it about kids that makes them so excited when their parents are out of town to have parties they KNOW will destroy their houses? i dont get it. I had to start playing the old woman roll around 1 am coming out to scream "EVERYONE GO HOME" once every 10 minutes. Finally as we thought it was dieing down, trying to watch a movie in the master bedroom, we hear "MOther FUcker Ill Fuck you UP homie Dont PLay that Shit Nigga WHATTT"......and im thinking "oh. FUCK" So i jump out of bed and SPRINT to the foyer in time to see my worst nightmare. 70 kids in the foyer of my house holding back like 4 dude bros in jerseys who are trying to kill each other. SO i start SCREAMING GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FUCKERS ILL CALL THE COPS GO GO GOG OG. Meanwhile in my head i knew, if the cops come, MIKE AND I are going to jail...not them, they are like all barely 17. So they take it to the front yard and get into a huge brawl and all these girls are screaming like omg stop stop and im like well i know the cops are coming, im way too old for this fucking shit. i live in manhattan, this is so immature and fucking gay house parties are for children...im all mad. so im like haley turn off all lights in house and lock front door so if cops come maybe they wont think its our house (despite all the cars in our driveway). not sure how we got so lucky but cops never came.....and maid came next morning and cleaned so mommy will never know when she gets hme tonight but i still am so mad at my sister.

not so nyc glam when im home...but still funny.