- tek, 2008/03/29
I was at some party with parents, friends, professors, everyone... Against my better judgment, I got drunk/high off of some candy-type thing--like futuristic pixie sticks--along with a huge crowd of people. This is foggy, but we had a blast. The next morning, I woke up and the entire place was trashed. Grandpa Dietz was even there. I got up among the mess, and went to do dishes to ease my guilt. As I'm doing them, Dr. Lightsey (satellite control systems) comes out stumbling in his dorky khaki pants and button down long shirt. He makes an awkward speech about how he just came from his place and how he acted immaturely but he made some good business contacts. I think it was New Years. The dish washing was already almost complete, as the dish washer was full and I wasn't sure if it was clean or dirty. I rinse out some disposable casserole containers. I ask if anyone wants to keep them before I throw them away. Grandpa Dietz grabs a tall one with a lid and puts it under the stove (still dirty). My mom grabs it and says she'll wash it first.