Dad and Colin and I can really be a bunch of little shits when we get together. Once, we went to our cousin’s wedding with a free bar, and the three of us each took our complimentary wooden matchbook and laid out one match everytime we had a drink. And soon there were matches just scattered everywhere, all over the table.
And at a certain point in the evening there was a completely obnoxious little girl running around the reception, getting on everyone’s nerves. And dad and Colin and I started talking about how we were going to kill the girl, started discussing possible ways to unobtrusively get rid of the body, drunkenly laughing and guffawing the whole time.
Later, we found out that the girl’s grandfather had been sitting at our table, the whole time. And you smiled, put your hands over your eyes, shook your head, and said, “Oh, my guys.”