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This always happens when boyfriend’s father and uncles gets post birthday/family gathering drunk.
They put on old music loud and sings along and I imagine that they dance around too but I dare not to go down there or at least not into the livingroom where the party is.
I walked downstairs to use the bathroom as one of the uncles was on his way to the bathroom but I was quicker and it was just a bit odd weeing when a drunk man stood waiting to use the loo too but he was polite and walked into the livingroom door opening instead of standing in the hallway.
It’s just quite comical how the always end up blasting the music and singing.
One of the first time after my boyfriend and I were officially a couple I went over to sleep and it was post birthday and his father shook my hand and introduced himself even through I’ve seen him around the house before (or in the drive way after a party where I wore high heels and a dress (prom) and ended up in his boy’s bed without them knowing it, that was awkward to say the least).
Last years post birthday wasn’t so bad, the uncles weren’t here but the father got a bit drunk and decided to hug me. It was so odd.
But I can’t help but dancing a bit to the party music
