The funniest part of the evening was when my mom got drunk on margaritas. We were all pretty drunk, but listening to her slurred speech and jump from topic to topic was classic.

The other funny part was the previous day when my brother was driving us from Portland to Corvallis. In the middle of the night the car ran out of gas on I-5. I guess it was a little scary, especially the part when some random tow truck pulled up next to us and asked if we needed “help”. Murder. Thank goodness my brother called his roadside assistance and someone was already on the way.