So I got a call from my mom earlier tonight, telling me she was having “a techno party.” My cousins and their children are visiting her, and evidently my 10 year old second cousin made a mix of techno music, including what my mom called “The Dead Mouse Five.” They were going to turn on some strobe lights and dance to it. I have a feeling that wine had already been liberally imbibed.
Now I just received the above photograph on my phone.
At this rate, mom will end up in a k-hole before the night is over.
(I’m just jealous that she had plans tonight and I didn’t. She lives in fucking rural Indiana!)
da fawk did i just read?