White Russians.
So yesterday during “cocktail hour” I decided to make my family something special. And what came to mind? White russians. Not only are they so delicious that they taste like candy, they also get you pretty drunk pretty fast. I recommend the 1/2 vanilla vodka, 1/4 kalua, 1/4 milk (actually less if you’re lactose intolerant like myself). Vanilla vodka was something we didn’t know we had, but when adding it to a white russian it can really make things crazy!
So anyways, we are all hopped up on white russians and decide to go to the country club for dinner. In true wasp fashion, drinking white russians make us feel like we are in “The Big Lebowski” and are therefore cooler than other country club members. We decide to get cocktails with dinner, and my dad thinks it’s wise to stick to his original idea and order another white russian.
Ok. First thing; my dad is not the dude. Secondly, the waiters at this club have never even heard of “The Big Lebowski” (on another note, that’s sad right??). Thirdly, well, let me just tell you what happened.
“I’ll take a white russian. And a stick of marijuana.”
While our waiter looked confused, my dad just started laughing while my mother and I had to laugh along and pretend he thought he was “the dude”.
Since they didn’t understand the reference, the club now thinks my family is perma-stoned. After years of being the crazy New Yorkers stuck in wasp-town Illinois we have finally managed to settle down and join a country club.
But we’re still a lil crazy, and that’s ok!

Not my dad.

My dad looks more like George Costanza.