Tonight my parents had an improptu slide night.  Dad had cleaned out the storage unit and found the old school projector and box of slides.  Let’s review this stroll down memory lane, shall we? 

Majority of people I don’t recognize.   Most are hippies.

Multiply family members in overalls.

Two stories of unexpected family members doing drugs.

Number of times my mother turned to me and asked “Wasn’t your dad hot?”  Lost count, however ONE is TOO MANY!

One baby cow name Herbie.  That my parents RAISED and then ATE.

Final Tally:  Six bongs.  Two bags of pot.  Two boxes of pot on tables.  One slide of father holding large mushroom.  Two slides mother admits she is not sober.

One GIANT horse dong.  Three weiners, two on babies, one on a FULL GROWN MAN.  (Please warn me when we get to the nude beach slides, kthxbye.)

One picture of father in black mesh tank top.

90% of the shots of my father he is in short shorts.  Except for the one where he’s naked.

One incident of me screaming “I do not want to see my parents genitals, put the special box away or I won’t come back inside!”

So, an eventful night.  Their only excuse?  It was the seventies.  Can’t be too hard on them, someday when my kids find my stash of photos from the past three  years I’ll have some explaining to do as well!