Obviously, my family came to Hipsterville for my graduation. But I couldn’t help feel like it was solely out of obligation.
I say this because they participated in the bare minimum amount if festivities and were MIA for 100% of the graduation parties that I attended.
“Where are your parents?!” “I would have loved to have met them”; these questions and statements played like a broken record all throughout the day.
After my second grad party of the day I stopped by their hotel to get some family time. On a gorgeous, sunny, and warm day, everyone was napping and watching endless Dateline shows.
They are so weird. I walked into my parents’ suite to find my dad sprawled out across the bed. “SUP POPS!?” I cheerfully cooed as I skipped into the room.
He looked at me, said nothing, rolled over and that was that. End of story.
They then decided to have a “farewell breakfast” at 7:30 A-fucking-M. Hell to the no.
Obviously, I did not go because that is fucking crazy and I was out far too late partying with the graduates. NOPE.