After I had dinner with my family on Thanksgiving, I headed to The Valley to meet up with some friends for round two. I picked up Gus and we were on our way.

Both of our families fed us well so we didn’t eat again immediately. Instead, we busted out with a deck of cards and proceeded to play Kings. Apparently, we got way too loud because we didn’t even get to finish a couple of rounds before a roommate came out in her nightie asking us to keep it down because she had to work at 6am. Whoops. I’d be irritated if I had to work the day after Thanksgiving, too.

We moved it to the garage, set up some chairs, used a cooler for our table, and continued with the festivities. More people showed up so we had a good game going. We were getting tipsy. Everything started to be hilarious. We were having a good fucking time.

My friend, the owner of the house, had to come out a few more times to tell us to keep it down because her roommates were going to murder her. We’d start out quiet, but then it’d just get out of hand again. We ended up making a rule that we all had to whisper.

Fucking. Difficult.

But we were good. Until …

… my friend got up to get everyone more beers from the fridge in the garage. She grabbed a beer and tossed it to whoever needed it. Holy crap, are you serious? I feared for everyone’s lives because we were all pretty damned inebriated by now. Everytime she tossed a beer, I leaned over, ducked, and covered my head with my hands. Sara and Gus pointed at me laughing because I was protecting my head.

At that very moment, time moved in slowwwwwww motion.

I peeked out a little to say, “Bitch, I don’t want to get hit with a beer!”

I glance to my right and Shakira (I can’t remember her fuckin’ name) begins to bend over in her chair to tie her shoe or something.

I check further behind me and I see my friend tossing her a beer, except she doesn’t realize she’s getting thrown a beer.

Holy fuck. Is this really happening? It’s really going to happen! And I have to stay quiet! How am I supposed to stay quiet?!? This is the funniest thing to happen all night!

And then it happened. The Miller can landed on top of her head.

I lost it. We all lost it. Before the can even hit the floor, we cleared out of the garage. I don’t know how any of us managed to get out of our chairs and duck underneath the half-closen garage door because we were so wasted. But we had to. If we erupted in laughter like we wanted to, the owner of the house would’ve killed us.

I ran down the street a bit to where my car was parked and laughed it all out.

Moments later Shakira emerged outside with us.

Dude, are you ok?

“Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t even feel it.”

Right.

But thanks for the memories. It brings me joy every time I think about it.