The first time you go out for a drink with your parents can be a little weird. No one quite knows how to act. You pretend like you don’t drink all that often, saying things like “I’m not really sure if I have a favorite drink.” While they pretend like they are complete party animals, saying things like “Loosen up” or “Lets get an appetizer.” However, things usually calm down after the first few drinks. And then things usually get really bad after a few more. The first time you beat up a waiter with your parents can be a little weird. No one quite knows how to act. Well except for dad, who has obviously done this kind of thing before, saying things like “I’m going to leave you a 12% tip-of my fist!” Which is embarrassing because tips should be at least 15%, in fact I really think you should leave 20% for the most part. That’s not necessarily the case with cabs though. The first time a restaurant manager asks you and your parents to “leave or he’s calling the police” can be a little weird. No one quite knows how to act. Well except for mom, who did what I think was suppose to be some kind of seductive dance for the manager. It came off looking more like karate. I thought dad would be angry about mom’s advances on the manager but he had been distracted by a piano. He was already banging on the keys while singing “Can’t Buy Me Love.” I tried to get him to stop but it didn’t take long before I was on harmonies while mom danced the Charleston. We ended up making 26 dollars in tips that night and the manager is actually going to have us back every other tuesday. HOTDOG!