My Retirement from Keggers

This labor day weekend Jessica and I went to Kalamazoo Michigan to see her sister who goes to Western Michigan University. She lives in the student ghetto and there was a huge party across the street that we decided to go to. Now it has been a while since I have been to a kegger, although the last one before this one was also in K-zoo, with Josh, and it was a toga party (my first.) It is amazing how similar every keg party is. It felt like I was back in Boston, or on the farm in Dexter for that matter. And although I felt like Mathew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused, I had a great time chatting with the hopeful youth of our country. Although most the conversations centered around when the next keg would arrive. The highlight of the evening was when some guy congratulated me for actually graduating collage. He was in his first year of community collage and seemed to be encouraging me to stay on course with my life and not spend the rest of my youth at college keggers. So in honor of that guy, who later hit on Jessica, I have decided to retire from going to college keggers where the cops come and everyone has to hide inside and be quiet until they leave. This happened twice that night. Also keggers where drunk teenagers wrestle on the front porch and one gets pushed through the front window of the house. Although that did make a great crashing sound. Also Keggers that hand out jello shots, because I'm getting to old for that shit. I really need to get out of the Midwest before I get a pick-up truck and start blowing sheep.