I spent the day with my favorite boys. The little brother Jeremy, my godson Zj, and my guy, Chris. We were supposed to head to Central Park for the huge water fight, and after during our homework and rumors of it being shut down, we were befittingly discouraged when we headed to Toys R’ Us and couldn’t find any water guns to purchase.
We turned out to make some even last minute plans. I picked up ZJ, who I haven’t seen in forever and missed terribly, picked up Chris’s mom and pops and headed to my parents house.
Yes, you read that right.
I’ve had my parents meet the parents of little boyfriend’s here and there, but never anything where we all hung out. Especially at the each other’s homes. And what’s crazier and kind of a bit perfect, was that none of this was even planned. It kind of just happened. I called up my dad and told him I was coming over with people. Let’s get the BBQ grill ready because I’m bringing beers.
Everything went great.
Not that I was nervous or anything, I honestly didn’t even catch what the hell happened until our night was over. In my head I was just like “Dude, our parents just met and hung out, woah!”
The water fight was everything. Refreshing and full of attacks. We went from me & Jeremy against Zj, to Zj and Jeremy against me, Zj against Chris, and everyone versus everyone. We were all running around like chickens with our heads cut off.
Beers were passed around, and the burgers were much needed after all of that running. Today was a wonderful day of summer. I wouldn’t have changed a thing about it.