So, I was driving back from Chicago to, to Michigan with my dad ‘cause usually I take the train, but this time I was moving a lot of boxes with books in ’em, and so I needed somebody to drive me back. So essentially what I was doing, I was trading books with books. I, I was hoping that somebody could take my books, bring them home, meanwhile, I’m bringing my books back here.
But yesterday I was with my dad in the car and we — my dad’s a very quiet person, like a lot of the time I don’t know what goes on in his mind, but when he talks and like shares stories and gets very personable, he’s genuinely like a good person. Like, you know, when you look at somebody who’s like a dad or something, you’re just like, “This person was meant to be a dad.” I feel the same way with my mom, I’m like, “Yeah. She was definitely meant to be a mom.”
But specifically with my dad — my dad and I have a lot of good conversations, the downside is unfortunately a lot of them happen when they are drunk, where I get the most “dad lore,” the most juiciest pieces of backstory for my father. But yesterday we were just talking. My dad’s an alumni at MSU, and so we were driving by because we were going back to my apartment and he, he takes a look around like a liquor store or something and he’s like, “Oh man, I just used to have a ball there.” He’s like, “I would go crazy and blah blah blah blah blah,” ‘cause my dad was a frat boy. Like, this I know. I know what type of frat he was in, I met some of his frat brothers, and to me that’s like the hardest part to believe because my dad nowadays is like this very strict military guy, like, “Oh, I’m in the army, like, I never do anything.” And especially because I think both he and my mom hi- — like, hold my sister and I to not so high standards, but they definitely think that we are better than they were in high school and college.