i love my mother.

yesterday morning, i was at home listening to juelz santana's there it go (the whistle song). my mom asked in all earnestness, "who is that? dipset?" my jaw dropped, i was stunned. i know, for sure, i have the coolest mother in creation.

my mother is cool in more ways than one. following the harvard-yale tailgate she tolerated my drunk ass. on saturday, during the tailgate, i consumed NO substantative food--just punch and southern comfort. damn, i had a good time--pictures are soon to come.

my original plan was to have my mother pick me up from yale so that i could stay at home on saturday night. i get into the car by brandford college on broadway in new haven. not more than 2 minutes pass and i begin vomitting all over myself in the car. i yell out, "fuck, i'm sorry mommy." she says nothing. i ask her to pull over. she does. i ask if we can stop at a gas station to clean up. she says, "you can make it." i put my hood up and passeded out for 20 minutes. before i knew it, we were in my driveway. i got out of the car, ran to the washing machine, stripped naked in front of it, and passed over for the next 5 hours.

at 11 pm, i asked my mom for a subway sandwich. she preceeded to drive downtown and get one for me. she also washed all of my soiled clothes.

the next morning, she asked, "why did you throw up?" i responded, "because i consumed nothing but hard alcohol. but, i had a good time."

my mom responds, "oh."

i love my mom.