ghetto-est party was here in SC for my friend who was going away to Iraq.
He is married to the laziest piece-of-shit girl I ever met. Down here in South Carolina, when people say they are having a BBQ, its usually an awesome party with plenty of food and alcohol....Chicken, ribs, wings, kegs, ....not this Ghetto-ass party.
I bring my gf to this party telling her its probably going to be incredible since my friend Josh is leaving for Iraq, its going to be an bad ass party. He would be gone for 2 years.
Granted, Josh was in law enforcement and was going over to Iraq to train the police there. So I figured it would be cops at this party, no big deal.
We walk into the back yard: First off its like a sea of eyeballs on us like we robbed a bank, or we are possible fugitives, Josh was inside the house at first.. so it was awkward. The one picnic table in the backyard... has no food, except for 3 bags of chips, 2 coolers of beer... that they just now put on ice.
95% of the people here are in law enforcement.
His wife... shes only 21 is sitting her fat ass on a lawn chair asking Josh... when will the BBQ fire start? Where is this? Where is that? Telling Josh what to do. But not doing a dam thing herself.
So I try and make conversation with these cops... talk about clickish, rude people... I got ignored three times... then they start talking about how "Isnt it great when the perp runs from you into the woods...away from the cameras so that you can beat the shit out of them." etc. etc.
not to mention when the wind would change direction there is dogshit smells all over the backyard, crying babies, cause nobody can get babysitters... and these people are getting ripted on PBR.
No music, because that would wake the baby sleeping inside! I wanted to leave, then some asshole blocks my car in.
Food took nearly two hours to cook: hotdogs...shitty hotdogs. on this bbq trailer that you could cook a cow on... it took them 2 hours to heat it up. no mustard. no napkins.
It was the shittest party ever, I was embarrased that I told my girl how awesome this party was going to be. Because back in the day, Josh and me used to get baked out of our skulls and drink till near death. Fuckin Pigs and a fat lazy wife changed all that.