Little Kiddycup happened.

Every great story does not start with I was drinking a miller lite...amiright? It's usually Every great story starts with "I was taking one too many shots of fireball..." [and drinking consistently since 3PM.... And that is the start of how I met kiddy cups younger brother.  Yes, you heard correctly.

Granted, the pictures from that night are blurry - a mere metaphor of everything that night stood for. I went to visit my old school (and his brother goes there - that's how we said we "met"when we were a thing) and he was at the sorority party I was at.

Ever been drinking and you don't realize what you are even doing until hours after it happened? No, this is not meant to be a story about how I got drunk. But seriously one second I was standing with my friend and next thing I knew I went up to his brother. Somehow drunk me realized it was him. I'm not sure what I said to him besides IM RACHEL I DATED YOUR BROTHER.

He replied, "yeah, he talked about you before - that means he really liked you".  I laughed (very likely), and just went screaming about how he stinks and I'm to good for him (very true). It must have felt like I was talking his ear off for like 15 minutes but I bet it was only about three.

I was SO very temped to take a picture to send to kiddy cup (we no longer talk), but instead a drunk texted at 145 AM sufficed.

Long story short: Met little kiddy cup, screamed in his face, he probably rolled his eyes OH LOOK A DRUNK WHITE GIRL and we were on our merry ways as he texted Kiddycup saying he met the crazy bitch you used to date.


Don't drink fireball and meet ex's siblings, the end.

insert picture from that night here. kidding, all blurry.