There was a party forming at my uncle’s place.
My uncle was hosting another one of his fancy, dinner parties with loud enough music to wake the entire universe.
I wasn’t exactly a fan of these parties, because I’ve been to them in the past, and he becomes terribly intoxicated and ridiculously mean. He’ll usually start a tirade in the middle of a party and ruin everyone else’s fun. Why people go is beyond me. One of those weird people is my sister. My sister, while not a big fan herself of our uncle, is too sweet to say no. I told her ahead of time she shouldn’t go, but she didn’t listen. The next day, once the party was over. My sister relayed to me all of the events that went down yesterday. Apparently, my uncle became his mean drunk self, and then started to pick a fight with one of the guests. It became violent quickly, to the point where my uncle was body slammed on the air conditioning system and broke a few bones. They both had to go to the hospital and police were called. I was now really glad that I didn’t go, especially since my ungrateful uncle wanted my sister to try to clean up after the mess he made, and see if he could get the a/c unit checked for damage. Even the cost from the damage done to the cooling unit, he tried to pawn off on my poor sister, and this is exactly why I no longer go to his parties anymore.