I don't plan on hosting my brother and sister again any time soon.

A few weekends ago, my little brother Tyler, who's a freshman in high school, and my little sister Becca, who's a senior, came to visit me at K-State. I had to work until ten that night, so they were going to hang out with some of my guy friends at their apartment until I got off work. The only instruction that I gave to my friends was not to let my little brother drink too much--after all, the kid's only 14 years old.

When I got off work at about 10, I went straight to my friend's apartment. The second I walked in the door, I heard my little brother yell, "BBRRRROOOKE!" as he came barreling towards me, obviously intoxicated. The second that he gave me a hug, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I sat him down on the couch, and set off to find the culprit of his drunkenness. During my search, I found my sister in the kitchen. She was drunk and getting drunker by the minute. She told me that she and my friends Drew and Gino had given my brother 2- 40's. That's a lot for a freshman in high school! On top of that, he had about 6 beers. I couldn't believe that he was still conscious. What's even more impressive was that he hadn't even puked. At that point, my friends and I decided to head out to a party. Rather than leave my brother behind to wreak havoc on my friends' apartment, we took him with us.

When we got to the party, we sat my brother down outside on a curb by the lawn. He immediately fell backwards onto the grass and passed out. We decided that it would be a really BAD idea to leave him on the lawn like that, so we took him to my car and let him pass out there. We stayed at the party for about an hour or so, and then we decided to leave and go back to the apartment. I had left my beer at another friend's apartment and I wanted to get it before I headed to the other place, where we had planned for my brother to sleep.

As we were pulling into the driveway of the apartment complex, my brother started to vomit. He didn't roll down the window. He didn't open the door. He just let it all out on the floor of the car. I parked the car, and tried to get him to open the door and puke outside the car. This inspired him to try and puke ON me. Luckily, I managed to get out of the way.

When he was finished, I sat him on the stairs of the apartment complex, and went upstairs to find: my friends, my beer, and hopefully some cleaning stuff to clean the puke. My friends were not home, and their apartment was locked. So I went back outside, and some of my other friends had pulled up, looking for the same people. I told them that they weren't home, and asked them to drive me to my other friends' apartment. They had a pretty full car already, but I managed to get my brother up and into the car, while I sat on my friend Dave's lap.

When we got to Drew's apartment, I told my brother to get out of the car. He wouldn't budge. He was quite set on the fact that he would sleep in that particular car that night. After about fifteen minutes of yelling at him, we finally managed to get him out of the car.

When we got upstairs, we told my brother to go to the bathroom and change for bed. While I was waiting, I found some stuff with which I could clean my car. About 30 minutes later, I went to check on him. Sure enough, he was passed out in front of the toilet. Thankfully, he had the clothes on that he was supposed to wear to bed. I led him to the couch and got him to lay down. I sat a trashcan down in front of him, and left to go clean my car up. This guy, who had been trying to get on me the entire night, came with me.

When we got to my car, I let the guy "help" me clean the vomit up (meaning that he did all the cleaning while I watched). When he was done, we went up to my friend's apartment to get my beer. I took the guy back to the other apartment, and left him there. He thought that he would get some for cleaning the vomit out of my car, but he was wrong.

I went inside to get my sister so that she could come sleep in my dorm room. I went into my friend's room where she was supposed to sleep, but she wasn't there. I woke up my friend Drew, and he said that he didn't know where she was. I looked in the bedroom next to his, but still no luck. Then I looked in the room where his older brother was staying for the weekend. Yep, there she was, making out with Tripp, Drew's older brother. I asked her if she was coming with me, but she didn't even answer, they just kept making out. When I told Drew what was going on, he just laughed.

After checking on my little brother, and giving him some ibuprofen and a big glass of water, I went home and went to bed.

I don't plan on hosting my brother and sister again any time soon.