As of now, Tropical Depression 10 is on a direct course to cause some rain issues for the LSU game(kickoff 2:30pm Saturday). Not that it fucking matters to me. I was gearing up for some hard-ass drinking. I mean some real boozing. The Tailgaters, close associates of mine, are going to get to their spot at 8:30am and start the festivities. Kelly(not her real name, but maybe) plans on bringing some breakfast wraps to munch on while she starts beer drinking. Although she admits that for such an early a start, maybe she should bring along some hard liquor for drinks. That's my girl.
I was all geared up for it, too. I was ready to set an alarm so that I could get to campus by 9-ish, sit in a lawn chair and begin to defile myself. I had even decided to take it easy for tonight's Abita Beer-sponsored bar crawl.
But no. Family responsibilities call. Tomorrow has been designated Clean-all-of-the-shit-out-of-my-grandfather-in-law's-house Day. The in-laws recently put his house up for sale and the closing for it is next week. Tomorrow, GameDay, is the only day that my father-in-law is available to run the Moving Truck Show. Since he has exclusive rights to any use of rental trucks in the household and cannot be absent when one is being rented, GameDay is when we will get a truck and haul away the big furniture stuff such as the frig, bedroom stuff, etc.
I put in a day of packing shit up and moving things around today. And I've been given the "it's okay if you go to the game, but I'm going to help with the move" talk by the wife. But I'm not buying that shit, I know where that leads.
I'm not by nature a guilt-ridden person, but it would probably ruin my buzz at the pregame. And, it looks like it will be raining the whole goddamned time. So I'll sit this one out and have to be content with hooting and hollering at a bar with a clear conscience.
1 comment:
I hope your lame, pussy-ass went to the game.
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