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kybearfuzzToday was actually fun for the most part. My nephew's football team lost by two points, which was okay as they played really well. I got to sit next to this nice smelling daddy bear almost the whole game (yes, I was sitting that close to him). His grandson is on my nephew's team. He's also a nice guy, it made the time pass quicker. And there were many hawwwttt daddies (literally) in the stands and coaching. I guess football can be entertaining.
After the game, my sister, nephew, and brother-in-law went to Angels & Wings for dinner. It's the only bar and grill in my sleepy little Baptist town. In a moment of selfishness and absentmindedness, we forgot to call my twin and see if he wanted to go. After all, he'd been invited to see the game with us and didn't as he wanted to play golf, so naturally he should have crossed our minds at dinner time (*dripping in sarcasm*). So after we're almost done with dinner, my cell phone vibrates in my pants (ooohhh... yeah.. :) and it's the twin, asking where we are. I tell him and he flips out... "I was going to buy you all dinner, nice of you to invite me..." as the world naturally revolves around him. Honestly, we didn't give him a thought as we were tired and hungry and he wasn't with us. Politely, I said we were sorry. He said he'd try calling for two hours to get hold of us. As my phone didn't vibrate but the once, I know that was a fib. So he shows up, sits at the bar telling the old drunk he plays golf with his sob story about how his mean siblings didn't call him, and ignores us, sulking the night away. And here, I thought I was the drama queen in this family. Apparently, I have competition.
Seriously, if we had gone to dinner at Arby's or Wendy's instead, he wouldn't be pissed. However, we went to the only place in town to get a beer, so obviously, we've slighted him. Eh, screw him, the brat will be in a better mood tomorrow.
After dinner, my mom babysat the nephew, the brother-in-law stayed at the bar to drink with buddies, and my sis and I went to play Bingo. We had a fun time, but didn't win a cent. I almost won $1,000 on the last game, but some old dude without teeth beat me to the punch. Well, he needs new dentures I guess, so luck was with him. I'm at the twin's house, he's already in bed. Sulking can drain a person. I need a shower to remove the cigarette stench from me before I hit the hay. At least I've managed to miss the Chicken Festival, so far. Don't ask.
After the game, my sister, nephew, and brother-in-law went to Angels & Wings for dinner. It's the only bar and grill in my sleepy little Baptist town. In a moment of selfishness and absentmindedness, we forgot to call my twin and see if he wanted to go. After all, he'd been invited to see the game with us and didn't as he wanted to play golf, so naturally he should have crossed our minds at dinner time (*dripping in sarcasm*). So after we're almost done with dinner, my cell phone vibrates in my pants (ooohhh... yeah.. :) and it's the twin, asking where we are. I tell him and he flips out... "I was going to buy you all dinner, nice of you to invite me..." as the world naturally revolves around him. Honestly, we didn't give him a thought as we were tired and hungry and he wasn't with us. Politely, I said we were sorry. He said he'd try calling for two hours to get hold of us. As my phone didn't vibrate but the once, I know that was a fib. So he shows up, sits at the bar telling the old drunk he plays golf with his sob story about how his mean siblings didn't call him, and ignores us, sulking the night away. And here, I thought I was the drama queen in this family. Apparently, I have competition.
Seriously, if we had gone to dinner at Arby's or Wendy's instead, he wouldn't be pissed. However, we went to the only place in town to get a beer, so obviously, we've slighted him. Eh, screw him, the brat will be in a better mood tomorrow.
After dinner, my mom babysat the nephew, the brother-in-law stayed at the bar to drink with buddies, and my sis and I went to play Bingo. We had a fun time, but didn't win a cent. I almost won $1,000 on the last game, but some old dude without teeth beat me to the punch. Well, he needs new dentures I guess, so luck was with him. I'm at the twin's house, he's already in bed. Sulking can drain a person. I need a shower to remove the cigarette stench from me before I hit the hay. At least I've managed to miss the Chicken Festival, so far. Don't ask.
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Date: 2004-09-26 08:32 am (UTC)Come on!
Date: 2004-09-26 10:36 am (UTC)You know, in all my years in Corbin, I'd never gone. It took Dave to get me there (and boy, was he sorry ... actually, I think he enjoyed the world's largest frying pan ... although we moved soon after so draw your own conclusions). ;)
Guess you'll have to settle for watching the Food Network's special on it. *sigh*
hmm
Re: Come on!
Date: 2004-09-26 03:06 pm (UTC)The Food Network does a special on the Chicken Festival?
Sad to say perhaps ...
Date: 2004-09-27 01:50 am (UTC)Re: Sad to say perhaps ...
Date: 2004-09-27 03:28 am (UTC)It must have been a desperate day for the Food Network.. and I'm sure that Ms. Kentucky's career was furthered by clucking on television.