Weekend Update
There's a lot to tell as far as the race on Saturday goes so I'm going to post that in a separately Monday night. Plus it makes you come back if you want to hear about it, and thusly giving me more hits because, as you know I'm a hit whore. Friday on the drive home I get a call from the SIL. I answer it and Sophia is singing the theme from Scooby Doo (it's her new fav song). Then Sophia asked me if I would come over and… Wait a sec lets back up here for a minute. Last Tuesday we had a Family Fun Time while the whole D.C. Krew was in town for a few days. As we were sitting around the living room we somehow got on the subject of babysitting. The SIL asked me when I was going to start babysitting Sophia and Isabelle. I was all like WTF?? I didn't even know I was on the list of possible babysitters. I think the list consist of my mom, the SIL's twin sister, and the SIL's dad, and now apparently me, The D. So, now back to the phone call. Sophia asked me if I would come cover and babysit her and her sister. I nearly died right then and there. I think I may have even blacked out (while driving) for a few seconds and then soiled myself. The SIL gets on the phone and seriously asked me if I could baby sit on Saturday afternoon at 4. First of all I thought she was only kidding about putting me on the list when we talked last week. Second does this woman even know me? I can barely keep myself safe in my own home. Not to mention taking care of 2 babies. What is she thinking? Why would she even put me on this list? I mean Hello I've never even changed a diaper in my whole life. I wouldn't even know the first thing to do if something went wrong. And what if the baby, Isabelle (only 8 months old) starts to cry? I would have absolutely no idea what to do except to start calling people in a panic asking what to do. But that would be after I started to freak out, and I mean a MAJOR freak out. How would I keep these kids entertained? (And don't say just put in a movie any retarded adult can do that. That's the chicken shit way out of babysitting.)I would just be totally lost and out of my element. But I do think it would make for a good blog fodder. I guess I could take them to a park and pick up chicks. (Every single dude knows that there are two sure ways of picking up hot chicks. 1) Babies, who doesn't like babies. 2) Puppies. What woman can refuse babies and puppies?) But using babies to pick up chicks just seams wrong to me. What am I baby pimp? Anyway, I had to decline the baby sitting gig because I knew I wouldn't be in any kind of shape to anything but sit on the couch after the race on Saturday. If the offer comes again I just want to warn all the women that I know (whether you have kids of not) you had better be on stand-by for an emergency baby advice. Because I'm gonna need it! Saturday after the race and my 3 hour nap a friend of mine who's a bartender at the Point. Was having some kind of shindig. So I meet some people up there about 7 for some after race binge drinking and free shots. We all had a good time watching KU beat Colorado and going 7-0. About 9 or so the rest of my crew showed up with their wives and congratulated me on recent Victory. They left about 11:30 or so, just after some other friends showed up. I left about 2 and took a cab to Westport for a final drink at Kellys, bought about 4 slices of pizza from the street meat vendor. Then headed home, made a couple of the required drunk text and drunk dials then finally called it a night at about 4 (at least that's when the last drunk text went out.) I really need a breathalyzer for my phone. Sunday I had some yummy cold pizza for breakfast and took a 3-4 hour nap waking up just before the Chiefs game. They beat those sorry ass Raiders (sorry Raiders fan but your team isn't very good). During the game I get a text from my buddy the bartender at the point telling me that I owed him money for the tab from the night before. Apparently I took off and forgot to pay my tab. It's a good thing we're friends or I might be in some trouble for skipping out. So after the game I call him and tell him that I was starting the "Walk of Shame" (which is what I call the sober walk back to Westport (or anywhere I leave my car) back to the Point to get my car and to settle up my tab. He tells me he wasn't working and that I owed him the money for the tab, not the bar which is much better. He comes by and gives me a ride to my car. And we settle up. The Race review is up next!
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