So I went and picked up Red from her....rendesvous with the Other Guy.
And on the drive back, she was stressing about the whole thing, how she's never cheated, how much she loves the Tool, etc. The entire time, I'm cracking up. Basically gloating, if you will. Because, of course, I called this before we even got to the mainland. Called my shot. And out of the park it went, without me even having to orchestrate a damn thing. Because, you know, I'm brilliant and shit.
At one point, she's worrying about the whole situation (though she knows damn well *I* won't say anything to the Tool), and she says, "How am I going to deal with this today?"
ME: "Simple."
BOTH OF US: "Lots and lots of alcohol!"
Amusingly, I predicted that Other Guy will be moving to KW. Red thinks that that is Not Going To Happen. But I have not been wrong on all this, and I look at the situation as simple math: up here he has no girl, a shit job, and a shithole apartment, both way beneath his abilities and potential, and a fucking horrible economy that doesn't show much hope for his situation changing any time soon. Down in KW, there is a girl he's been thinking of literally for years (yeah, she has a boyfriend, but whatever), he can get a better job, a better living situation, and he's been thinking of making the move anyway for years. And it doesn't hurt that I offered him my couch for if/when he moves down, until he finds his own place. I've basically put out the red carpet for this dude.
Yes, I'm a bastard. A horrible, evil, conniving, devious, fucking bastard. Your point?
Sure, I didn't get any, but this whole thing is fucking hilarious. And we're heading off shortly for (what else?) some Bloody Pigs. Which are gaining notoriety everywhere we go.
I love my life. Now I just need a steady woman in it. Being on the sidelines is entertaining, but I'm so ready to get back in the game.
"Put me in coach...I'm ready to play...today!"
Beercation 2011, taking names but not taking any prisoners! WOOOOT!
And on the drive back, she was stressing about the whole thing, how she's never cheated, how much she loves the Tool, etc. The entire time, I'm cracking up. Basically gloating, if you will. Because, of course, I called this before we even got to the mainland. Called my shot. And out of the park it went, without me even having to orchestrate a damn thing. Because, you know, I'm brilliant and shit.
At one point, she's worrying about the whole situation (though she knows damn well *I* won't say anything to the Tool), and she says, "How am I going to deal with this today?"
ME: "Simple."
BOTH OF US: "Lots and lots of alcohol!"
Amusingly, I predicted that Other Guy will be moving to KW. Red thinks that that is Not Going To Happen. But I have not been wrong on all this, and I look at the situation as simple math: up here he has no girl, a shit job, and a shithole apartment, both way beneath his abilities and potential, and a fucking horrible economy that doesn't show much hope for his situation changing any time soon. Down in KW, there is a girl he's been thinking of literally for years (yeah, she has a boyfriend, but whatever), he can get a better job, a better living situation, and he's been thinking of making the move anyway for years. And it doesn't hurt that I offered him my couch for if/when he moves down, until he finds his own place. I've basically put out the red carpet for this dude.
Yes, I'm a bastard. A horrible, evil, conniving, devious, fucking bastard. Your point?
Sure, I didn't get any, but this whole thing is fucking hilarious. And we're heading off shortly for (what else?) some Bloody Pigs. Which are gaining notoriety everywhere we go.
I love my life. Now I just need a steady woman in it. Being on the sidelines is entertaining, but I'm so ready to get back in the game.
"Put me in coach...I'm ready to play...today!"
Beercation 2011, taking names but not taking any prisoners! WOOOOT!
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