Bayou and his brother venture onto the river Thursday night for the last boat race of the summer.
Wonderful, I thought. See....I don't really care that he goes out on a school night, I just know that I have to prepare for what inevitably lies ahead for when he stumbles home and the lack of sleep that will likely happen. I met some friends out for a drink after work, and was successfully home from the ci-tay by 7:45...enough time take the dogs on a long walk, prep my stuff for the next day, and chill out.
I call Bayou at 7:30 on my way home.
Me: Hey babe, heading home now.....how are you guys doing?
Bayou:: Oh hey TBag....we are wrapping up now. Putting the hammer down. I will see you real soon.
(This is hilarious because our boat is a pontoon with a 25 horsepower engine)...."Hammer down" is laughable.
Me: Ok...sounds good. (Knowing damn well those tards are at Blarney Island, and judging by every other time we left that place....he has at least 45 minutes of a boat ride back to their shop, then at least 30 minutes of dicking around and a 15 minute drive home)
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