Can I Get A.... - Friday

That "Can I Get A" should be followed by a FUCK YOU, just like Jay-Z says it.

I get to the bar shortly after 9 and I'm greeted by about 200 drunk people drinking buckets and buckets of beer.  The local country music station is there and everyone is having a good time.  I sit and chill for a little bit, not ready to have any part of drinking that early in the morning.

 

(Tara totally molested Buckeye Santa)

Tara stumbles over and proceeds to tell me that Noah was there first thing this morning drunk as hell talking shit.  What I wouldn't have given to have been there when he walked in the door.  He was all gloating that he's finally getting his paternity test to prove that Ev isn't his and blah, blah, blah.  FUCK HIM.  As a side note here, I'm going to get my mouth swabbed tonight.  Apparently his mother decided Thanksgiving dinner isn't the place for all that to go down.

Now I'm angry.  He showed up there because he knew all of my friends would be there.  I'd really like to punch him in the face.  I'm really hoping for the outside chance that Ev's not his.  Logistically there's only a slight chance he's not, but I just want him to be out of my life forever, as much as it would break his mother's heart.

Anyways, back to the story here.  I eventually find out that Tara hasn't been to bed at all.  Apparently after the episode in the river, she came home, got a little action, showered and went to pick up the rest of the girls to go to the bar.  Freaking great.....  I finally give in and have a screwdriver, breakfast of champions, and am rewarded with a raging case of heartburn.  At about 11, I convinced her we needed to go to Big Boy and get something to eat.

We walk in the restaurant and our favorite waitress is working.  The first words out of her mouth were "Damn girls, it's 11am and you smell like a freaking brewery!"  There's no doubt that many senior citizens were secretly happy we weren't their grandchildren because of Tara's actions in Big Boy that morning.  Oh well.  That's some good greasy grub right there.  T eats more food than I've seen her eat in a long time.  I'm honestly surprised she didn't puke right there.

I convince her that I need to stop at Kohls because I lost my sunglasses last week and we're right by the store.  She says ok, but she's staying in the car.  Whatever.  I get sidetracked in the store and am in there for well over a half an hour.  I'm standing in line at the checkout and I get a text explaining that I needed to get out to the car immediately or there might be damage to it due to some intestinal problems Tara is having.  Oh great...

I get back out there and she hasn't pooped her pants, so we're all good.  April texts her that we need to come back to the bar.  For whatever reason I think this idea is ok and we go back where more beers were consumed and I had my first real drink of the day.  While it tasted good and all, I'm glad I didn't have another.  I got called into work.  I leave Tara with the rest of the neighborhood drunks and am off to work.  It's a good thing we don't have a zero tolerance policy......  I'm sure I totally reeked of bar.  I get my work issue taken care of and head home for a nap.  My mom was picking up Ev to spend some time with him, so I didn't need to worry about picking him up and could nap in peace.

And nap I did.... God it felt so good.....  I wake up and Kyle is at the house asking what the plan for the night is.  I told him fire at my house.  He left and I slept some more.  I got up just before it started getting dark and ran outside to scavenge some wood from behind the garage.  I have a ton of it since we cut the tree in my backyard down, but it's mostly in huge pieces.  You have to dig around to find anything that you can burn in a small fire pit.  I got that under control, took the fire pit out front and went in to get ready for the evening.

Not a whole lot went on Friday night.  I had to take Gavin to soccer training at 8:15, where I proceeded to sit with the other parents and kick my weekend off the right way with a "road pop".  By 9:30 when I got back to my house, there were like 7 or 8 people there just sitting by the fire, drinking beer and chillin.  I refilled my drink, pulled my car into the front yard so we'd have music without the hassle of me bringing my speakers out, and plopped down.  I was exhausted.

I think Friday night we only made it till about one or so, but that was ok, because Saturday was the really important day.....

(Tara wearing her cool hat)

(Kyle looking creepy wearing my new hat)

(Others chillin)