The boys are having a fantasy football draft tomorrow afternoon at our house– which if it is anything like watching them watch football, will involve a lot of beer drinking and heckling and yelling. I plan to vacate the house after a watching in amusement for a couple of minutes. If you put those particular boys + beer + football and make it a competition, they become a bunch of lunatics.
There was some joking that I should dress up like Vana White and host the event, but the lovely Fish considered taking it one step further. We had the following conversation:Fish: You gonna be home on saturday? me: To witness the madness taking place? I am going to dress up as Vana White. Fish: Well, that’s the thing. I was thinking of hiring entertainment to serve drinks and put names on the board. me: Haha, are you serious? Fish: I am. me [obviously confused]: You want me to cocktail waitress and write shit on a white board? Fish: Not what I had in mind per se. I was thinking more like ladies without tops on…that you find on Craig’s List. Fish: You see what I am getting at? me: You want to hire other woman to cocktail waitress and was seeing if I was comfortable with half naked strangers in my house. Fish: Correct. Me: Interesting. Um, yeah sure if you want. Fish: I mean they would be strippers. Me: You know what– that sounds so absolutely ridiculous that yes, I give you my blessing.
Turns out they were too expensive. Fish checked. But the fact that this is my real life is amusing indeed. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. We are missing Brynn already here at the office. I’m proud of myself– I’ve only sent her one WTF?! e-mail so far. Word to your mothers.
*Please note the G Chat conversation has been edited for content and grammar. Fish does not G Chat that grammatically correct, but we love him anyways.