I was thankful last weekend that Justin and I had a hockey clinic to go to during Bird's Candlelight Party. It's just one of those things men shouldn't have to endure. In between clinic sessions I decided I'd like to stay for the 2nd session so I called Bird to ask her a favor, and our conversation went plainly like this:
"Hi honey. Is your party over or wrapping up?"
"Not quite. Why?"
"Could you come pick up Justin so that I can skate the 2nd session?"
"I can't, I've been drinking."
"Oh! Would my Mom be able to come get him?"
"Actually she's been drinking more than I have."
"I see. Ok, no problem. I'll just bring him home then."
This conversation took place while I was standing next to the ex-Mayor of the city as well as the Director of our House hockey program. After hanging up the phone I explained to them both, "I won't be able to stay for the 2nd session as all the women at my house are drunk!" To this their only reply was, "Can we come over?"
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