He eventually did call. At least I have to give him credit that it finally occured to him to actually do this. Several hours later than i began to worry, but he is a man, so the fact that it dawned in his mind to call me at all is a small miracle.
Tonight he's driving to Foxwoods. Right now. Like an hour and a half away, to gamble with like 20 bucks. I dont really understand that one either, but I've started to realize I understand very little. I wonder if maybe I should have gone with him?
The kid he's going with isn't the dog toucher (Thank god). He's just a guy, has a decent job, a decent fiance, a decent life. He does drag the fiance on every one of these little *things* bear goes to. I just dont know, I couldn't really handle being draged from movie to a kids house to casino to wherever.
I used to of course. I used to drive the fucking caravan full of people to all sorts of destinations like those, then hang around aimlessly hoping that we didnt pick up *too* many strangers that particular day. Then again sometimes those strangers became more important than the regulars.
But anyway, I just hole away here. I like it better that way. I'm already dreading tommorow, when I have to go listen to a lady who knows less about computers than my mother stumble through a presentation about some new "Farm" software.
Well, maybe he'll win some cash and we can go out to see a movie or have some dinner. That I might go out for.
