My plans for the weekend:
Brother calls me up to his house for the weekend. I'll get there Saturday night and tell him I'll be buying steaks, he picks the place. Help him with some house project. Have a dog for the weekend. Jump into the pool. Drink lots of beer and watch sports...and talk.
What I did this weekend:
I ring the bell twice and I don't even hear the dog bark once. I let myself in and they are both in the mancave. A really nice place. I'd add a third TV by the pool table and twist one of his couches to drop a fold-up poker table. I'd have this place pumping income.
So, he asks be how hungry I am? He knows that I can whoff down a steak at any given moment but honest to God, I wanted to buy my brother a steak. He ain't that hungry and offers me a quiche. No steak tonight.
Breakfast at Perkins and off to Home Depot. What will be today's project and what will I learn? Carpeting. Dog is getting old and slipped down the stairs. Not the kind of thing a dog looks forward to for the upcoming weekend. The poor girl was so depressed. I didn't know why. She didn't get hurt in her slip. I didn't see anything in her gait to make me think she was hurt. But that slip scared the shit out of her.
First we have to shop. Home Depot isn't really that hard to navigate. My brother made it that way. Carpeting was straight from the door. Okay, I know he has been to Home Depot times over more than me. Who can find them first? Nobody. I knew that before we had to ask someone but this was brother bonding time. Off to Lowe's. I asked someone for them and there they were. The shittiest assortment. Dog is getting the upstairs back THIS WEEKEND. He read the instructions and figured it out after 2 tries. Laid that shit down, time to drink beer.
No steak tonight. After getting the carpeting we food shop. He gets the basics and scoping the place out. Ready to make my move on ShopRite. But before that, we won't be cooking steaks tonight. Shitin' rain covers the region all weekend. I'll get steamed lobsters for us. Tare through that shit and suck down beers? No, 2 markets sold out. Come back tomorrow. Brother was tasting chili dogs and was even willing to make them. They were good but I'm gonna snag some of those lobsters before I go home.
Every morning he gets the paper. How many of you get a paper? It's the one that I grew up with and it is just as good or even better. I made him breakfast. Washed and packed off to surprise my sister. Brother hands me a piece of mail to walk up to the door with. Sister is expecting him so...SURPRISE! I fix her cable and off to rape ShopRite. $160 between the two of us and $75 off in savings. Included in this are our lobsters. Nice lunch. I didn't get my steak but I told you I would got something.
Oh, part of my time with Brother was getting him the Jet games. He's got Time-Warner and they were reaching to block anything. I got him the first 2 games. He knew it would get settled soon but just in case, come to me.
Well, that was my weekend. It wasn't everything I expected but it was good in all. It's Wednesday. Don't you Euros start your weekends on Thursdays?
Edit: I get home and a crazy bitch called me back after 2 months. This has it's own story.