In case you’ve forgotten, I’m no longer going to review Dancing With the Stars. I just can’t do it anymore. It really is the worst program on television. What will be in its place? I don’t know. Probably nothing for a while. If you have any ideas, let me know.
On Friday, I spent the whole day watching basketball and partying. At first I felt guilty about leaving Dee at home with Scarlett while I got wasted with the guys. Then I remembered how much fun I have with Scarlett when Dee goes out and gets wasted with the girls and I don’t feel so bad. More shots!
Shots are always a bad idea for a man of my age. So are Doritos Locos tacos from Taco Bell.
Also, I napped in my car at one point on Friday.
On Saturday, I went to a birthday party for a one year-old. I drank zero beers and even managed to take an hour nap without being the guy that was off napping in the corner. (It helped that Scarlett was off her schedule.)
Also, on Saturday I got to drive our new car for the first time since the test drive. It was delightful. Scarlett didn’t feel the same. Maybe it was just my driving.
Hey Carl’s Jr.: Putting a hot girl in your burger ads doesn’t make me want a burger, it just means I have to mentally Photoshop a burger out of my fantasies.
Speaking of hot girls eating burgers, I went to Five Guys on St. Patrick’s Day. Lots of cute drunk girls sloppily eating burgers and fries. Nothing in that restaurant was sexy. Especially the girl with two fries in her hair.
I just hope they give all the trains a good scrubbing before I have to go to work on Monday.