Well, I had the Jackets over for some chimichangas and candid conversation the other day.
They were all crammed in my living room and I had to keep telling Brassard about putting his glass directly on the coffee table. “Coaster, wild man! coaster!” Voracek kept messing with the stereo, turning up the music so loud we couldn’t hear each other. We kept running out of iced tea, so we had to take turns on tea duty, and Dorsett was trying to get out of his turn all the time. We kept telling him, “Dude…just get over there and take your turn making the iced tea. We have to have something to wash the chimichangas down.” He never put enough sugar in the tea. After a bit, we had to pull him from drink duty and just gave him a Nerf football to pass the time. He can’t sit still so that made it better.
R.J. and D-Mac went on a grocery store run for more chimichanga makings. They kept calling, all the time, “Hey…are you guys cool with off-brand sour cream?” Or this, “Listen…there’s five billion different kinds of cheese. Which one again?” Moreau and Vermette were suggesting take-out, but then we couldn’t agree on what. Chinese dumplings? Egg drop soup? Vermette insisted on Italian. “You just can’t go wrong with lasagna” he kept saying. But finally, the boys rolled in with the groceries and we got on with the chimichangas.
Seems as though the boys are all for a “Flip-flop” Friday. Think it will be good morale and a good motivator. I overheard Jared Boll telling Nash, “Listen, our feet are in skates all the time. I like to feel the breeze on my feet. It’s good for them to breathe.” All the boys agreed. Mason just kind of sat off by himself, and I was asking the rest of the fellas, “Hey…what’s the matter with Mase? He’s just not himself” but they were quick to let me know it wasn’t me, Mase just has his days where you never can tell how he’s gonna act. I just kind of walked around him, trying to not let his pissed off little expression get to me. Finally, I asked him, “Hey, you gonna take a turn on tea duty?” and he looked at me all stupid and said something about spilling sugar and me shutting up and not telling him how to make tea. I decided to go get Garon and let the kid have his moment and hope for better things next time we do this.
So, the phone rings and Nash is screaming at everyone to “Shut up! Be quiet!” and he’s making wild gestures like he’s shoving everything off a table. Rusty was on the phone…
I take it and ask, “How you holding up, honey?” and we passed the phone around. Lepisto was snapping photos of everything. Upshall wouldn’t get off Twitter and it bothered Jakers.
It was only Umberger who stayed behind to wash dishes and clean up the mess. He does have a hell of a work ethic. See, this never happens around here…only on April 1st.
I mean really…someone else doing the dishes besides me?!
***The plot thickens. No word from Tim at Blackhawk Up! about making good on the bet he lost months ago. Not even a smoke signal. We play Chicago tonight at Nationwide, and that’s no joke.