Brad wanted to spend some time with the kids tonight, without us hanging around; he didn't even try to back out when Char told him that us leavng meant he also had to keep Alex and Stephanie at a respectful distance, so we went out. We met Dack and Theresa for dinner and then headed to the bar to shoot pool, tried to cheat a lot so that Char wouldn't humiliate us over and over, and we were home by 9:30.
First words out of Brad's mouth: You're a disgrace. I think he meant me.
Sure, when the kids were little we'd have milked the free babysitting for all it was worth, but now it seems like more work than anything else to stay out late. The bar we frequent is filled with twenty-something kids and the music is annoyingly loud, and once nine o'clock rolls around the level of slutdom jacks up and we're ready to bolt. Hell, anything those kids are trying to do on the dance floor, we can just go home and do, without having to get each other drunk first.
But, my father in law is still here and wants to spend some time talking to his daughter, the kids are all still up, and Alex and Stephanie are sitting a little too closely together on the sofa, but Kevin is right there so I don't feel like I need to go in there and be a pain in my son's ass.
Maybe Rachel will play a board game with me.
Christ, I'm bored.
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