I was supposed to go out tonight, but I can’t seem to get rid of this never-ending cold, which may even be getting worse as I can barely think today, so I am staying in. H has a few friends over to watch the UFC fights, so I am hiding upstairs. I am sure that the guys would welcome me downstairs, but I don’t want to watch the fights.
We are still waiting on a check from the guy who was in charge of H’s fantasy football league. H was friends with this guy in law school, but I never really liked him. He used to hit on me all the time, in front of H, and in front of his wife, but it made me uncomfortable. And he asked two of my friends out on dates. Both of my friends said no SINCE HE WAS MARRIED. Anyway, H called the guy a few weeks ago and asked when he was going to send the check. The guy said he had already sent it. We never got the check, so H sent an e-mail. The guy wrote back something like, “Now you know what it’s like to wait for a check.” Fair enough since H is notoriously late in sending in his entrance fees to the fantasy football league. Then the guy sent H another e-mail, this time claiming that he only owes H half of what he actually owes H. The guy is claiming that there were only 10 people in the league when there were actually 12, and he is saying that he is going to take money out for certain other things. In the guy’s latest e-mail he wrote that H is an idiot and that H will basically be lucky to get any money at all. H and I think that this guy already spent all the money and is having a hard time raising the money he owes H.
It wouldn’t be a big deal if the guy just said he was sorry but he isn’t going to be able to send the money until March. But blaming H and making up lies and threatening H just pisses me off. What a sleazeball.
Ok. Enough of that. We are having people over for the Super Bowl tomorrow. I have no idea how many people are coming, which makes food preparation difficult. I’m not going to do very much though. H asked I minded if he threw a Super Bowl party, and I said it was fine with me as long as he planned everything. So the food and planning are his problems. I think we are just going to get hamburgers, hot dogs, and chips, so it should be fine. I am considering making brownies and cutting and frosting them to look like footballs. We will see if I am feeling any better tomorrow. It will be a game time decision. And with that pun, I feel this post of boring-ness is complete.
OMG… fantasy football drama! I had no idea football-lovin’ boys were capable of such antics. Sigh.
I have to go all the way to Connecticut to watch the Super Bowl. I am basically just watching to see the commercials and sneer at Randy Moss, who may be H’s friend’s inspiration in sleaziness.
Ew, Randy Moss. I hope Connecticut was fun.
Ugh! What a mess with the fantasy football. At least now you know what to avoid next time.
We are having what was going to be nine guests but has now turned into seven since one couple had to cancel at the last minute. We thought it was just going to be a casual thing but all the guests are bringing at least one thing and we went a little crazy at the grocery store yesterday, so now we’ve got a veritable feast. I cannot even begin to imagine how we will get through the leftovers.
I think we ended up with about 10 people, and we went through a lot more food than I would have guessed.
Wow. That guy sounds like a winner. Can I assume this is the last year H will be in a fantasy football league with him?
It had better be.
Fantasy football leagues are intense! I never would have guessed that grown, educated men could be so petty.
Or so cheaty!
Isn’t football just fun enough on its own? Why does money have to be involved? It does sound like you have the plot of a good caper or gangster movie started here. Sadly, it doesn’t sound like it’s as much fun in real life as in the movies. Hope you’re feeling better!
I think these things are much more fun when money isn’t involved. Plus, then you don’t have to deal with sleazy money-stealers.
You need to drink some Hot Brazilian magical tea. I think it really did help me.
I did absolutely nothing Superbowl-related, except check in occasionally to see the score. “STILL 7-3. How boring.” Oh, and I drank a beer. Woo hoo.
I didn’t watch the end, which was the only exciting part!
Hope you are feeling better and that the Super Bowl party was a blast. I was anti-football (as usual) but I kept checking in at the end–only to see how late the game was running to I could adjust my DVR to catch all of House.
FF…oh the drama. I hope H gets his money and finds a better league next year. And the UFC fight? I would have bowed out of that one as well.
I definitely don’t want H to compete in this league next year. So not worth the stupid sleaziness.
I watched House last night and thought it was a really good episode.
Wow. That guy needs to grow the eff up.
Just for the record. I can and will kick his ass