Clareified

On that horrible horrible day when the very bad bad thing happened in Foxboro, I told Ugarles he could host his fortieth birthday at my apartment.

So I had like a BBQ on the balcony and Kearns and Alceste were gonna come, I invited a couple of other people, but it wasn’t really my party.
Anyway, five minutes after kick off, Kearns texts me “good luck I hope you lose.”
So I assume that meant he wasn’t coming and he didn’t. #rude

About an hour after the game ended, he shows up all laughing and making fun of Wes Welker.

I am highly highly highly annoyed.
Highly.
So he goes “aw, but I brought you your favorite ice cream”
I give him this face: O_o

He goes into the kitchen and when he comes out he’s eating ice cream out of this giant  Jets glass.

I pay him no mind, but like 30 minutes later, I’m all “give me my ice cream!”

And he goes “I ate it.”
Now, I’m all “WHAT?!”
He goes “You’re a sore loser. So I ate it.”

So I tell Ugarles “Dude! Kearns brought me ice cream. Then poured it out into a Jets glass, sat at my table and ate it all!”

Ugarles looks me right in the face and goes “That is an upset.”

This entry was posted by Dawn Summers on Tuesday, January 25th, 2011 at 12:29 am and is filed under Personal. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.