We had three basketball games this morning and then we actually had date night. Not the usual date to the grocery store but an actual date. Dave got Blues hockey tickets from work. I haven't been to a hockey game in probably fifteen years. Whenever we got tickets, Dave would take one of the girls. We went to dinner first and then the game. We had club seats where you get free food and drinks all night. Dave who very rarely drinks had four beers and I had two hot chocolates. We left the hockey game around eleven. I was driving and Dave was navigating. We drove around the scenic route for a while in the absolute worst neighborhoods in the city of St. Louis. That was fun. Once we got on the highway Dave told me we needed to stop at a gas station soon so he could pee. Yet again, we pick another bad neighborhood.

Dave talked me into going to the casino. I haven't been there in probably five years. I ended up winning a little over 100 dollars. By the time we were done we were down $15 between the two of us. We were getting tired and decided to leave. We couldn't believe that it was 2:00 in the morning. Not bad for two almost forty year olds who are normally asleep by 10:30. Dave suddenly felt the urge to poop once we got in the parking lot. He kept yelling at me to drive faster, he was afraid he wouldn't make it to the nearest gas station. I'm sorry but I don't feel like pulling out of the casino parking garage going 70mph. We exchanged a few pleasantries in the car on the way to the nearest gas station. The closest gas station didn't have a bathroom that didn't require getting a key from an attendant, their was a waffle house next door, he told me to go there. I dropped him off and contemplated leaving him there with the rest of the drunks. He finally came out and we headed for home. Yet again he complained that I wasn't driving fast enough because his stomach was upset. Had this been a real date I doubt I would go out with this impatient,hostile, diarrhea boy again.