Wednesday, August 3, 2011


Jimi's brother went to Vegas last week for his buddy's bachelor party.  We went to his place Friday night to feed his cat and clean the shitbox, and I found this on the coffee table.

Yes, I am the sort that will pick up handwritten papers from your coffee table and read them when you're not around.  (For the record, I originally thought maybe it was a note to us - you know, a "food's in the closet, litter is under the sink" sort of thing.  But it wasn't that.)

It was a list of his flight info and such, and then at the bottom, this gem:

7:45p 7/27 to 12:55p 7/30 = 65 hrs in Vegas

65 hrs - 16 hrs sleep - 3-4 hrs airport/check-in = 45 - 46 hrs party time

$453.00 for 45.5 hrs of party time = $9.96/hrpt

How logical!  

Of course, I wonder if he got stuck in traffic at all, or had times where he was bored as hell - I imagine him thinking "It's costing me $10 an hour for this shit?!"


  1. How funny! I'd read the paper too...
    This also looks like something I would do. I am the queen of calculating.. I calculated how much per bottle it costs for my son's formula...

  2. That's hilarious.

    I so would have read it, too.

  3. This made me LOL. "Party time." This is how men think?!?! Oh, Jesus...we are screwed. Women...that is.

    P.S. I, too, am guilty of picking up stuff and reading it when the writers aren't around. And I'm a snoop. Not going to lie. I definitely snoop. I'd be all over that house after I cleaned the litter box. After all, if I'm going to scoop poop, then I'm naturally allowed to snoop.

    P.P.S. I rhymed that on purpose. Cuz I'm a nerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd.

  4. Chubby, you're worse than me. I didn't even open his bedroom door - of course, this is my man's brother, not some dude I'm dating or something. I'm sure there are plenty of situations in which I would've actually gone so far as to rummage. Okay, you're not worse than me, just more honest.


Please don't make me cry.


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