party daddy

Elvis is someone who likes clubbing. Okay, you know it's an understatement. He absolutely heart it! Pun intended.

If he has to work late most days...and there's 1 day that he can leave the office earlier, he would catch up with his friends over dinner and then clubbing or maybe karaokeing. I dont understand why he prefers that over having dinner with me and spending time with Joel. Believe me, i have McDonalds delivery 3-6 times a week (lunch & dinner). The other times, i'm probably having instant noodles.

Last night, he told me that IF he's not working late, he might meet up with a bunch of his Bates ex-colleagues (coz a girl just came back to Shanghai). FYI, it's his ex-ex-company. Then i asked why cant he have dinner with me instead??? He said OK. In the evening, i called him to ask if he has to work late. He said most likely not, so he'll join them. I reminded him, "I thought you said you're not going?" Elvis said OK, and we agreed that he'll dabao dinner home. After dinner, we watched TV and also Joel's DVD. Elvis played with Joel a little.

When i was trying to make Joel sleep at 11pm, Elvis suddenly opened the bedroom door and said, "I go out a while, ok?". I thought he meant 'out of the room' becoz he hasnt had his bath. Then, from the look on his face, i knew he meant 'out of the front door'.

So...here i am. All alone at home again when Joel is sleeping. No one to talk to. Just typing on the keyboard. Silence.

Hmm...no wonder Elvis didnt bathe since he came home. It was a plan. It must be.

Before Joel:
Elvis also had to work late nights...and i also ate a lot of MacDonalds. There was a period he was out so much (and denying it) that i had to make a chart to prove it. I noted down the days he went out clubbing on my calendar. At the end of that month, i showed it to him. 4 days in a month. Or was it 5 days?? Anyway, he even argued that 1 of it was Lesley's birthday...so not counted. (!!!)

Each time, he'll tell me he'll be back by 3am/x am. But he's always appear an hour later. So, i decided to tell him instead to come home by 5am (coz i reckon that's a super long time he can shake his ass)...and he really will appear at our front door at 4.45am/4.55am. Smile and give me the I'm-on-time look!