Karen had already walked by both of us and into the kitchen to talk with Jill.

Jim got there about an hour later and he didn't seem real happy either - turns out Karen had wanted to do something with him and whatever he'd said had pissed her off as well. I figured that was the end of it so I finished getting things ready (cooler with ice so we didn't have to miss anything when we needed another beer), chips, pretzels and other munchies handy and good batteries in the remote. 'That wasn't what I meant and you damn well know it!' was her reply as she stomped out of the room. Knowing where this was likely going and not being in a great mood anyway I said, 'sure, why don't both of you stay here, watch the game and have a few beers with us? We can spend the whole afternoon together!' Things had been a little bit tense between us for the last few days as it was so when she said, 'I'd really like to do something with you today rather than going out with Karen (Jim's wife). This seemed like it was going to be one of those days.

The usual result is that they'd leave in a huff, spend more money than usual and go back to whoevers house we weren't at until the game was over. It usually worked out ok but every so often things would get a bit tense if one or both of our wives wanted to do something with us or more often just didn't want us sitting watching TV and getting drunk. Usually our wives would get together and either go shopping, out to a movie or basically be anywhere but there with us. It was almost a Saturday afternoon ritual - Jim, one of my friends from work would come over and we'd watch the football game (or hockey if it was winter), drink some beer (ok, a lot of beer) and enjoy ourselves.

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