eh whatever.

“So what the hell are we doing?” I asked.
“Going to Florida?” He responded not taking his eyes off the TV.
Rephrasing the question I asked again, “Why are we going to Florida, How are we getting to Florida?”
Still not even blinking or removing his gaze, from the lights and colors swirling around in front of him and continuing to hit button combination's that I am sure only he knew he responded matter-of-factly “Jackie’s going and we are invited along.”
“Is Whitney going?” I asked hopefully.
“No, she couldn’t get the time off and you wouldn’t work for her.”
“ohhh….Never getting in her pants now.”
“Yep, you fucked up.”

With that we left for Florida.