When the end of the world drawn near from what I’m about to mention, you can lay part of the blame at John’s feet.

See, John invited me to a decently large (for me, anyway) Call of Duty LAN party this weekend. Being that I’ve never played it before, I got a copy of it and have been practicing. Actually, there supposed to be a ‘net game tonight involving small-scale COD bloodshed.

Anyways, I asked Crystal if she wanted to try it out. After about 10 minutes and several embarrasing deaths, I asked her if she wanted to go to the LAN party this weekend since the guys were looking for a 24th person.

She said yes.

Just to emphasis, my wife is willingly (and dare I say looking forward to) a LAN party with a bunch of guys. When the resulting apocolypse occurs and I’m in front of St. Peter trying to explain what happened, I’m dragging you along with me, John!