What Would Aesop Make of This?

Friday night, and we were turtle racing at a local bar. With a group of about 20 co-workers and extended friends, including one troublemaker friend who shows up about every half hour, on the half hour, with a tray of shots that taste like Kool Aid. And I begin to wonder if he's truly my friend, or if this is a case of Alcoholism by Proxy.
Despite the many pitchers of the beer on our tables (you get tickets to race with every drink purchase) I was not assigned a turtle to cheer for. Their names are pretty cute: Chucks, Doozy, Lucky Dan and Jolanda. One friend won a t-shirt because his turtle was first across the finish line, and another won a free drink, because hers was last. A more in-depth explanation of these shenanigans is on this blog, should you like to learn more.
I was talking to our real estate agent earlier this week about setting up some appointments and I explained Friday would not work for us because we were turtle racing. She laughed, she's doing the same thing next week.
Ok, gotta go. Jason's been asked to call his family in Ohio and urge them to vote for Obama in the upcoming primary. I have to cut the phone lines. ;)