Thursday, August 9, 2007

last night we went greek ... again!

last night was an unofficial blogger convention and included 3 bloggers and 2 non-bloggers ... they were pretty much shunned for the entire evening. poseurs!

the plan was to meet at mr. and mrs.twink's house at some time ... uh ... times got a little confusing at one point. you see, i originally thought the planned gathering time was 5:30 ... mrs.twink actually said it was 6:00 and, well, jamie wanted to hit the gym before he came out and asked if we could meet at 6:30 ... well, i had a long day at work, got home, chilled out for a bit, showered all the sweaty filth from my body and left for their house. i forget stuff when i'm exhausted.

oh, i just have to tell you a quick story while i was on the way there. at the toll booths at the harbor tunnel, some idiot woman had stopped in the ez-pass lane and started holding up traffic. apparently she thought it was a cash lane but when she got up to the booth, she noticed no one inside to give money to. well, the horns started blaring; people started shouting. she throws the car in park and gets out. i smelled trouble brewing and was waiting for the crack! crack! crack! of automatic weaponry ... i happened to be in the next lane over. not thrilled about this and the possible outcomes of any confrontation:

man: go!
idiot woman: i don't have ez-pass! i thought this was a cash lane!
man: just fucking go through it!
idiot woman: didn't you hear me?!
man: they'll send you a ticket in the mail!
idiot woman: they'll send me a ticket? oh hell no! ::clutches 2 dollars in her hand and comes into my lane to pay the woman at my booth::

thankfully i paid just as she walked over and i was able to leave all that road-ragey drama behind. phew!

so ... while driving through the harbor tunnel a revelation occurred to me ... i think we're supposed to meet at 6:30 ... i look at my watch ... 5:10 pm. shit ... i'm over an hour early. as soon as i pass through the tunnel i call mrs.twink. i got her voicemail.

me: ::in a meek voice:: um, mrs.twink ... i, um ... i think i made a boo-boo. ::laughs a bit:: um ... call me as soon as you get this, please. thank you.

i get to their house, i park, i sit, i wait ... a few minutes later she calls back and i explain the situation.

me: i'm so sorry. i could have sworn the meeting time was 5:30 but when i got into the tunnel i started thinking that maybe it was 6:30.
mrs.twink: you're here now?
me: yes?
mrs.twink: oh. my. god. my house is so not clean. i was going to clean before everyone got here!
me: oh, i'll just wait outside in the stifling heat. i'll be fine.
mrs.twink: ::laughs:: you can come in, it's fine.

her and i watched "the world series of pop culture" for a while and i mastered the 'james bond' category. it was fun.

fast forward >>>

the mr. comes home ... theresa shows up ... jamie shows up ... we go to eat.

we walked to samos and mrs.twink puts her name down and while waiting to be seated this young asian kid comes in, about 18 or 19 ... college age kid ... and i'm laughing and i can't stop. mrs.twink thinks i am laughing because i look at him and then look at her and it's some sort of asian thing. not even close. without divulging too much detail, let's just say this kids pants were a little snug in the front. that's all i'm saying. a few minutes later he's joined by another guy and they give a quick furtive touch ... nervous because they are two gays guys in a crowded restaurant so i start talking about gay things, outing myself to them, perhaps to ease the tension they're feeling. i remember those days. strength in numbers!! it must have worked because shortly after, the one guy puts his arm around the kid and they hold each other for a few seconds. awww. now ... what's strange about all of this is the old man they apparently were there to meet. now, when you have a coupling like this there are generally only two conclusions: a) he's their sugar daddy, or b) he's the filmographer for the amateur porn they'll be performing later. it was a bit disturbing.

anyway ... dinner was fabulous ... the company was by far the best thing of the evening and i had an amazing time. i always do when i hang out with my friends and i absolutely love jamie, mrs.twink, the mr. and theresa. i especially like propositioning the mr. for a trade in "favors" for the borrowing of some of my ps2 games. whee. a girl's gotta get it any way she can!

i <3 you guys!

5 comments:

Terri: said...

I'm feeling shunned for being a blogger and not invited to attend the unofficial blogger conventions. {sniffle sniffle -- tear tear} Hahahaha -- just kidding.

It's funny how you blame being exhausted on your flakiness. You must be exhausted A LOT!!! LOL!!!

Loves ya mucho tacos.

MrsTwink said...

haha! I *loved* the line you used on the Mr. last night!
"I have a ton of games. Just come over and I'm sure I can pull out something you like... and then maybe you could pull out something that I like."

I heart you!

Theresa said...

dinner was fantastic - we should do it more often!

Scooter McFly said...

since when is arriving early for something considered "flakiness"? i always attribute flakiness to people who say they are doing something then at the last minute change their mind and don't do it. if anything, i was punctual ... to the point of being an obtrusive house guest. lol

bricknhymr said...

1. I would have killed the E-Z Pass woman... seriously.

2. HAHAHA you tagged this with Tzaiki

3. So nice of you to create a good atmosphere for the youngins and there dreams of being the NEXT GAY PORN STAR... I think that is a new show on bravo, or the food network