so, last night, mrs.twink dragged me to a birthday party which, for all intents and purposes, was a great little shindig, however ... i knew only the people that i came with and then 2 or 3 others who showed up, which, whatever ... no big deal. i was already in the company of the most important people at the party.
so tracy, the birthday gal ... at least i think her name was tracy ... help me out, here mrs.twink ... anyway ... possibly-tracy, the birthday gal, was a sweetheart and i do believe i had met her before at a gathering thrown by the twinks in the past, either new years or a birthday, i really can't remember. usually the twinks' parties turn into a blur of alcohol and food, so it's hard to separate them from one another.
anyway, so the house that this party was in so so cute! and the girl--god help me i can't even remember what letter her name begins with--did a great job with the decorating. 4 floors, including basement and rooftop deck. i hung out for a little bit on the roof with zack and jenny before planting my ass on the sofa next to mrs.twink, where we discussed fascinating topics such as: shear genius, top chef, hell's kitchen and project runway. mrs.twink and i were joking around and she confused me with steven saying that steven was the one who was up doing the robot with her at her wedding reception, when the fact is ... it was me who started it off with her and i was up there for a bit until the entire attendance at the reception started to crowd around and watch and, well ... i was done. so, anyway, i was hurt ... so i made some emo comment about slashing my wrists (/wrists) and i got the dirtiest look from some cow in a black dress. here's an idea, you pig faced sow ... eat. me. raw.
anyway, about an hour and 15 minutes into the party, it was time for mrs.twink and i to depart ... we had a drag show to get to! so, she and i made our way through fed hill on foot to meet jamie, terri and bill at some bar called tight rope or on the ropes or rope walker or ... well, something with the word "rope" in it. jamie. was. hammered. already ... it was a little after 9 pm. oy, that boy.
we hailed a cab and all 5 of us squeezed into this brick oven on wheels, which was ripe with stale sweat and undertones of urine, and made our way to the hippo. long story short, yadda, yadda, yadda ... we're in the hippo, having drinks, chatting and the show is about to begin, so we go over to the dance side to find our tables. mrs.twink and i sat down just in time to catch chaka khanvict perform the opening number, a little madonna tune. i glance over at mrs.twink and her face was that of a woman who suddenly realized her tickets to the "Jesus Saves" revival concert, were actually front row tickets to a public execution. she. was. stunned.
but, as with all of the human race, curiosity always gets the better of us and she watched on, i think waiting for the train to derail and spill human parts.
about halfway through the show this collection of middle-to-late-aged women in skimpy clothing and pasty white skin, begin dancing on a portable pole that was lugged out into the middle of the stage ... (for jamie: sorry for not helping to carry that out there, but honestly ... after seeing what was done with it, i wanted to disinfect just for being in the same room with that thing.) they did this somewhat erotic--and extremely creepy--routine and i think i caught sight of grandmotherly labia. i can't be certain. it may have just been a skin tag. anyway, i think even the straight guys who were at the show found it difficult to watch and i threw up a little in my mouth.
now, don't get me wrong. i have no problem viewing a woman's body and i think women are beautiful, for the most part. i'm not sexually attracted to them (shut up, mrs.twink) but i certainly can appreciate their femininity and kudos to these cougars for being comfortable enough with themselves and getting up there and dancing their wrinkles off. i was just ... disturbed ... and after peering around the room, i certainly wasn't the only one.
there were some great performances and a decent amount of humor from the MC who, at one point, asked mrs.twink if i "popped [mrs.twink's] cherry," to which a shake of the head prompted, "good, because he's gay, honey!"
i could tell mrs.twink was tired, so finally, after an extremely long show--which was a lot of fun and very well put together--mrs.twink and i hopped into a cab back to her place where i got into my jeep and drove home.
fin.
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Saturday, August 2, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
another year older ... another year ... wiser?
well, this weekend certainly was fun.
as i stated in a previous post, my birthday plans revolved around 'fogo,' where i could eat my weight in meat, though for the record, i'm pretty sure i only ate about the weight of a 5 year old child. i was surrounded by wonderful friends and family: jamie, steven, terri, paul, jackson, kristen, bob, my father and his partner, paul. of course, my father and paul complained a lot because that's what they do. they both, along with steven's paul, got the salad bar, but that didn't stop them from criticizing the small portions of meat that we were being served off the swords. but what they don't realize is that you keep getting small portions and small portions and small portions until you have this huge block of beef wedged somewhere between your esophagus and your sphincter.
so, after i gorged myself on cows and pigs, i felt like unbuckling my belt, undoing my pants button and just sitting there, hand positioned inside the waist of my jeans ala al bundy from 'married with children.' however, i still wanted one last slice of bottom sirloin which, in my opinion, is the choicest cut at fogo and simply melts in your mouth. so, i wait and i wait and finally some 'authentic' gaucho chef with a fake accent comes by with a haunch of meat and i perk up. "right here, please." after serving jamie a chunk, he comes over to me and cuts me off a nice thick slab. funny, that doesn't look like bottom sirloin. i'm really not sure what gave it away ... perhaps it was the giant blood clot in the center of the meat, all jellied and thoroughly vomitous. "no thank you," i say as i force the piece of meat onto jackson's plate. even he couldn't eat it and that's saying something! apparently, it was lamb and not my bottom sirloin and as most of my friends know, i positively abhor lamb. ugh. a few minutes later i had my bottom sirloin and then i was done. fin. caput. finito. nein. all those good negative words from foreign languages that people use. i will be honest, though. as much as i thoroughly enjoyed the restaurant, i don't think it was quite as good as the one in d.c. the service was rather lackluster and even the meat selections seemed a bit thin. i'd still recommend this restaurant to anyone, though, and disclaim that you really can only go here about once every 6 months to a year. it's THAT MUCH MEAT!
(ok, now that i made mrs.twink sick with that last paragraph ...)
so, after fogo we head over to the central for some drinkage. i see a few people i know but not everyone who is supposed to be there when "buzz buzz buzz" my phone vibrates. well, look'ee here. mrs.twink has decided to puss out and not come to celebrate my birthday with me. how sweet of her. ::grumble grumble::
i tease. i know that mr. and mrs.twink can't hang with the big dogs. it's all good. they're married and old and fall asleep at 8 p.m. watching the news and sitting on the sofa, her crocheting, him jingling the change in his pocket ... it's all well and good. seriously, though. i'm sorry they couldn't make it out as i love them to pieces and would really have liked to see them, but i can seriously understand just being far too tired to do anything and i really will not hold it against them. totally heart you, mr. and mrs.twink!
i had a great time friday night and i met some nice people as well as saw some old friends i haven't seen in a while. i didn't get terribly drunk, but i did have a hangover all day saturday, so i stayed in my PJs and watched tv and passed in and out of consciousness.
ok, so today i did something stupid, hence the question mark after 'wiser' in my post title. i go online at bge.com to pay my bill and i select my bank account where the money is to be drawn out of and i hit the pay button, not realizing that i didn't change the amount i wanted to pay. mind you, i made a previous payment of $71.56 earlier this month and the bill that is still active, still shows the total amount. for some reason payments made do not reflect on the total due until after the due date is up and everything is tallied. oy! so, stupid geoffrey today makes an additional payment of $171.56 (it's high because my first 2 bills are combined) so i've basically paid an addition $71.56 over what i owe. dammit!
i called bge to see if they could cancel that payment and i get some shit about "oh, well, since the payment is scheduled to come out today, we can't stop it. had you scheduled it for a future date, we'd be able to make changes to the amount." meh, 'fuck you! wes gotz ur dollers!' basically. i hate them, but it is my own stupid fault, so ... oh well. at least i'll have a credit for next month, so i guess it all evens out.
in case you're wondering, i did call my bank to see if they could stop the auto-payment but they couldn't guarantee that they could stop it and they'd have to change me $30 to try, even if it doesn't stop. meh. screw that. i'll just let the payment go through and save myself the hassle and $30.
as i stated in a previous post, my birthday plans revolved around 'fogo,' where i could eat my weight in meat, though for the record, i'm pretty sure i only ate about the weight of a 5 year old child. i was surrounded by wonderful friends and family: jamie, steven, terri, paul, jackson, kristen, bob, my father and his partner, paul. of course, my father and paul complained a lot because that's what they do. they both, along with steven's paul, got the salad bar, but that didn't stop them from criticizing the small portions of meat that we were being served off the swords. but what they don't realize is that you keep getting small portions and small portions and small portions until you have this huge block of beef wedged somewhere between your esophagus and your sphincter.
so, after i gorged myself on cows and pigs, i felt like unbuckling my belt, undoing my pants button and just sitting there, hand positioned inside the waist of my jeans ala al bundy from 'married with children.' however, i still wanted one last slice of bottom sirloin which, in my opinion, is the choicest cut at fogo and simply melts in your mouth. so, i wait and i wait and finally some 'authentic' gaucho chef with a fake accent comes by with a haunch of meat and i perk up. "right here, please." after serving jamie a chunk, he comes over to me and cuts me off a nice thick slab. funny, that doesn't look like bottom sirloin. i'm really not sure what gave it away ... perhaps it was the giant blood clot in the center of the meat, all jellied and thoroughly vomitous. "no thank you," i say as i force the piece of meat onto jackson's plate. even he couldn't eat it and that's saying something! apparently, it was lamb and not my bottom sirloin and as most of my friends know, i positively abhor lamb. ugh. a few minutes later i had my bottom sirloin and then i was done. fin. caput. finito. nein. all those good negative words from foreign languages that people use. i will be honest, though. as much as i thoroughly enjoyed the restaurant, i don't think it was quite as good as the one in d.c. the service was rather lackluster and even the meat selections seemed a bit thin. i'd still recommend this restaurant to anyone, though, and disclaim that you really can only go here about once every 6 months to a year. it's THAT MUCH MEAT!
(ok, now that i made mrs.twink sick with that last paragraph ...)
so, after fogo we head over to the central for some drinkage. i see a few people i know but not everyone who is supposed to be there when "buzz buzz buzz" my phone vibrates. well, look'ee here. mrs.twink has decided to puss out and not come to celebrate my birthday with me. how sweet of her. ::grumble grumble::
i tease. i know that mr. and mrs.twink can't hang with the big dogs. it's all good. they're married and old and fall asleep at 8 p.m. watching the news and sitting on the sofa, her crocheting, him jingling the change in his pocket ... it's all well and good. seriously, though. i'm sorry they couldn't make it out as i love them to pieces and would really have liked to see them, but i can seriously understand just being far too tired to do anything and i really will not hold it against them. totally heart you, mr. and mrs.twink!
i had a great time friday night and i met some nice people as well as saw some old friends i haven't seen in a while. i didn't get terribly drunk, but i did have a hangover all day saturday, so i stayed in my PJs and watched tv and passed in and out of consciousness.
ok, so today i did something stupid, hence the question mark after 'wiser' in my post title. i go online at bge.com to pay my bill and i select my bank account where the money is to be drawn out of and i hit the pay button, not realizing that i didn't change the amount i wanted to pay. mind you, i made a previous payment of $71.56 earlier this month and the bill that is still active, still shows the total amount. for some reason payments made do not reflect on the total due until after the due date is up and everything is tallied. oy! so, stupid geoffrey today makes an additional payment of $171.56 (it's high because my first 2 bills are combined) so i've basically paid an addition $71.56 over what i owe. dammit!
i called bge to see if they could cancel that payment and i get some shit about "oh, well, since the payment is scheduled to come out today, we can't stop it. had you scheduled it for a future date, we'd be able to make changes to the amount." meh, 'fuck you! wes gotz ur dollers!' basically. i hate them, but it is my own stupid fault, so ... oh well. at least i'll have a credit for next month, so i guess it all evens out.
in case you're wondering, i did call my bank to see if they could stop the auto-payment but they couldn't guarantee that they could stop it and they'd have to change me $30 to try, even if it doesn't stop. meh. screw that. i'll just let the payment go through and save myself the hassle and $30.
Monday, August 13, 2007
men are pigs ...
quick recap:
this weekend was fairly uneventful save for a birthday party we had on saturday for bob (and later i found out, matt). like all good gay events, this party had a theme to it and this party's theme was "gay prom" or "80's prom" however you wanted to look at it. all the decorating was done in shades of the rainbow (thus gay) and we had several ipods there with 80's playlists. i had a great time and terri and jamie did a fantastic job decorating (utilizing some of the decorations that terri and i had put up previously for jamie's party). i didn't drink a whole lot and thus was able to drive home, leaving the party a little after midnight.
ok, now to the subject of this blog ... men are pigs ...
this afternoon in the men's room i stepped up to the urinal to 'make water' and what do my wandering eyes behold? a nice juicy booger on the wall. i mean, seriously? most of the men can probably relate to seeing this sort of thing in a public restroom and, though technically the bathrooms here at work are considered public, one might expect a slightly higher decorum when in a professional location. yeah, not so much. i was thoroughly disgusted by this find and i stepped away from the urinal with a feeling in my stomach that i can't describe. i mean, this thing was mere inches from my face. that is certainly not something i want any part of my body near, in the restroom or otherwise. ugh. yeah, we all get boogers, but there's this new invention out called a tissue. please use it.
as i began washing my hands i happened to glance up and what did i spy? another juicy boogey clinging to the wall for dear life above the mirror. now, the mirror is approximately 2 feet higher in height than the top of my head so that one took some skill to get it up there and to stick with superfluous dexterity.
i work in an environment of retards, idiots and now, pigs with professional booger flinging ability.
::joy::
someone rescue me.
i'm half tempted to take a snapshot with my phone so you all can share in the bounty of crusty nasal discharge.
this weekend was fairly uneventful save for a birthday party we had on saturday for bob (and later i found out, matt). like all good gay events, this party had a theme to it and this party's theme was "gay prom" or "80's prom" however you wanted to look at it. all the decorating was done in shades of the rainbow (thus gay) and we had several ipods there with 80's playlists. i had a great time and terri and jamie did a fantastic job decorating (utilizing some of the decorations that terri and i had put up previously for jamie's party). i didn't drink a whole lot and thus was able to drive home, leaving the party a little after midnight.
ok, now to the subject of this blog ... men are pigs ...
this afternoon in the men's room i stepped up to the urinal to 'make water' and what do my wandering eyes behold? a nice juicy booger on the wall. i mean, seriously? most of the men can probably relate to seeing this sort of thing in a public restroom and, though technically the bathrooms here at work are considered public, one might expect a slightly higher decorum when in a professional location. yeah, not so much. i was thoroughly disgusted by this find and i stepped away from the urinal with a feeling in my stomach that i can't describe. i mean, this thing was mere inches from my face. that is certainly not something i want any part of my body near, in the restroom or otherwise. ugh. yeah, we all get boogers, but there's this new invention out called a tissue. please use it.
as i began washing my hands i happened to glance up and what did i spy? another juicy boogey clinging to the wall for dear life above the mirror. now, the mirror is approximately 2 feet higher in height than the top of my head so that one took some skill to get it up there and to stick with superfluous dexterity.
i work in an environment of retards, idiots and now, pigs with professional booger flinging ability.
::joy::
someone rescue me.
i'm half tempted to take a snapshot with my phone so you all can share in the bounty of crusty nasal discharge.
Monday, July 30, 2007
the not-so-surprise surprise!
this past saturday was jamie's birthday and to celebrate, we decided to throw jamie a party that wasn't really a surprise party, as he knew that we were doing something ... however, he didn't know the specifics ... that is, until an individual divulged the information to him on friday night.
::frowny face::
apparently, friday night, jamie went out and got completely polluted to the point that he wasn't able to talk without throwing up everywhere. it was very linda blair of him and i think at one point, he shoved a crucifix up his piche, shouting profanities. regardless ... come saturday morning, he wasn't feeling too hot and for some reason, threw the phone away when i asked him if he was hungry for "some greasy fried eggs and a glass of bacon fat." i don't get it.
all that aside, we decided to go ahead as planned and i met up with terri at tom's house at around 1:30/1:45 ... i was supposed to be there at 1, but i hit oriole's traffic and that screwed me up a bit. she and i hit the party store first ... we picked up a huge unicorn balloon, ala 'charlie the unicorn,' a pretty pink birthday princess balloon and finally a balloon that stated in simple terms ... "birthday's suck." truer words were never spoken. we also grabbed two bunches of balloons in the colors of the rainbow (pride, baby!) and some crepe paper (also in the colors of the rainbow), a birthday tiara and a pin that read: birthday girl. yay!
we then hit up the grocery store and bought the necessary supplies and then finally the liquor store to pick up essentials and finally we were ready to head back to the house and start decorating.
we wound the crepe paper around the columns separating tom's kitchen area and the living room area and hung a swath of crepe paper in an upside down rainbow between the columns ... it looked like the gay prom.
jamie arrived shortly after we finished decorating and the party began. jamie, of course, was swearing up and down he wasn't going to drink and started off with a bottle of water then later had a gin and tonic (i believe) which he nursed for-ev-er. meanwhile, everyone was clamoring to get jamie to do a shot which he readily refused until the 'slippery nipple' shots arrived and he was coerced into doing one.
quite a few people showed up and i was so happy to see everyone. i'll try and give a rundown of who came:
jamie (of course!)
tom (it's his house, afterall!)
myself (geoff)
terri
steven
paul
mrs.twink
the mr.
aaron
bob
bill
kristen
jackson
michael
doug (and their son, owen)
sherri
angela
leo
kristin
fisherman dave
i think i've forgotten someone, but i can't think of who it might be right now. it's monday morning ... i'm always slow on mondays.
we had an amazing time and i certainly hope jamie did too! i wish we could have done more for him as he deserves it. jamie does so much for so many people and he is an amazing guy and a friend to many (usually in the club when he's snogging half the attendees!)
i love you, jamie, and hope you had a great birthday!!
::frowny face::
apparently, friday night, jamie went out and got completely polluted to the point that he wasn't able to talk without throwing up everywhere. it was very linda blair of him and i think at one point, he shoved a crucifix up his piche, shouting profanities. regardless ... come saturday morning, he wasn't feeling too hot and for some reason, threw the phone away when i asked him if he was hungry for "some greasy fried eggs and a glass of bacon fat." i don't get it.
all that aside, we decided to go ahead as planned and i met up with terri at tom's house at around 1:30/1:45 ... i was supposed to be there at 1, but i hit oriole's traffic and that screwed me up a bit. she and i hit the party store first ... we picked up a huge unicorn balloon, ala 'charlie the unicorn,' a pretty pink birthday princess balloon and finally a balloon that stated in simple terms ... "birthday's suck." truer words were never spoken. we also grabbed two bunches of balloons in the colors of the rainbow (pride, baby!) and some crepe paper (also in the colors of the rainbow), a birthday tiara and a pin that read: birthday girl. yay!
we then hit up the grocery store and bought the necessary supplies and then finally the liquor store to pick up essentials and finally we were ready to head back to the house and start decorating.
we wound the crepe paper around the columns separating tom's kitchen area and the living room area and hung a swath of crepe paper in an upside down rainbow between the columns ... it looked like the gay prom.
jamie arrived shortly after we finished decorating and the party began. jamie, of course, was swearing up and down he wasn't going to drink and started off with a bottle of water then later had a gin and tonic (i believe) which he nursed for-ev-er. meanwhile, everyone was clamoring to get jamie to do a shot which he readily refused until the 'slippery nipple' shots arrived and he was coerced into doing one.
quite a few people showed up and i was so happy to see everyone. i'll try and give a rundown of who came:
jamie (of course!)
tom (it's his house, afterall!)
myself (geoff)
terri
steven
paul
mrs.twink
the mr.
aaron
bob
bill
kristen
jackson
michael
doug (and their son, owen)
sherri
angela
leo
kristin
fisherman dave
i think i've forgotten someone, but i can't think of who it might be right now. it's monday morning ... i'm always slow on mondays.
we had an amazing time and i certainly hope jamie did too! i wish we could have done more for him as he deserves it. jamie does so much for so many people and he is an amazing guy and a friend to many (usually in the club when he's snogging half the attendees!)
i love you, jamie, and hope you had a great birthday!!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
happy birthday, jamie!
32 years ago, today, jamie flew out of his mama in a swirl of pink glitter and rainbow-colored flying ponies! on that day, the heterosexual world lost a 9 month battle in which they tried to shape jamie into one of their kind ... and the gay world gained an ally. yay us!
happy birthday, jamie!!
i hope you have an amazing day and get all that you want! love you, boy!
happy birthday, jamie!!
i hope you have an amazing day and get all that you want! love you, boy!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
let the stars shine!
mrs.twink recently blogged about her birthday brunch and mentioned a photo montage. the papparazzi were everywhere!! god, it's so hard to be fabulous!
(oh, wait ... we were our own papparazzi ... oh well.)
here are the pics that i promised in a previous blog as well as the ones mrs.twink mentioned ... enjoy!
frightened!
(oh, wait ... we were our own papparazzi ... oh well.)
here are the pics that i promised in a previous blog as well as the ones mrs.twink mentioned ... enjoy!
blue steel montage
(i didn't say we were good at it!)
coked out!
(i especially love mrs.twink's lazy eye.)
frightened!
no .. we're not lushes .. i swear. so what if it's just after noon and i'm already on my 5th bloody mary and she's on her 7th mimosa. we're not lushes i swea-- ::passes out::
ok ... who farted?
dirty little secrets.
i totally love this woman. ::sniffle:: you. complete. me.
(mrs.twink: 5 words for you ... you had me at herro.)
(author's note: ok, for the record i would like to state that i completely hate the formatting tools when dealing with pictures! everytime i upload a picture it totally fucks up my spacing and centering and god only know what else! argh! blogspot, do something to fix it.)
Monday, July 23, 2007
brunch ... is it breakfast? is it lunch? no ... it's alcohol.
first ...
happy birthday, mrs.twink!!!
second ...
sunday morning i arrived at jamie's house at a little before 10:30 a.m. he was off running errands for a few minutes when i arrived so i pulled out my new book and continued where i left off (yes, i brought harry potter with me ... i'm that much of a nerd).
so, he gets home and we pile into his car and head on down to this place--i can't for the life of me think of the name right now ... ugh, it's monday. give me a break!--to celebrate mrs.twink's birthday in the form of brunch. we were informed, previously, that for the price of $13.95 you got bottomless mimosas and bloody marys ... oh, and some food ... but the drinks? um, yeah, my kind of brunch.
so, we pull up and there is a line already forming with about 25-30 people in it ... all wearing board shorts or something similar ... all looking like college kids ready for spring break. jaime and i stayed in the car until we saw at least one person we recognized which happened to be suzanna (one of mrs.twink's bridesmaids). so we get out of the car and wait in line and it started moving. we go in, find a table at the back of the warehouse sized room and sit, awaiting the arrival of the guest of honor.
mrs.twink and the mr. arrive shortly after and there's lots of hugging, many 'happy birthday!'s and even a few gropes (thanks, mr.!). we sit back down and one of the waitresses--who resembles a hooter's girl--brings over several pitchers of bloody mary, followed shortly after by several pitchers of mimosas. this is how i like to start my sunday ... praise jesus.
i pour myself one, adding tabasco for that kick--btw, i'm feeling it this morning ... story for another day ... maybe--and begin drinking. mmm, it's like red gold with a spicy kick. it tasted pretty weak, however, but i figured since i had a pitcher of it pretty much to myself, i was sure to get my daily intake of vodka in breakfast form.
hooter chick comes back around and takes our breakfast orders and in the intervening time we all talked and caroused and had a glorious time. a game of musical chairs commenced as new people arrived and people who where already there, moved to different spots to sit with their friends who just came in, thus forcing the rest of us to slide down the length of the table to fit and fill the space. this happened at least twice.
the food arrives ... it's ok. i didn't get bacon and i really wanted bacon. bacon is my crack, sometimes. here's a conversation between myself, rob and jen.
me: i love bacon.
rob: oh yeah, man! me too.
jen: mmm.
me: i would fill a bathtub with bacon and just soak in it.
rob: oh definitely. fill it up!
theresa: raw or cooked?
me: cooked, definitely. when you cook it, you bring out the delicious saltiness.
rob: i'd lay in the tub and have someone just pour it all over me.
me: and then eat my way out.
jen: you'd die.
me: i'd die happy.
after we ate, people got up and started milling about and chatting with other guests. i was well into my 5th bloody mary at this point and i was feeling slightly buzzed ... and healthy with all that tomatoey goodness ... licopene!!!
it was at this point that mrs.twink and i became two retards posing for the camera. you know how you can tell small children and mentally handicapped people what to do and 9 out of 10 times they'll do it? yeah, that was mrs.twink and i.
jamie: look angry!
me: ::angry face::
mrs.twink: ::mildly irritated face::
jamie: geoff, i said angry, not constipated!!
i love jamie!
me: i get angry when i'm constipated! i'll never eat cheese again!
several other emotions followed: surprised, happy, confused, scared ... all performed by the two jesters ... mrs.twink and i. (author's note: i do have pictures and will add them.)
2 more bloody marys later: i'm now taking close up shots of mrs.twink's face to make one of those creepy piece-by-piece photos. we'll see how that turns out. mrs.twink looks at me and says, "geoff .. you and i are such nerds!" she's right. we're weird.
one of the highlights of the brunch, however, was when mrs.twink succeeded in eating her own fist. i. was. amazed. then the mr. tried ... his jaw doesn't unhinge like mrs.twink's does. i've seen her eat whole goats in one long swallow. it's rather impressive. i have photo evidence of this feat and will post it.
after brunch (which at this point at around 2:30 p.m.) we head over to hers and the mr.'s house to have some cake, which was amazing! the raspberry filling was to die for ... the icing was good too, but was really rich and difficult to eat in one sitting. we chilled out there for several minutes before jamie and i had to head out. ah, i had a great time!
i adore jamie and mrs.twink so much and i am so happy that we were able to share her birthday with her! there isn't much i wouldn't do for that woman, my god. i don't think i even ever said that when i was straight!
happy birthday, mrs.twink!!!
second ...
sunday morning i arrived at jamie's house at a little before 10:30 a.m. he was off running errands for a few minutes when i arrived so i pulled out my new book and continued where i left off (yes, i brought harry potter with me ... i'm that much of a nerd).
so, he gets home and we pile into his car and head on down to this place--i can't for the life of me think of the name right now ... ugh, it's monday. give me a break!--to celebrate mrs.twink's birthday in the form of brunch. we were informed, previously, that for the price of $13.95 you got bottomless mimosas and bloody marys ... oh, and some food ... but the drinks? um, yeah, my kind of brunch.
so, we pull up and there is a line already forming with about 25-30 people in it ... all wearing board shorts or something similar ... all looking like college kids ready for spring break. jaime and i stayed in the car until we saw at least one person we recognized which happened to be suzanna (one of mrs.twink's bridesmaids). so we get out of the car and wait in line and it started moving. we go in, find a table at the back of the warehouse sized room and sit, awaiting the arrival of the guest of honor.
mrs.twink and the mr. arrive shortly after and there's lots of hugging, many 'happy birthday!'s and even a few gropes (thanks, mr.!). we sit back down and one of the waitresses--who resembles a hooter's girl--brings over several pitchers of bloody mary, followed shortly after by several pitchers of mimosas. this is how i like to start my sunday ... praise jesus.
i pour myself one, adding tabasco for that kick--btw, i'm feeling it this morning ... story for another day ... maybe--and begin drinking. mmm, it's like red gold with a spicy kick. it tasted pretty weak, however, but i figured since i had a pitcher of it pretty much to myself, i was sure to get my daily intake of vodka in breakfast form.
hooter chick comes back around and takes our breakfast orders and in the intervening time we all talked and caroused and had a glorious time. a game of musical chairs commenced as new people arrived and people who where already there, moved to different spots to sit with their friends who just came in, thus forcing the rest of us to slide down the length of the table to fit and fill the space. this happened at least twice.
the food arrives ... it's ok. i didn't get bacon and i really wanted bacon. bacon is my crack, sometimes. here's a conversation between myself, rob and jen.
me: i love bacon.
rob: oh yeah, man! me too.
jen: mmm.
me: i would fill a bathtub with bacon and just soak in it.
rob: oh definitely. fill it up!
theresa: raw or cooked?
me: cooked, definitely. when you cook it, you bring out the delicious saltiness.
rob: i'd lay in the tub and have someone just pour it all over me.
me: and then eat my way out.
jen: you'd die.
me: i'd die happy.
after we ate, people got up and started milling about and chatting with other guests. i was well into my 5th bloody mary at this point and i was feeling slightly buzzed ... and healthy with all that tomatoey goodness ... licopene!!!
it was at this point that mrs.twink and i became two retards posing for the camera. you know how you can tell small children and mentally handicapped people what to do and 9 out of 10 times they'll do it? yeah, that was mrs.twink and i.
jamie: look angry!
me: ::angry face::
mrs.twink: ::mildly irritated face::
jamie: geoff, i said angry, not constipated!!
i love jamie!
me: i get angry when i'm constipated! i'll never eat cheese again!
several other emotions followed: surprised, happy, confused, scared ... all performed by the two jesters ... mrs.twink and i. (author's note: i do have pictures and will add them.)
2 more bloody marys later: i'm now taking close up shots of mrs.twink's face to make one of those creepy piece-by-piece photos. we'll see how that turns out. mrs.twink looks at me and says, "geoff .. you and i are such nerds!" she's right. we're weird.
one of the highlights of the brunch, however, was when mrs.twink succeeded in eating her own fist. i. was. amazed. then the mr. tried ... his jaw doesn't unhinge like mrs.twink's does. i've seen her eat whole goats in one long swallow. it's rather impressive. i have photo evidence of this feat and will post it.
after brunch (which at this point at around 2:30 p.m.) we head over to hers and the mr.'s house to have some cake, which was amazing! the raspberry filling was to die for ... the icing was good too, but was really rich and difficult to eat in one sitting. we chilled out there for several minutes before jamie and i had to head out. ah, i had a great time!
i adore jamie and mrs.twink so much and i am so happy that we were able to share her birthday with her! there isn't much i wouldn't do for that woman, my god. i don't think i even ever said that when i was straight!
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