i have been mainly awol since thursday as my mother has been visiting. mothers are very tiring. she has now departed by ferry, this morning, after a detour to courthouse where i successfully persuaded them to let me defer my jury service until june. thank fuck!
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boring weekend stuff (entertaining female parent stressful: may have told the lesbians-in-the-lobby story after several glasses of wine. it seemed like a good idea at the time.) )
"Yeah. My bet? It's that little guy bouncing up and down and waving over there. The one that looks like a bit of a pie fan."
"Hey, fuck you." Hugh snarled. (He was a little sensitive about pie.)
By now the bouncing man was directly in front of them, grinning away like he'd just won the lottery.
"Hey, you're Hugh Dillon, right? The Hugh Dillon?"
Callum snorted, "you're thinking of Paul Gross, guy."
"What?" The guy looked at Callum in confusion before shaking off the comment and ignoring him in favor of Hugh. "Hugh. Can I call you Hugh? Cool. I'm such a huge fan of yours, man. My name's Chris. Chris Kirkpatrick, but my friends call me "Tricky". I'm in Nigels 11."
"I have no idea - " began Hugh.
"Actually, you'd probably know my other band better. N*Sync? Yeah, I was the - "
"Dude!" Hugh grabbed "Tricky" by the shoulders and the man thankfully stopped talking. "I. Have no idea. Who. You. Are. Okay? You got that?"
Tricky smiled and patted Hugh's right hand. Hugh immediately snatched his hands back from Tricky's shoulders. Tricky seemed undeterred. "Maybe you've heard of my fanlisting? Critter Love?"
"Whoa, man. I'm not into that kind of thing."
"No, no, it's named after a clothing - you know what? Never mind. Um. That's a nice necklace you have."
"Oh. My. God." Callum had managed to stop hiding his face in his hands long enough to get a nice clear view of the pathetically hopeful look on Hugh's new best friend's face. "Okay, look. Tricky? Honey? Mr. Dillon and I have to go now. Why don't you give him a call later, okay?" Callum pulled a card out of his pocket, pressed it into Tricky's hands and grabbed Hugh, steering him away as quickly as possible and leaving the other man behind, studying the business card reverently.
"You fucker!" Hugh was wriggling around, trying to get a look at Callum's face. "Why'd you give him my number?"
"I didn't give him your number, you jackass. I gave him the number to the bakery around the corner."
"Ooh, I like that place," said Hugh, quieting down and allowing himself to be pushed in the direction of Callum's car.
"I know you do, but you always send Midori there. Just make sure you keep doing that. I always carry a bunch of their cards with me for problems just like the one back there."
"Done deal, Rennie. Good job."
Callum just rolled his eyes.
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kdklasndlhwqd!
i mean, there's still some hate, but. but.
(what have you people done to me, huh?)
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*chokes on wine* HEEEE!
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*plots revenge*
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I guess not. maybe
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