a quickie
okay, I'm slowly coming up with a hugeass blog on all the events from five days before I left up till the present, but for now, suffice it to say, HOTTTT shirtless fucking-size-B-pecs gorgeous beautiful Tyreealike sitting across the aisle and up a few rows at Rocky Horror tonight -- ninth show (I sacrificed the obligatory virgin, of course -- she's my mom's older sister's best friend from HS in Kenya's daughter. Name of Diana). So at the end, we're hanging out in the lobby (good news! Chewy's still in town!) and hottt guy comes down the stairs and is chatting, he can't go to breakfast afterwards, he's gotta go back somewhere, borrowed car (made it sound like he was from away -- dammit!)... and he says, "you guys rock" and stuff, and if he's ever around again, he'll be there, and then he sees me and points to me and goes, "And you, rock on. Way to be on top of things."
My saucy response: "How about on top of you?"
"I'm blushing."
I just grinned.
Bwaaaaaa ha! Frank's innuendolicious witticism of the night.
bigass update tomorrow. I think. plus more rocky details such as how Andrew paid attention to me! bwa ha!
My saucy response: "How about on top of you?"
"I'm blushing."
I just grinned.
Bwaaaaaa ha! Frank's innuendolicious witticism of the night.
bigass update tomorrow. I think. plus more rocky details such as how Andrew paid attention to me! bwa ha!