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Good weekend. Started off Thursday with pool and karaoke. My hair is going insane, so I wore my cowboy hat, hyuk! I sucked at pool, but so did Jeff. Greg whooped up on us pretty soundly. I left there after midnight or so to watch my homies belt their stuff. On the way in, I was propositioned by a guy for sex. I unfortunately had to tell him no and he must have been completely devastated because he fell off a pillar he was leaning against. As much as anyone can fall off something that is 4 feet wide and not moving. Or he was drunk, you know, whatever.
I wasn't feeling very well, though. Oddly enough, I think it was the smoke. Odd because I smoke socially. The music was also Texas country with terrible singing and that wasn't helping. But then the music started to get more hype and I felt better. The smoke was still making me sick, so I had part of one, myself, and proceeded to get sicker. I was going to head out but Joely Woely was coming up, so I stayed to hear him. He has the voice of a gay angel.
Friday, David came into town. Greg and I had sushi earlier on that day and ogled the waitress, per our usual. We tried to have dinner at Cafe Capri, but that didn't work out. Ended up at IHOP. We went to Duddley's and had drinks galore. I had my usual serving of dark beer delight. Zeigenbock to warm me up for less than the price of my panties, and Guinness for pure delicious taste. I guess one of the guys wasn't feeling NG and one of the younger guys couldn't step into a bar, so we went to dum dum dum, the pool hall. But wait, there's more!
Me being a little sloshed, I smile at a couple of cute guys on the way to the pool place because well, I can't stop smiling when I'm tipsy. And they were cute. So David is all like, "what the fuck is he looking at?" and continues driving. For some reason, the guys take offense...wtf? Heh. When we stop at the stop sign, still chatting nonchalantly, the two guy come up to the car and are a bit angry. I, of course, had my window down and the guy tries to hit David through my side. He mainly ended up slapping David's arm and tagging my forearm a bit. I can't help but laugh. It's all so absurd and I was kinda confused. I was like, hey it's the cute guy! Then oh, hey he just hit David!!! Wow! So, I push the guy away from hitting our DD because that's just not cool and also took time to note he had a nice chest. There should be some code about that. Hitting the DD I mean, not the nice chest. Then we drove away. It was so crazy.
Made it to the pool hall and chilled. Went to Daniel's place and continued the festivities there. There's another story here about me being crazy, then smoking, then puking, and smoking while leaning out a window, and trying to sleep in the driveway naked...but yeah. That's not a story for little boys and girls.
Saturday was nice and mellow. Had some soup and went shopping with David for a Mother's Day present and for Greg some nice polo shirts. Then later that night we ordered a healthy dinner of pizza and buffalo wings and bunkered in for a game of hearts. It took FOREVER. But I won, of course. We tried this new rum, well new to us anyway, and it was quite tasty.
Today. Well. Greg and I spoke with our secondary love languages.
I wasn't feeling very well, though. Oddly enough, I think it was the smoke. Odd because I smoke socially. The music was also Texas country with terrible singing and that wasn't helping. But then the music started to get more hype and I felt better. The smoke was still making me sick, so I had part of one, myself, and proceeded to get sicker. I was going to head out but Joely Woely was coming up, so I stayed to hear him. He has the voice of a gay angel.
Friday, David came into town. Greg and I had sushi earlier on that day and ogled the waitress, per our usual. We tried to have dinner at Cafe Capri, but that didn't work out. Ended up at IHOP. We went to Duddley's and had drinks galore. I had my usual serving of dark beer delight. Zeigenbock to warm me up for less than the price of my panties, and Guinness for pure delicious taste. I guess one of the guys wasn't feeling NG and one of the younger guys couldn't step into a bar, so we went to dum dum dum, the pool hall. But wait, there's more!
Me being a little sloshed, I smile at a couple of cute guys on the way to the pool place because well, I can't stop smiling when I'm tipsy. And they were cute. So David is all like, "what the fuck is he looking at?" and continues driving. For some reason, the guys take offense...wtf? Heh. When we stop at the stop sign, still chatting nonchalantly, the two guy come up to the car and are a bit angry. I, of course, had my window down and the guy tries to hit David through my side. He mainly ended up slapping David's arm and tagging my forearm a bit. I can't help but laugh. It's all so absurd and I was kinda confused. I was like, hey it's the cute guy! Then oh, hey he just hit David!!! Wow! So, I push the guy away from hitting our DD because that's just not cool and also took time to note he had a nice chest. There should be some code about that. Hitting the DD I mean, not the nice chest. Then we drove away. It was so crazy.
Made it to the pool hall and chilled. Went to Daniel's place and continued the festivities there. There's another story here about me being crazy, then smoking, then puking, and smoking while leaning out a window, and trying to sleep in the driveway naked...but yeah. That's not a story for little boys and girls.
Saturday was nice and mellow. Had some soup and went shopping with David for a Mother's Day present and for Greg some nice polo shirts. Then later that night we ordered a healthy dinner of pizza and buffalo wings and bunkered in for a game of hearts. It took FOREVER. But I won, of course. We tried this new rum, well new to us anyway, and it was quite tasty.
Today. Well. Greg and I spoke with our secondary love languages.