It Pays To Advertise
In response to my posts/pleas-for-help on Thursday night/Friday morning, i got...well, not much. Fortunately, i had turned on my Yahoo messenger in class. i got some messages from some woofy guys who i had to tell that i couldn't chat. i DID have to learn this stuff and this was my last chance to ask questions. Then i got a ping from verucabear:verucabear:hey, how you doing?
wooferstl:WOOF! Good...still in class. Did you see my post(s)?
verucabear:No, let me check them out.
wooferstl:WOOF!
verucabear:Still need a ride?
wooferstl:Yes! You free?
verucabear:Yes I am. We haven't chatted much, but we have a lot of mutual LJ-Friends.
wooferstl:i know...but i'd still like to meet you
verucabear:Cool...where and when?
Conversation paraphrased...my memory isn't THAT good, but you get the gist of it
WOOF!! Travis picked me up and we headed into town. Once again, the LJ-magic did it's thing as we were able to just pick up chatting. We went down to the gay ghetto, "Crossroads", and took everyone's suggestion and ate at Black-Eyed Peas. YUM!!! Damn, i needed some comfort food and that i got.
Bellies full, we hung out and got to know each other. All to soon, however, it was time to head to the airport. i WAS able to charm him out of his shirt for one of my infamous "hugpics". (And, for all you pervs, if you'll look in the lower right hand corner, you'll notice that i have my pants on).
The flight home was uneventful...strangely quiet flying late on a Friday evening. The concourse at Love was desolate...and Lambert was too. Pics of that tommorrow. Met up with Matthew and everybody at JJs, had a few drinks then home to bed. A long trip with a happy end.
