Here he comes to save the day!
Just a piss poor afternoon.
I shaved. I bathed. I trimmed the nosehairs. Yep. Taking her out to Amelia's. Best Italian restaurant in the area with the chef being one of LBG's and my close friends. Then got the call. I think there's some drama behind the wave off, but as I walked out into the hallway I get this:
LBG: Hey man, you going to the folks for the usual Sunday?
Clime: (withholding the disappointment) No, man. Not going anywhere tonight. ~stinging~
LBG: You up for snow crab legs and wings at the Happy Place? (Hooters in Addison)
Clime: Sure.
You must know ahead of time what two trained professionals can do to snow crab legs. We are talking cracking, extracting, and scarfing all the crabmeat in the order of seconds, not minutes. Stodgy, LBG, and I, in our formative years hopped tables at a seafood restaurant. That's like Randy Johnson and Kurt Shilling pitching at a little league benefit game.
Crabmeat, hot wings, beer, sparkly breasts (our server employed a new cosmetic gimmick for the both of us), and football on every screen in the joint. Was I supposed to take someone out tonight?
Coming home forty bucks lighter with a new Calendar in hand(hey, it's Jan 2nd. We needed one!), a picture of the entire Addison Staff, full bellies, and a more comfortable outlook on life, we had the task of hanging said calendar.
Clime: refrigerator?
LBG: No way man!
Clime: ~looking at the ceiling in the center of the kitchen~
LBG: ~snot slinging laughter~
We settled for the wall on the entrance to the kitchen.
On any outing, if it is LBG and Clime, you can guarantee open mouthed out loud laughter. My situation may suck, but my outlook is Mardi Gras. Thanks for keeping me living La Vie Dansante, Bro.
I shaved. I bathed. I trimmed the nosehairs. Yep. Taking her out to Amelia's. Best Italian restaurant in the area with the chef being one of LBG's and my close friends. Then got the call. I think there's some drama behind the wave off, but as I walked out into the hallway I get this:
LBG: Hey man, you going to the folks for the usual Sunday?
Clime: (withholding the disappointment) No, man. Not going anywhere tonight. ~stinging~
LBG: You up for snow crab legs and wings at the Happy Place? (Hooters in Addison)
Clime: Sure.
You must know ahead of time what two trained professionals can do to snow crab legs. We are talking cracking, extracting, and scarfing all the crabmeat in the order of seconds, not minutes. Stodgy, LBG, and I, in our formative years hopped tables at a seafood restaurant. That's like Randy Johnson and Kurt Shilling pitching at a little league benefit game.
Crabmeat, hot wings, beer, sparkly breasts (our server employed a new cosmetic gimmick for the both of us), and football on every screen in the joint. Was I supposed to take someone out tonight?
Coming home forty bucks lighter with a new Calendar in hand(hey, it's Jan 2nd. We needed one!), a picture of the entire Addison Staff, full bellies, and a more comfortable outlook on life, we had the task of hanging said calendar.
Clime: refrigerator?
LBG: No way man!
Clime: ~looking at the ceiling in the center of the kitchen~
LBG: ~snot slinging laughter~
We settled for the wall on the entrance to the kitchen.
On any outing, if it is LBG and Clime, you can guarantee open mouthed out loud laughter. My situation may suck, but my outlook is Mardi Gras. Thanks for keeping me living La Vie Dansante, Bro.
1 Comments:
uh, read it again sweetheart. she blew him off. she plays games with him and he deserves better. he's given her more than an adequate chance to do the right thing and she consistantly treats him differently than he was hoping for. her loss.
besides, he loves me.
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