we went to eat at Red Fish.
great restaurant.
I ordered, the blackened red fish,
of course. but I also ordered
a few drinks called Falling Off
the Porch. some cousin of
a long island ice tea.
and I was feeling mighty toasty
when we left.
sitting at the table next to mine
was a reporter for the local Fox
station. He's a loud fuck.
always shouting in the Mic.
at work, we've wondered if he
was a hockey announcer at his
previous job.
but last night, I never heard a peep.
in fact, I heard the woman sitting
with him. that's what made me look
over there.
I was supposed to go to happy hour
at Red Fish Friday night. It was
a going away party for a guy at
work that is moving to Ireland.
$2 appetizers and drinks.
mighty good.
but I got stuck at work looking into
a few production problems. basically
they wanted me to prove that the 2003
release worked fine. that way when
we install next weekend, they will
no longer be production problems.
and they weren't. I had fixed them
last fall as I retrofitted the programs.
so, I missed happy hour.
and Tim's going away thingy.
maybe I'll see him if I'm ever
in Belfast?
walking to the show, we were coming
up behind some crazy guy that could
barely stand up straight, leaning
against buildings for support,
mumbling to himself.
as we neared him, he suddenly turned
and leapt at me! needless to say, I
was a bit startled.
he bust out laughing, "hahahaaaaaaa,
I scared the white boy!!!!!!!"
he patted me on the back and walked with
us a few blocks, talking jibber-jabber.
To get him going again, I said,
"Damn, look at all the fine white women!"
"No, shit, Jack! They never come down here
unless they Ho's or want crack!"
he was a hoot.
after the show, a friend drove me
back to the parking garage before
they closed, so I could retrieve
my car.
I didn't want to park on the street
and with free access to my company's
garage, I used it. leaving the show
we saw several cars had their windows
smashed. or we walked by empty parking
spots littered with broken glass.
the guy that drove me back to my car
told me that he went to some club the
night before. there he met a former
abercrombie & fitch model and his
boyfriend. the model & b/f were in the
process of moving to Cincinnati. at
one point they asked him to join them
in a 3-way. but he declined. now he
regretted it. D'oh!
and honestly, I had no idea how tired
I was until I got in my car. I was
asked to go out drinking, and was all
for it until I sat down in my car.
but it was already 12:45 and with a
half hour drive home, I just headed home.
there were 5 new messages on my machine
when I got home, all time stamped around
1 AM. a couple I felt obligated to
return before going to sleep.
when I finally went to bed around 3,
I found my bed unmade and remembered
that the sheets were still in the
washing machine, never put into the
dryer. D'oh!
but by then I was too tired to care
and just stripped down to my underwear
and curled up under a blanket.
I can't believe I slept till noon.
i've got so much shit to do.
laundry mainly. but I need to clean
the house as my parents are visiting
over memorial day weekend. and I know
I'll have to work next weekend for
the installation. the rest of the
week will be spent dealing with any
batch problem that pop up. and no
matter how well prepared we are
there will be problems.
my system's batch is typically done
by Midnight, so it wont be too bad.
but it will leave me with no time to
prepare for the parents.
--
BFG
goblin at iglou dot com
"Go Go Goblin!" <toot.po...@ts.of.the.hootin.tootin.land> wrote in
message news:MPG.1b1170aaa...@news.iglou.com...
I didn't know you were gay. If I called you a fag before it was only with
malicious intent and not a compliment.
Not that I am threatened by your sexuality but its just that I had no idea
after reading your posts all these years that you were a dick smoker. ANd
why didn't you post a review of the show and why don't you carry a knife or
something to protect yourself-and why do you drink such fruity drinks wait
never mind that last one-this is just cracking me up. I hope you post more
about what you do-I find it interesting. Cutting grass program'n drive'n
around in the VW. You should create your own newsgroup.
Graves
>I didn't know you were gay. If I called you a fag before it was only with
>malicious intent and not a compliment.
>Not that I am threatened by your sexuality but its just that I had no idea
>after reading your posts all these years that you were a dick smoker. ANd
>why didn't you post a review of the show and why don't you carry a knife or
>something to protect yourself-and why do you drink such fruity drinks wait
>never mind that last one-this is just cracking me up. I hope you post more
>about what you do-I find it interesting. Cutting grass program'n drive'n
>around in the VW. You should create your own newsgroup.
>
>Graves
Haha, oh my. I said it before and I'll say it again: You're a
genuinely weird person.
Ralf #2
--
menschenverachtende Untergrundmusik:
http://www.geocities.com/paul_richard_od/stuff/
I already have 2 newsgroups!
You should have three.
--
Joe Freezetag
just because I have gay friends
doesn't mean I'm gay. you should
know better than that.
look at George! I mean you can't
get any gayer than him, and he's
got a wife and a dog!
and actually, I smoke Camels.
but if you ever want to hook up sometime,
give me a call. Word is I'm quite adorable.
Nah, I don't have the time
to properly maintain the one's
I have
It's true!
--
Joe Freezetag
I had a former alt.punker call me once and they made it a point to tell me
that you were gay, like it was some big alt.punk secret gossip. I figured
they were full of shit. I guess I was right. Email me and I'll tell you who
I'm talking about.
--
Joe Freezetag
dood! and here I thought our time together was special.
now your goin' around talkin' behind my back?!
after all those "coded" messages you posted on alt.punk
about how you love me?!
a couple of blow jobs on the subway
2 years ago, and suddenly ethan denies
our love.
it still hasn't recovered.
I don't need to code my messages of love! I miss you, Bobby!
Frank
and I miss you
indy this summer, eh?