Hearts and Kisses and Rainbows
Last night seemed to be filled with a really beautiful, gentle love everywhere I went.
I started off the evening at the Hub with Saran Wrap and the Secret Friend. They are both such lovely people that it's hard to feel anything but bubbling happiness around them, which is wonderful and magnificent and all that. Bizarro World was there, too, which was a little odd, because I used to have a major - like baton-twirling, rah-rah-rah, major - crush on him, but he never even seemed to know it. It was one of those things where I couldn't even do anything about it, I was so head over heels infatuated with him, but, then, a year and a half later, when I don't even care anymore, he's all chit-chatty and flirty. Timing can be a really stupid thing sometimes.
Anyway, we went to the Rack after the Hub, and the Secret Friend tried to teach me to play pool. This was a marvelous generosity, since I am well known for my completely retarded inability to figure out the geometrics of pool. I tend to think that if you shoot straight and stick your ass in the air, things will go as you want them to, but, alas, pool is a subtle game, not a nightclub foray or a blog post and, thus, more skill than what I had was needed. The Secret Friend showed me several smart pointers, though, and, so, perhaps, one day after years of annoying other people with my attempts, I will be a clackety-clack, don't-talk-back pool shark.
There was this one thing that totally broke my concentration, though. I heard my cell phone go off, and I looked over to the railing, and it was all shaking up on the wood, making that vibrating surface noise, so I went over and picked it up, only as soon as I did, I saw that the backdrop on it wasn't mine at all, so I immediately put the phone down, hanging up on whoever had called the person that wasn't me.
I turned to the girl next to me, "Is that your phone?"
"No, it's his," she pointed at her date.
"Sorry, man, I thought that was mine. They're exactly the same!"
He sorta looked at me like I was nuts.
"No, look, we even have the same drink! I just figured that was my sh*t. Sorry!"
We did have the same drink - Long Island Iced Teas with big, thick black straws - but the guy just got all South Tampa ruffled on me and made that smackety diva head at me, as if it were, like, this huge drama that I had touched his phone. Men shouldn't be using straws, anyway.
I tried to explain again that we had the exact same phone and the exact same drink, so the mistake was pretty understandable, and, really, I was very sorry, but it was useless. He either wasn't understanding or didn't want to, and, well, it was just so silly and so not a big deal that I got a little giggly when I realized he was gonna play the glass house bon vivant.
I went to line up another shot, with the Secret Friend being very careful to tip me in the right direction, when I just busted into giggles.
"I'm sorry. I gotta relax on that for a minute. Did you see what just happened?"
The Secret Friend just laughed, "Yeah, he moved his sushi, too, afterwards," which sent me catapulting into laughter. I mean, for Christ's sake, it was an accident, and a pretty funny one at that. Unless you're that dude, I guess.
We wrapped up the night with a very deep conversation about the return of Saran Wrap's boyfriend, which had me glowing with the magic of her ardor. How excellent that the effects of love are so catching! I made a few pit stops on the way home, and carried all that lovey-dove goodness with me, so that when I slept, I had gorgeous dreams.
I started off the evening at the Hub with Saran Wrap and the Secret Friend. They are both such lovely people that it's hard to feel anything but bubbling happiness around them, which is wonderful and magnificent and all that. Bizarro World was there, too, which was a little odd, because I used to have a major - like baton-twirling, rah-rah-rah, major - crush on him, but he never even seemed to know it. It was one of those things where I couldn't even do anything about it, I was so head over heels infatuated with him, but, then, a year and a half later, when I don't even care anymore, he's all chit-chatty and flirty. Timing can be a really stupid thing sometimes.
Anyway, we went to the Rack after the Hub, and the Secret Friend tried to teach me to play pool. This was a marvelous generosity, since I am well known for my completely retarded inability to figure out the geometrics of pool. I tend to think that if you shoot straight and stick your ass in the air, things will go as you want them to, but, alas, pool is a subtle game, not a nightclub foray or a blog post and, thus, more skill than what I had was needed. The Secret Friend showed me several smart pointers, though, and, so, perhaps, one day after years of annoying other people with my attempts, I will be a clackety-clack, don't-talk-back pool shark.
There was this one thing that totally broke my concentration, though. I heard my cell phone go off, and I looked over to the railing, and it was all shaking up on the wood, making that vibrating surface noise, so I went over and picked it up, only as soon as I did, I saw that the backdrop on it wasn't mine at all, so I immediately put the phone down, hanging up on whoever had called the person that wasn't me.
I turned to the girl next to me, "Is that your phone?"
"No, it's his," she pointed at her date.
"Sorry, man, I thought that was mine. They're exactly the same!"
He sorta looked at me like I was nuts.
"No, look, we even have the same drink! I just figured that was my sh*t. Sorry!"
We did have the same drink - Long Island Iced Teas with big, thick black straws - but the guy just got all South Tampa ruffled on me and made that smackety diva head at me, as if it were, like, this huge drama that I had touched his phone. Men shouldn't be using straws, anyway.
I tried to explain again that we had the exact same phone and the exact same drink, so the mistake was pretty understandable, and, really, I was very sorry, but it was useless. He either wasn't understanding or didn't want to, and, well, it was just so silly and so not a big deal that I got a little giggly when I realized he was gonna play the glass house bon vivant.
I went to line up another shot, with the Secret Friend being very careful to tip me in the right direction, when I just busted into giggles.
"I'm sorry. I gotta relax on that for a minute. Did you see what just happened?"
The Secret Friend just laughed, "Yeah, he moved his sushi, too, afterwards," which sent me catapulting into laughter. I mean, for Christ's sake, it was an accident, and a pretty funny one at that. Unless you're that dude, I guess.
We wrapped up the night with a very deep conversation about the return of Saran Wrap's boyfriend, which had me glowing with the magic of her ardor. How excellent that the effects of love are so catching! I made a few pit stops on the way home, and carried all that lovey-dove goodness with me, so that when I slept, I had gorgeous dreams.
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