The Weekend Recap 10.31.05
Friday
Pretty pedestrian. Steve America was unavailable, so our weekly Early Happy Hourâ„¢ didn't occur. I was absolutely beat from the week, so I just chilled with some Chinese and a Guinness. Watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Not bad, but the weakest in the series, despite Gary Oldman being a kickass villain (sorta...). Kiko and I played. I'll post a few more photos this week because she's grown a lot and her ears are starting to set.
Saturday
Went for a six-miler around the lake. Refreshing as hell on a crisp Fall morning. I was really surprised I was able to do six since I've been having trouble with doing four miles lately.
Took in part of the UNC game. Some ups and then way down.
Visted Steve, Danyelle, and baby Thund....uh...shit...Ethan. I have to say, Ethan is one of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen. My hat is off to you, Steve America. All I can say is that he really takes after the Missus.
The Friend of a Friend called a couple times to update me on plans, which seemingly kept creeping in; first meeting at 7:30, then 7:00, and finally 6:30. I'm pretty convinced that she just wanted to spend more time with me. Well, that, or she actually wanted to eat before we met her friends. I'm sure it was the latter, but my ego must be fed. Home to shower and get ready...
For the big date. The party. Get to her place and she is already dressed in costume. I think it was established that she was going as a sexy witch. And that she was. Short black skirt. Short. Fishnets. She has amazing legs. Yum. We grab some dinner at a small Italian ristoranti. Have a glass of decent chianti...a little too dry, but decent none-the-less. Back to her place afterward and I change into costume. I look good, but wow...we are certainly a dichotomous pair. Me, the pious monk. Her, the whorish witch. Anywho, we head out to meet her friends. Introductions to the friends are always an interesting dynamic. It went well, but there's always that feeling of, Hmm....I wonder what they're thinking. The friends' boyfriends are dressed as Hanz and Franz. Which was cool back in '95. To make it worse, they were in character all night long. Again...cool in '95. I digress. We make it to the first party. I'm thinking, where the fuck are all the people? As if reading my mind, FOF says, I think this is just a warm-up party. We're there all of 30 minutes, just long enough to down a vodka tonic, and we get word that we're moving out to the Party To End All Parties. I'll say this. They weren't kidding. A metric fuckton of people there, all dressed to the hilt in some amazing costumes. The liquor flowed, lots of mingling, meeting new people. And I'll have to hand it to FOF...she was very comfortable right there with me, and vice versa. I think I would've been a little put off had she stuck like glue to her girls all night, but instead, we just chatted, got close, laughed quite a bit. The party wound down and we ended up on the couch, more than a little entwined. Some making out, some intimite conversation. Very nice. We head back to her place and she changes into some PJs and I remove my costume. More making out, more intimite conversation. I find out that FOF is going to hold out on me. For some reason, I'm ok with that. I like hanging out with her. My manhood is hating me right about now, but I'm still cool with just hanging out right now. Oh, nearly forgot. She invites me to the mountains next weekend with her and and her friends. I'm a little tickled. Before leaving, I ask if she wants to come over tomorrow for some dinner and maybe watch Grey's Anatomy (which just happens to be her favorite show, and after two episodes, is quickly becoming my second favorite). Naturally, she accepts.
Sunday
After 4 hours of sleep, I drag my ass out of bed at 8:00am to let Kiko out. Only then did I realize that its not 8:00am. Its 7:00am. My life's goal at this point is to build a time machine, go back in time, and kill the person who invented Daylight Savings Time. Then, I'll travel forward several thousand years so I can save the world from the Morlocks. Just as a matter of course.
I decide that I am going to be lazy. Eat. Watch football. Play Gran Tourismo 4. Sundays are good for this type of dude activity. FOF calls and we chat for awhile. We arrange to meet early and go grab some coffee since we are both in need of caffeine. Coffee, a visit to Petsmart, a massive salad at Sweet Tomatoes, and we are back at my place. The night goes well. Still love her sense of humor. Still enjoy the hell out of her company. Still no sex. Still cool with it.
Pretty pedestrian. Steve America was unavailable, so our weekly Early Happy Hourâ„¢ didn't occur. I was absolutely beat from the week, so I just chilled with some Chinese and a Guinness. Watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Not bad, but the weakest in the series, despite Gary Oldman being a kickass villain (sorta...). Kiko and I played. I'll post a few more photos this week because she's grown a lot and her ears are starting to set.
Saturday
Went for a six-miler around the lake. Refreshing as hell on a crisp Fall morning. I was really surprised I was able to do six since I've been having trouble with doing four miles lately.
Took in part of the UNC game. Some ups and then way down.
Visted Steve, Danyelle, and baby Thund....uh...shit...Ethan. I have to say, Ethan is one of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen. My hat is off to you, Steve America. All I can say is that he really takes after the Missus.
The Friend of a Friend called a couple times to update me on plans, which seemingly kept creeping in; first meeting at 7:30, then 7:00, and finally 6:30. I'm pretty convinced that she just wanted to spend more time with me. Well, that, or she actually wanted to eat before we met her friends. I'm sure it was the latter, but my ego must be fed. Home to shower and get ready...
For the big date. The party. Get to her place and she is already dressed in costume. I think it was established that she was going as a sexy witch. And that she was. Short black skirt. Short. Fishnets. She has amazing legs. Yum. We grab some dinner at a small Italian ristoranti. Have a glass of decent chianti...a little too dry, but decent none-the-less. Back to her place afterward and I change into costume. I look good, but wow...we are certainly a dichotomous pair. Me, the pious monk. Her, the whorish witch. Anywho, we head out to meet her friends. Introductions to the friends are always an interesting dynamic. It went well, but there's always that feeling of, Hmm....I wonder what they're thinking. The friends' boyfriends are dressed as Hanz and Franz. Which was cool back in '95. To make it worse, they were in character all night long. Again...cool in '95. I digress. We make it to the first party. I'm thinking, where the fuck are all the people? As if reading my mind, FOF says, I think this is just a warm-up party. We're there all of 30 minutes, just long enough to down a vodka tonic, and we get word that we're moving out to the Party To End All Parties. I'll say this. They weren't kidding. A metric fuckton of people there, all dressed to the hilt in some amazing costumes. The liquor flowed, lots of mingling, meeting new people. And I'll have to hand it to FOF...she was very comfortable right there with me, and vice versa. I think I would've been a little put off had she stuck like glue to her girls all night, but instead, we just chatted, got close, laughed quite a bit. The party wound down and we ended up on the couch, more than a little entwined. Some making out, some intimite conversation. Very nice. We head back to her place and she changes into some PJs and I remove my costume. More making out, more intimite conversation. I find out that FOF is going to hold out on me. For some reason, I'm ok with that. I like hanging out with her. My manhood is hating me right about now, but I'm still cool with just hanging out right now. Oh, nearly forgot. She invites me to the mountains next weekend with her and and her friends. I'm a little tickled. Before leaving, I ask if she wants to come over tomorrow for some dinner and maybe watch Grey's Anatomy (which just happens to be her favorite show, and after two episodes, is quickly becoming my second favorite). Naturally, she accepts.
Sunday
After 4 hours of sleep, I drag my ass out of bed at 8:00am to let Kiko out. Only then did I realize that its not 8:00am. Its 7:00am. My life's goal at this point is to build a time machine, go back in time, and kill the person who invented Daylight Savings Time. Then, I'll travel forward several thousand years so I can save the world from the Morlocks. Just as a matter of course.
I decide that I am going to be lazy. Eat. Watch football. Play Gran Tourismo 4. Sundays are good for this type of dude activity. FOF calls and we chat for awhile. We arrange to meet early and go grab some coffee since we are both in need of caffeine. Coffee, a visit to Petsmart, a massive salad at Sweet Tomatoes, and we are back at my place. The night goes well. Still love her sense of humor. Still enjoy the hell out of her company. Still no sex. Still cool with it.
2 Comments:
Bees - Aww....LG....but they weren't even her friends. They were the friends' boyfriends. That's like once removed. *sigh*
If we're over, can we at least have break up sex? And then make up sex? And then Daylight Savings Time sex?
Bees - Yum. I can come up with considerably more excuses.
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