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Electrical Tape and Too Much Information
Dec. 15th, 2003 09:31 amIt was a pretty full weekend, and I still managed not to get any of my Christmas Cards done. I guess i'll get working on those tonight.
I'm going to have to divide this up, for space as well as time. So, here starts the weekend.
We'll start with Friday Night where my team's christmas party happened. One of the former members of the team gave up their house for the event, which was really great. the party started at 7:00, but I didn't get out of work until 6, so I went home, cleaned up and then looked around, still in need of my white elephant gift. I had no desire to go out and get anything, and didn't really want to spend money on it, so I grabbed the extension cord and electrical tape that was left over from stringing up my christmas lights and dropped them in the bag. Saves a trip back to Wal Mart.
The party was completely boring. I kept thinking of calling Miami Chris (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dedos) and find out what bar he was at. Still, I stuck around, having a couple of beers, and waiting out the heavy rains that had rolled in. I talked with the guys about the upcoming college football bowl season. Greg came over and told me that some of the girls were talking about me and the bears. Apparently Dayna, who had asked me about gay culture one Saturday at work, was trying to fill in the girls the difference about her boss (me) and Greg and the other circuit bois that make up the remainder of the gays in our department.
I already knew that there was a potential disaster looming. Dayna had asked me about some stuff when Greg had been trying to get her to go out and be his hag. I had told her that I really couldn't speak too much about the community, as most of my knowledge was book knowledge. Still, we had talked for quite some time. I'm out at work, but I really don't think they know that my life is a bit different than that of Greg and company.
The truth is, I really don't want there to be too much knowledge of my personal life. the team knows I'm dating, and I've shown Chris' (oakleycub) pic to some of them, but that's really all they need. Our nosy IT guy, Raymond, came by the other day and he's absolutely fascinated by the gay guys on our floor. He comes off as Metrosexual, but I think he really likes Greg, and I'd bet that he's bi. Raymond saw my screen with different quotes on plane flights to Phoenix and wondered where I was going. I told him that I was going to a Bear event in Tucson and he asked "what?". I said, it's a gathering of guys in Tucson. He got that "OH" look on his face and moved on. Greg later said that Raymond asked him to explain the bear run idea to him.
Raymond should come out any day now. I'll be waiting to see who he socializes with at the big company holiday party next week.
Still, the party went on, and I trued to hold on to several gifts, irish cream, a Finding Nemo DVD, Jack Daniels, but ended up with a bottle of cheap Tequila. Great. I did get a laugh when a former boss of mine picked up the extension cord.
Kelli called me over. Kelli is a person that has no concept of tact, and has said many things that have been complained upon by co-workers. She's the Girl-That-Couldn't-Go-Too-Far. As I walked over, she started asking about Chris and how he was doing. I told her that he was fine, and he was working, so there wasn't really the possibility for a visit or anything. Then, she went further, trying to delve into my sex life. Sorry, no. You're not going to get me there. That's not something I'm going to get into with you, especially since you will go and blab about it to the rest of the girls.
Kelli is a little 5'2" blonde force of nature. She's still cheerleader cute, except that she's got hips that could carry an old house to the historical park. I wouldn't really have noticed, but the rest of the guys in the office have, and that is their sticking point with them. Cute, but her lower proportions are out of proportion. It's a strange sight, actually. She's the gal guys think they would date, but don't. Her mouth may also have something to do with it.
Kelli then proceeded to ask me about gay bars. I think she wanted me to open up about the bears, and i'd talk about bear culture with her, but she was asking too many personal questions. She was trying to prove that she was down with the queers, saying that she had been to Rich's and South Beach, the dance clubs in town. I told her I don't think she'd want to go to the bar here.
"Oh, come on! I'd go!", she said. I told her, "No, I don't think you'd be very comfortable. I've never seen many women there." "Why?" she asked. "Because it's dark, people stand around and make each other uncomfortable, I think they would be even more uncomfortable with a woman there." "Rich's is like that. Do they dance there?" "Not really." "What do they do?" "From what i know, stand, play pool, or they go to the patio." "The Patio? That sounds nice!" "Um, no, it isn't."
Finally she asks, "What's the name of the bar?" "The Ripcord. It's the leather bar." "I've never heard of that one (shocker!). Still, I'd go with you." "Thanks, but no thanks. It's not a place for you."
Finally, silence.
I spoke to a few more folks for a few minutes, but then saw that the front door was unguarded and I slipped away, out into the cooling night. It had quickly turned into 11:30 and the rain had stopped, but I was too tired to go out. It was back to the house where I took the late night phone call from Chris and toddled off to bed.
---coming soon, Lunch with Davo, movies and back to the bar with Miami Chris
I'm going to have to divide this up, for space as well as time. So, here starts the weekend.
We'll start with Friday Night where my team's christmas party happened. One of the former members of the team gave up their house for the event, which was really great. the party started at 7:00, but I didn't get out of work until 6, so I went home, cleaned up and then looked around, still in need of my white elephant gift. I had no desire to go out and get anything, and didn't really want to spend money on it, so I grabbed the extension cord and electrical tape that was left over from stringing up my christmas lights and dropped them in the bag. Saves a trip back to Wal Mart.
The party was completely boring. I kept thinking of calling Miami Chris (
dedos) and find out what bar he was at. Still, I stuck around, having a couple of beers, and waiting out the heavy rains that had rolled in. I talked with the guys about the upcoming college football bowl season. Greg came over and told me that some of the girls were talking about me and the bears. Apparently Dayna, who had asked me about gay culture one Saturday at work, was trying to fill in the girls the difference about her boss (me) and Greg and the other circuit bois that make up the remainder of the gays in our department.I already knew that there was a potential disaster looming. Dayna had asked me about some stuff when Greg had been trying to get her to go out and be his hag. I had told her that I really couldn't speak too much about the community, as most of my knowledge was book knowledge. Still, we had talked for quite some time. I'm out at work, but I really don't think they know that my life is a bit different than that of Greg and company.
The truth is, I really don't want there to be too much knowledge of my personal life. the team knows I'm dating, and I've shown Chris' (
oakleycub) pic to some of them, but that's really all they need. Our nosy IT guy, Raymond, came by the other day and he's absolutely fascinated by the gay guys on our floor. He comes off as Metrosexual, but I think he really likes Greg, and I'd bet that he's bi. Raymond saw my screen with different quotes on plane flights to Phoenix and wondered where I was going. I told him that I was going to a Bear event in Tucson and he asked "what?". I said, it's a gathering of guys in Tucson. He got that "OH" look on his face and moved on. Greg later said that Raymond asked him to explain the bear run idea to him. Raymond should come out any day now. I'll be waiting to see who he socializes with at the big company holiday party next week.
Still, the party went on, and I trued to hold on to several gifts, irish cream, a Finding Nemo DVD, Jack Daniels, but ended up with a bottle of cheap Tequila. Great. I did get a laugh when a former boss of mine picked up the extension cord.
Kelli called me over. Kelli is a person that has no concept of tact, and has said many things that have been complained upon by co-workers. She's the Girl-That-Couldn't-Go-Too-Far. As I walked over, she started asking about Chris and how he was doing. I told her that he was fine, and he was working, so there wasn't really the possibility for a visit or anything. Then, she went further, trying to delve into my sex life. Sorry, no. You're not going to get me there. That's not something I'm going to get into with you, especially since you will go and blab about it to the rest of the girls.
Kelli is a little 5'2" blonde force of nature. She's still cheerleader cute, except that she's got hips that could carry an old house to the historical park. I wouldn't really have noticed, but the rest of the guys in the office have, and that is their sticking point with them. Cute, but her lower proportions are out of proportion. It's a strange sight, actually. She's the gal guys think they would date, but don't. Her mouth may also have something to do with it.
Kelli then proceeded to ask me about gay bars. I think she wanted me to open up about the bears, and i'd talk about bear culture with her, but she was asking too many personal questions. She was trying to prove that she was down with the queers, saying that she had been to Rich's and South Beach, the dance clubs in town. I told her I don't think she'd want to go to the bar here.
"Oh, come on! I'd go!", she said. I told her, "No, I don't think you'd be very comfortable. I've never seen many women there." "Why?" she asked. "Because it's dark, people stand around and make each other uncomfortable, I think they would be even more uncomfortable with a woman there." "Rich's is like that. Do they dance there?" "Not really." "What do they do?" "From what i know, stand, play pool, or they go to the patio." "The Patio? That sounds nice!" "Um, no, it isn't."
Finally she asks, "What's the name of the bar?" "The Ripcord. It's the leather bar." "I've never heard of that one (shocker!). Still, I'd go with you." "Thanks, but no thanks. It's not a place for you."
Finally, silence.
I spoke to a few more folks for a few minutes, but then saw that the front door was unguarded and I slipped away, out into the cooling night. It had quickly turned into 11:30 and the rain had stopped, but I was too tired to go out. It was back to the house where I took the late night phone call from Chris and toddled off to bed.
---coming soon, Lunch with Davo, movies and back to the bar with Miami Chris
