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Is This A Wings Place, Or A Gay Disco?
Apr. 11th, 2005 11:46 pmWhat's been going on? Not a whole lot, really. I've been keeping a bit of a low profile over the course of the weekend and today. I kept going back and forth between wanting to be out, since Saturday was such a beautiful day, and not really wanting to be sociable. I'm not totally sure why.
I was doing well of Friday night helping Kip (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scarabbear) feel a little better. We went out to BW3's for some wings and ended up trashing the rest of the bar over some NTN trivia. We won every game we got involved in, as we were number one and two each time. This was driving a girl a couple of tables down from us crazy and after a couple of games as she would keep coming in third or fourth she would be screaming "Screw that EGG' or "Damn that Scarab" everytime out names would come up in the lead. I was waiting for the aneurysm to take place.
As we were playing, the Astros game finished on the big screens in the bars, and the jukebox was allowed to take back over. Someone decided to play what must have been $10 worth of heavy metal songs there, and after a while I was pretty damned tired of it. Luckily it was one of the jukeboxes that can easily download new songs, so I picked a couple that were sure to turn everything upside down. Sure enough, as my name came up as the winner again, and the gal a couple of tables over screamed in agony, the metal riffs give way to..."aaaaaaahhhh, you're so gorgeous..." and suddenly it's super-gay disco night with the Scissor Sisters' "Filthy/Gorgeous" blasting across the restaurant. This can only be followed by some purely danceably Kylie Minogue. Oh yeah, mood lifted. Suddenly it's a gay disco, our triumph complete.
After taking what must have been 7 straight games, we left, giving the screamer a chance. It would be funny if she lost again.
Saturday, as I said, was beautiful, so I spent the time walking around and reading the latest book that's been in my hands, His Excellency, George Washington, a historical look at the personality of the first president, while in Memorial Park. sometime there I managed to pull my back a bit, and then that caused me problems on sunday, so I stayed in watching the DVD collection of Wonderfalls, which was a great show.
Then Sunday night I ventured out to see the parents. Nothing much going on there. My mother told me about a series of books she's been reading, written by a Catholic priest. That wasn't so remarkable, but she mentioned that he wrote about a family, and that one member of the family was...and she leaned in closer over the table at Saltgrass Steakhouse and said..."He's Fey."
"Fey?" I asked, surpassed by the word choice. I wasn't sure if my Mom was trying to be demure or what. "Yes, Fey, that's how he puts it in the book." Ahh, the priest writes the character as being "fey", still strange. Seems like a word out of a complete other time, and yet the book is somewhat recent. I'm wondering how current our dear father is.
I got word from Laura today, who's doing well in Baltimore. I'm thinking of going to see her - perhaps in June. She says that Ed's got some leads on a job, now four months after they moved there. This is what worries me about picking up stakes and moving.
Also, things seem to be looking good about going to San Francisco this summer, probably in August. Chris' parents are excited, especially since I want to see a Giants game. We may work it out to go to Hairrison, as well, just for the heck of it. Still, it's being a tourist that's the big thing for me, never having been to the Bay Area. Now if transportation costs don't kill the whole thing...
I was doing well of Friday night helping Kip (
scarabbear) feel a little better. We went out to BW3's for some wings and ended up trashing the rest of the bar over some NTN trivia. We won every game we got involved in, as we were number one and two each time. This was driving a girl a couple of tables down from us crazy and after a couple of games as she would keep coming in third or fourth she would be screaming "Screw that EGG' or "Damn that Scarab" everytime out names would come up in the lead. I was waiting for the aneurysm to take place.As we were playing, the Astros game finished on the big screens in the bars, and the jukebox was allowed to take back over. Someone decided to play what must have been $10 worth of heavy metal songs there, and after a while I was pretty damned tired of it. Luckily it was one of the jukeboxes that can easily download new songs, so I picked a couple that were sure to turn everything upside down. Sure enough, as my name came up as the winner again, and the gal a couple of tables over screamed in agony, the metal riffs give way to..."aaaaaaahhhh, you're so gorgeous..." and suddenly it's super-gay disco night with the Scissor Sisters' "Filthy/Gorgeous" blasting across the restaurant. This can only be followed by some purely danceably Kylie Minogue. Oh yeah, mood lifted. Suddenly it's a gay disco, our triumph complete.
After taking what must have been 7 straight games, we left, giving the screamer a chance. It would be funny if she lost again.
Saturday, as I said, was beautiful, so I spent the time walking around and reading the latest book that's been in my hands, His Excellency, George Washington, a historical look at the personality of the first president, while in Memorial Park. sometime there I managed to pull my back a bit, and then that caused me problems on sunday, so I stayed in watching the DVD collection of Wonderfalls, which was a great show.
Then Sunday night I ventured out to see the parents. Nothing much going on there. My mother told me about a series of books she's been reading, written by a Catholic priest. That wasn't so remarkable, but she mentioned that he wrote about a family, and that one member of the family was...and she leaned in closer over the table at Saltgrass Steakhouse and said..."He's Fey."
"Fey?" I asked, surpassed by the word choice. I wasn't sure if my Mom was trying to be demure or what. "Yes, Fey, that's how he puts it in the book." Ahh, the priest writes the character as being "fey", still strange. Seems like a word out of a complete other time, and yet the book is somewhat recent. I'm wondering how current our dear father is.
I got word from Laura today, who's doing well in Baltimore. I'm thinking of going to see her - perhaps in June. She says that Ed's got some leads on a job, now four months after they moved there. This is what worries me about picking up stakes and moving.
Also, things seem to be looking good about going to San Francisco this summer, probably in August. Chris' parents are excited, especially since I want to see a Giants game. We may work it out to go to Hairrison, as well, just for the heck of it. Still, it's being a tourist that's the big thing for me, never having been to the Bay Area. Now if transportation costs don't kill the whole thing...
