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So I am finally returned from an epic evening out with Sparky! First stop was the Pick Me Up cafe, one of the prime waitress-scoping spots in the city. Sure enough, our waitress was a *total* hottie, a fact which did not elude our ever observant Sparky. When we got to the dessert round, our cake came complete with about half a can of whipped cream
Hottie Waitress: Can I get you anything else?
Me: No thanks
Sparky: thanks for all the whipped cream!
[waitress turns away]
Sparky: I've got to stop staring at her tits! I mean, every time I turn around, they're right there
After that we made our way over to the home of one of the kings for board games, where a game of Outburst quickly degenerated (or upgraded?) to "who would you fuck"
highlights:
M.H.'s girlfriend wigging out when MH gave her the same question she was about to ask "get out of my brain!!!"
Sparky to MH: Vanilla Ice, or Marky Mark and the funky bunch?
MH (after much deliberation): Marky Mark, but the Funky Bunch has to watch.
Sparky...remember any other good ones?
Afterwards, it was back to Sparky's in the pouring rain where I got a whole bed to myself, complete with comfy comforter and no alarm clock in sight. After lots of strong coffee and theoretical discussions about pinup girls and shaving, we ventured forth to find sustenance. Then it was on to Women and Children First to read dyke erotica. I finally got on the train at quarter after five, and have been home for about an hour now. That was my weekend. Totally unproductive, or not, depending on how you look at it.
And of course, I got to talk to my wonderful, glorious girlfriend last night, and I shall see her in mere DAYS! Watch out, I'm about to start counting down the hours.
Hottie Waitress: Can I get you anything else?
Me: No thanks
Sparky: thanks for all the whipped cream!
[waitress turns away]
Sparky: I've got to stop staring at her tits! I mean, every time I turn around, they're right there
After that we made our way over to the home of one of the kings for board games, where a game of Outburst quickly degenerated (or upgraded?) to "who would you fuck"
highlights:
M.H.'s girlfriend wigging out when MH gave her the same question she was about to ask "get out of my brain!!!"
Sparky to MH: Vanilla Ice, or Marky Mark and the funky bunch?
MH (after much deliberation): Marky Mark, but the Funky Bunch has to watch.
Sparky...remember any other good ones?
Afterwards, it was back to Sparky's in the pouring rain where I got a whole bed to myself, complete with comfy comforter and no alarm clock in sight. After lots of strong coffee and theoretical discussions about pinup girls and shaving, we ventured forth to find sustenance. Then it was on to Women and Children First to read dyke erotica. I finally got on the train at quarter after five, and have been home for about an hour now. That was my weekend. Totally unproductive, or not, depending on how you look at it.
And of course, I got to talk to my wonderful, glorious girlfriend last night, and I shall see her in mere DAYS! Watch out, I'm about to start counting down the hours.
