Today I woke up on Marc’s futon. It is not the most comfortable place to sleep, and it is covered in dog hair, but I sleep in front of a heater, so I am warm and toasty. I also sleep right next to the living room , so I can watch a few things before passing out. J Their dog, Primus, is sleeping right next to my head. He is a very sweet, good natured dog, so I never mind him trying to snuggle. Anyway, woke up around ten AM, and the first thing I did was pay the Con Ed bill. Went online, and paid it through an online check. Terry had texted me at 4am (?), telling me that our meet-up time has to be moved up from noon to 2pm. Oh well, that gives me time to BS with my other family.
Hillary is a cool chick. She gives as good as she gets (which is a great thing, considering she is married to Marc), and is a genuine sweetheart. Ryker is a little sonic boom with no pants on. However, he is very respectful, so even though he was playing in the living room, he made sure not to make a lot of noise, so I can sleep. Either that, or I was so exhausted, that I could have slept through a nuclear explosion if it had gone off in their apartment (I would have been vaporized, but I would have sleeping while being turned into radioactive dust).
Anyway, woke up, stretched and laid down my morning cable. Found out that we won’t be having our belated Thanksgiving dinner tonight, because the turkey was still frozen. Apparently, it has to be defrosted for about 160 hours before cooking… DOMINO’S IT IS!!!!!
Anyway, I showered, got dressed, discussed Marc’s upcoming foray into Greenville later this month. He will be flying into Greenville-Spartanburg Airport, so it will be slightly pricier, but less of a car ride to the house… but I digress for now. I downed a cup of coffee and headed out the door to meet Terry at the Border’s next to Madison Square Garden.
Terry is one of my oldest friends. We met about 5 years ago when we both started working at Cablevision. We bonded over bad training, and the daily ridicule of one of our fellow employees we called “The Colonel”, because of an answer to one of the questions we were once asked (he answered KFC), and also due to the simple fact that he was about 350 pounds of pure, unadulterated stupid. A man who I once ridiculed in front of everyone… and he took it without incident. (One of my character flaws is that I can be a bully sometimes… but I am just over-compensating… cause I grew up fat). Anyway, I digress… Terry and I have been through a good deal, and she is, as I once told her, the younger Hawaiian brother I never had… except that she is a chick.
(Did I mention that she is a lesbian? Oh well, she is)
Terry eventually got to Border’s 15 minutes late (someone got sick on the train), and man, she has lost a great deal of weight! She looked really good, and I am very proud of her. She also got her lip pierced, because apparently, she wants to look nothing like a girl (almost there, chica). Anyway, we walked around Downtown for a bit, catching up and just checking out the sights. While outside of Dunkin Donuts for a caffeine pit stop, she asked me for a favor that I thought would never happen in my life. She wanted me to go with her to an adult video store with her. Apparently, Terry and her lovely girlfriend wanted to add some spice to the boudoir, so they wanted to get a nice romantic video (wink wink). Her rules were:
1. No old people
2. Has to look romantic… no 13 person rub downs with toys
3. Has to be doing things they would want to do
Since I have never search for pron with a woman, let alone a lesbian, I jumped at the chance. We walked over to 40th and 8th ave., where we found a video place that not only have movies, but peepshows as well (couples are welcome!). We found the lesbian section and after about 30 minutes of deliberation (This one looks too punk… the women in this one all look like my mom… this one looks too crazy… I think that IS my mom…this one uses beer bottles…), we found the perfect movie. The girls looked cute and young, there was a lot of kissing and cuddling, and it was cheap (always a bonus). She purchased the movie, and then proceeded to say that it was good to search for the movie with an aficionado, like myself.
After our little foray into the world of sheboygining, we looked for a place for lunch. We settled on a Chinese buffet on 40th and 7th, which worked, cause it was very filling… and didn’t work, because the food was bland and the service was atrocious. Afterwards, we went to her job (works at a Billabong on 34th St.) Hung out with her for a while, until I realized that I was completely out of place there. Everyone had that skater/surfer look, and I looked like I slept on a futon next to a dog the previous night. So, afterward some awkward glances, I decided to head uptown to check out the apartment, and hang with mom.
My mom had come up to NYC for a while to take care of some apartment issues, as well as take a class on cake decoration and party planning. Because she was up in New York, she was not able to do Thanksgiving with us this year. Thanksgiving is another story for another time (for it was a mess from the word go). When I got to the apartment, no one opened the door. When I called her cell, I heard it in the apartment, but no one was answering the phone, or the door. After about 15 minutes, I started to get really worried. What if she is hurt, or worse?!? I was just about to speak with a neighbor, so I could get in through the window, she walked up the stairs. She had gone out to buy a few things, but forgot her phone. Damn you, vile woman! After my heart went back to normal speed, we proceeded to start going through the storage space in the kitchen and throwing out everything not needed (which was a lot), and putting the rest in a duffel bag for transport back to SC. It took a good 2 hours for the packing and the cleanup to be completed (it was a lot of crap). When we were finally done, I washed up to head out the door, when my mom got a call from my dad. Apparently, he was driving to pick up my sister from work, when a pick up smashed into the passenger side of the van. My dad walked away ok, but the van was crushed. Oh yeah… it has been a wooooooonderful past few weeks for my family. After reassuring my mom that everything will be ok, and telling my dad to go to the hospital, I began another 2+ hour train ride to Marc’s (I should really think about this next time I am in NYC).
155 pee-smelling minutes later, I get back to Marc’s place. Exhausted and starving. Since the turkey needs more time to defrost , they made steak and grilled veg. Ended up playing “Mario Golf” for a while, and then passed out without even rolling out the bed.
Hillary is a cool chick. She gives as good as she gets (which is a great thing, considering she is married to Marc), and is a genuine sweetheart. Ryker is a little sonic boom with no pants on. However, he is very respectful, so even though he was playing in the living room, he made sure not to make a lot of noise, so I can sleep. Either that, or I was so exhausted, that I could have slept through a nuclear explosion if it had gone off in their apartment (I would have been vaporized, but I would have sleeping while being turned into radioactive dust).
Anyway, woke up, stretched and laid down my morning cable. Found out that we won’t be having our belated Thanksgiving dinner tonight, because the turkey was still frozen. Apparently, it has to be defrosted for about 160 hours before cooking… DOMINO’S IT IS!!!!!
Anyway, I showered, got dressed, discussed Marc’s upcoming foray into Greenville later this month. He will be flying into Greenville-Spartanburg Airport, so it will be slightly pricier, but less of a car ride to the house… but I digress for now. I downed a cup of coffee and headed out the door to meet Terry at the Border’s next to Madison Square Garden.
Terry is one of my oldest friends. We met about 5 years ago when we both started working at Cablevision. We bonded over bad training, and the daily ridicule of one of our fellow employees we called “The Colonel”, because of an answer to one of the questions we were once asked (he answered KFC), and also due to the simple fact that he was about 350 pounds of pure, unadulterated stupid. A man who I once ridiculed in front of everyone… and he took it without incident. (One of my character flaws is that I can be a bully sometimes… but I am just over-compensating… cause I grew up fat). Anyway, I digress… Terry and I have been through a good deal, and she is, as I once told her, the younger Hawaiian brother I never had… except that she is a chick.
(Did I mention that she is a lesbian? Oh well, she is)
Terry eventually got to Border’s 15 minutes late (someone got sick on the train), and man, she has lost a great deal of weight! She looked really good, and I am very proud of her. She also got her lip pierced, because apparently, she wants to look nothing like a girl (almost there, chica). Anyway, we walked around Downtown for a bit, catching up and just checking out the sights. While outside of Dunkin Donuts for a caffeine pit stop, she asked me for a favor that I thought would never happen in my life. She wanted me to go with her to an adult video store with her. Apparently, Terry and her lovely girlfriend wanted to add some spice to the boudoir, so they wanted to get a nice romantic video (wink wink). Her rules were:
1. No old people
2. Has to look romantic… no 13 person rub downs with toys
3. Has to be doing things they would want to do
Since I have never search for pron with a woman, let alone a lesbian, I jumped at the chance. We walked over to 40th and 8th ave., where we found a video place that not only have movies, but peepshows as well (couples are welcome!). We found the lesbian section and after about 30 minutes of deliberation (This one looks too punk… the women in this one all look like my mom… this one looks too crazy… I think that IS my mom…this one uses beer bottles…), we found the perfect movie. The girls looked cute and young, there was a lot of kissing and cuddling, and it was cheap (always a bonus). She purchased the movie, and then proceeded to say that it was good to search for the movie with an aficionado, like myself.
After our little foray into the world of sheboygining, we looked for a place for lunch. We settled on a Chinese buffet on 40th and 7th, which worked, cause it was very filling… and didn’t work, because the food was bland and the service was atrocious. Afterwards, we went to her job (works at a Billabong on 34th St.) Hung out with her for a while, until I realized that I was completely out of place there. Everyone had that skater/surfer look, and I looked like I slept on a futon next to a dog the previous night. So, afterward some awkward glances, I decided to head uptown to check out the apartment, and hang with mom.
My mom had come up to NYC for a while to take care of some apartment issues, as well as take a class on cake decoration and party planning. Because she was up in New York, she was not able to do Thanksgiving with us this year. Thanksgiving is another story for another time (for it was a mess from the word go). When I got to the apartment, no one opened the door. When I called her cell, I heard it in the apartment, but no one was answering the phone, or the door. After about 15 minutes, I started to get really worried. What if she is hurt, or worse?!? I was just about to speak with a neighbor, so I could get in through the window, she walked up the stairs. She had gone out to buy a few things, but forgot her phone. Damn you, vile woman! After my heart went back to normal speed, we proceeded to start going through the storage space in the kitchen and throwing out everything not needed (which was a lot), and putting the rest in a duffel bag for transport back to SC. It took a good 2 hours for the packing and the cleanup to be completed (it was a lot of crap). When we were finally done, I washed up to head out the door, when my mom got a call from my dad. Apparently, he was driving to pick up my sister from work, when a pick up smashed into the passenger side of the van. My dad walked away ok, but the van was crushed. Oh yeah… it has been a wooooooonderful past few weeks for my family. After reassuring my mom that everything will be ok, and telling my dad to go to the hospital, I began another 2+ hour train ride to Marc’s (I should really think about this next time I am in NYC).
155 pee-smelling minutes later, I get back to Marc’s place. Exhausted and starving. Since the turkey needs more time to defrost , they made steak and grilled veg. Ended up playing “Mario Golf” for a while, and then passed out without even rolling out the bed.
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