Mmm...girls kissing...
Wow. What an evening. Perch plans went off better than expected, or could even have possibly hoped for. a few invite recipients couldn't make it, but we got a couple bonus, unexpected attendees, who were willing to allow themselves to be talked into staying a bit later than they'd originally planned. The show itself was a little off, no talking baby or Sean song, pity. Quay in drag is always a good show though, and we got to bullshit with them for a bit after the program, but I'm getting ahead of myself here:
First, I did my usual dumbass thing of going to bed at some ungodly hour (9am), thus forcing myself to sleep until all hours of the day (4pm), and feeling like shit upon wakefulness that I wasted the whole day...
So get up, putter around a bit, arrange some plans for the evening, fuck around s'more, put a couple things off, decide to head out for a bite to eat, when who should call but the recently scarce D...we chat and decide to meet for dinner at one of our "regular" spots, which happens to be near where my plans for the evening will take me anyway, how convenient. Unfortunately, I've never been there on my own, and have no idea where it is or how to get there. I decide to swing by the house, to consult with the yellow pages, google, and google maps, in that order. My luck, it seems as though they don't have a phone book entry, nor has anyone on the internet ever heard of them. Bizarre. I decide to wing it with the directions to the vicinity that I have, and kinda fumble my way around and find it from my less-than-stellar memory. Not a great idea. And I'm running a few minutes late.
The Google directions (to the Charlotte Comedy Theater) are flawless up until very near the end; they have me going 0.2 miles on "3rd-4th Connector st", then bearing left at E 4th St, where I'm to go 0.0 miles, then turn right on N Kings drive. What?! I kinda followed it, then came across a S Kings drive, but was hesitant to take it, as Charlotte roads are completely screwy, and "N" and "S" streets are not different parts of the same road, but different roads altogether, there are no fewer than five hundred iterations of Sharon and Sharon-something road, Park something, and a host of others, it's completely nightmarish. Just before that batch of directions, I'd gone straight down a continuous road for less than 2 miles, where the street name had changed no fewer than five times: Selwyn turned into Queens, which became Providence, which begat E 3rd, which gave way to the 3rd-4th Connector, which apparently dumps out onto 4th. Again, WTF? What should on the directions read: "Go straight for less than 2 miles" turns into no fewer than five separate line items. Nice.
When I finally get to the restaurant (20 mins late, thanks for the shitty directions, google maps), I pull up and start walking in. I see this luscious hottie, and after ogling for about a half a minute, I realize that it's Mo. Yikes. I'm going to get my ass handed to me for this one. Walk in and greet the hottie sisters, mention to Miss Mo how amazingly hot she looks (not that she wasn't before, but did she get some sun and do something different with her hair,) and then joined them for a bite. I do miss hanging out with them so! And it's sounding more and more like we're going to have the chance to do more of it this season, yay.
The 10:30 Perch show is okay, but definitely not up to their usual snuff. Notable absence of Sean (I think that's his name, I used to think it was Shannan, but I found out today that she's a girl.) and hence really clever songs and Talking Baby are sorely missed. One member of the troupe did see fit to remark on his internet finding of the day, that women can squirt! Not only that, but he felt that after having read the article, he was pretty confident that he could now make any woman squirt. Nice try, buddy...if you only knew the half of it! Unfortunately, the fact that two of the three girls in our party are proven squirters never came to light. During the show and afterwards when we're milling about with the performers, though, said squirters did openly kiss a few times, and I think we won't soon be forgotten there. I'm not going to lie, it was HOT. We also shared our champagne (it's definitely BYOB) with them, so I think some points were definitely scored, and we made a favorable impression. We need to try and make that show more often.
In that vein, I have to say that seeing two people (for whom one cares deeply) discover a mutual connection and attraction, and explore said connection/attraction, and knowing that one played some small part in that bringing of those people together, is really a tremendously rewarding (not to mention HOT) experience. It also doesn't at all hurt things that both parties are gorgeous and mind-bogglingly sexy women. Rowr.
Have I ever mentioned that I've got this astoundingly charmed life?
Got a return invite to ride shotgun to Hippieville NC, Boone late next week, that should be a good good time, can't wait. While the place was quaint and nice enough to visit, I'm more looking forward to the quality time with my new hottie road trip buddies. [sigh]
Now playing: Coldplay - Talk I'm ambivalent about the new album, I've never been much of a Coldplay fan, but there are a couple few decent songs on this new album, X&Y. They're decent, but give me a trance remix of "Clocks" anyday.
OK, I think that's it...time for bed...
First, I did my usual dumbass thing of going to bed at some ungodly hour (9am), thus forcing myself to sleep until all hours of the day (4pm), and feeling like shit upon wakefulness that I wasted the whole day...
So get up, putter around a bit, arrange some plans for the evening, fuck around s'more, put a couple things off, decide to head out for a bite to eat, when who should call but the recently scarce D...we chat and decide to meet for dinner at one of our "regular" spots, which happens to be near where my plans for the evening will take me anyway, how convenient. Unfortunately, I've never been there on my own, and have no idea where it is or how to get there. I decide to swing by the house, to consult with the yellow pages, google, and google maps, in that order. My luck, it seems as though they don't have a phone book entry, nor has anyone on the internet ever heard of them. Bizarre. I decide to wing it with the directions to the vicinity that I have, and kinda fumble my way around and find it from my less-than-stellar memory. Not a great idea. And I'm running a few minutes late.
The Google directions (to the Charlotte Comedy Theater) are flawless up until very near the end; they have me going 0.2 miles on "3rd-4th Connector st", then bearing left at E 4th St, where I'm to go 0.0 miles, then turn right on N Kings drive. What?! I kinda followed it, then came across a S Kings drive, but was hesitant to take it, as Charlotte roads are completely screwy, and "N" and "S" streets are not different parts of the same road, but different roads altogether, there are no fewer than five hundred iterations of Sharon and Sharon-something road, Park something, and a host of others, it's completely nightmarish. Just before that batch of directions, I'd gone straight down a continuous road for less than 2 miles, where the street name had changed no fewer than five times: Selwyn turned into Queens, which became Providence, which begat E 3rd, which gave way to the 3rd-4th Connector, which apparently dumps out onto 4th. Again, WTF? What should on the directions read: "Go straight for less than 2 miles" turns into no fewer than five separate line items. Nice.
When I finally get to the restaurant (20 mins late, thanks for the shitty directions, google maps), I pull up and start walking in. I see this luscious hottie, and after ogling for about a half a minute, I realize that it's Mo. Yikes. I'm going to get my ass handed to me for this one. Walk in and greet the hottie sisters, mention to Miss Mo how amazingly hot she looks (not that she wasn't before, but did she get some sun and do something different with her hair,) and then joined them for a bite. I do miss hanging out with them so! And it's sounding more and more like we're going to have the chance to do more of it this season, yay.
The 10:30 Perch show is okay, but definitely not up to their usual snuff. Notable absence of Sean (I think that's his name, I used to think it was Shannan, but I found out today that she's a girl.) and hence really clever songs and Talking Baby are sorely missed. One member of the troupe did see fit to remark on his internet finding of the day, that women can squirt! Not only that, but he felt that after having read the article, he was pretty confident that he could now make any woman squirt. Nice try, buddy...if you only knew the half of it! Unfortunately, the fact that two of the three girls in our party are proven squirters never came to light. During the show and afterwards when we're milling about with the performers, though, said squirters did openly kiss a few times, and I think we won't soon be forgotten there. I'm not going to lie, it was HOT. We also shared our champagne (it's definitely BYOB) with them, so I think some points were definitely scored, and we made a favorable impression. We need to try and make that show more often.
In that vein, I have to say that seeing two people (for whom one cares deeply) discover a mutual connection and attraction, and explore said connection/attraction, and knowing that one played some small part in that bringing of those people together, is really a tremendously rewarding (not to mention HOT) experience. It also doesn't at all hurt things that both parties are gorgeous and mind-bogglingly sexy women. Rowr.
Have I ever mentioned that I've got this astoundingly charmed life?
Got a return invite to ride shotgun to Hippieville NC, Boone late next week, that should be a good good time, can't wait. While the place was quaint and nice enough to visit, I'm more looking forward to the quality time with my new hottie road trip buddies. [sigh]
Now playing: Coldplay - Talk I'm ambivalent about the new album, I've never been much of a Coldplay fan, but there are a couple few decent songs on this new album, X&Y. They're decent, but give me a trance remix of "Clocks" anyday.
OK, I think that's it...time for bed...
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