T minus three days!
A scene from last Thursday at the charity event during which I enjoyed more than my fair share of drinks:
Me: Yeah, she’s flying up here Friday evening, and I’m taking her out to Crush for dinner on Saturday.
Her: [Her boyfriend] is soooooo dead! Just one time a year — One! Time! A! Year! — I would just like him to do something romantic…
[approximately five minutes of her ranting and my silent nodding deleted for brevity]
Learn from this, attached gentlemen. Stay out of the doghouse and make reservations while there’s still time.
As for you unattached local guys, she’s pretty and might be available soon…
...and by that, I mean, being completely ignorant of the larger world outside the U.S.…
Wednesday, August 7, 1991: A sunny day at Toronto’s CNE Grandstand, and what a lineup:…
The cover painting says it all.
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I've got a Crush on Drunkie.
On come on! Who wants a girl who whines and rants? Not I, certainly.
Stu Savory
http://www.savory.de/blog.htm
Maybe I'm strange, but I don't really give a flying farg about valentine's day.
Perhaps it meant more when I was single - somebody better do something special - but I probably wouldn't even remember it now if I wasn't bombarded with commercials about it.
Whiner schminer, where do we sign up?
Thanks for the headsup, m'man. Good call. Might see you there. I just got off the phone with the Crush people and nerdily booked an "appointment" (can't b'leeeeve i said appt instead of reservation) for 6:30 (all booked otherwise). If I didn't book this, I might as well've booked a reservation for one in the doghouse.