First off, thank you all for the birthday wishes!
So far my transition into dirty-old-manhood has been fairly painless. The beard is coming in nicely and I’ve already purchased about a dozen cardigans, so I think I’m on track.
I have to admit that I was pretty surly on Friday night. Of course that may have been due to the – I SHIT YOU NOT – twelve-hundred-plus scripts that I had to sort through that day!
The office consolidation is moving along, but is proving to be more of a logistical nightmare than I think anyone had anticipated.
Anyway, come Saturday, PERHAPSEVIL arrived with the mother of all chocolate cakes, the Killer Trivia game (which I had been eyeing for months!) and a hundred singles, declaring that the night belonged to Jumbos Clown Room!
And so after a long hard day of sipping beers, we headed off to my favorite place in the whole wide world (well, next to Disneyland (and is it wrong that my two favorite places are a kiddy park and a strip club?)) and imbibed many spirit as we gazed upon the bountiful boobies. Good times were had, except for an awkward encounter with one of the girls who we ultimately dubbed “Cracky.” (You can read all about it in P.E.’s journal.)
So Sunday was pretty much a day convalescence (via more beer), which was enhanced by two sets of chesty neighbors taking advantage of the summer-like conditions to tan. It’s nice to walk out on your back porch and find boobs, even when their trussed up in a bikini
We ended up watching “Waiting,” which was pretty funny. I may have set my expectations a little too high, but as P.E. worships at the alter of Dane Cook, she was more than happy. Then I edu-makated her in the ways of “Dune.” Speaking of which, this was my birthday present to myself:
You can’t go wrong with a Sting action figure, especially when it comes with a hobbled, milk-able cat! The nice butch girl at the register was waaaay jealous, and started doing a great Baron Harkonnen impersonation; “you must love ze cat Thufir.” I was mightily amused.
Oh, and one other odd happening on Sunday: I was folding clothes in the laundry room when this German MILF who lives in the complex came in. I’ve seen her a bunch of times but, we’ve never said much more than “hello” and “goodbye” to each other. She definitely has an Ilsa thing going on; tall and blond with the hot accent. So anyway, I’m folding – and I admit that I do bring a certain meticulousness to to the job – when she says, “nice folding job.” Off guard I just smile and reply, “yeah, I’m a bit obsessive compulsive.” But she just kinda stares and says, “it has its benefits,” all kinda sexy.
So yeah, I quickly finished up and returned to P.E. and a nice long shower.
So far my transition into dirty-old-manhood has been fairly painless. The beard is coming in nicely and I’ve already purchased about a dozen cardigans, so I think I’m on track.
I have to admit that I was pretty surly on Friday night. Of course that may have been due to the – I SHIT YOU NOT – twelve-hundred-plus scripts that I had to sort through that day!
The office consolidation is moving along, but is proving to be more of a logistical nightmare than I think anyone had anticipated.
Anyway, come Saturday, PERHAPSEVIL arrived with the mother of all chocolate cakes, the Killer Trivia game (which I had been eyeing for months!) and a hundred singles, declaring that the night belonged to Jumbos Clown Room!
And so after a long hard day of sipping beers, we headed off to my favorite place in the whole wide world (well, next to Disneyland (and is it wrong that my two favorite places are a kiddy park and a strip club?)) and imbibed many spirit as we gazed upon the bountiful boobies. Good times were had, except for an awkward encounter with one of the girls who we ultimately dubbed “Cracky.” (You can read all about it in P.E.’s journal.)
So Sunday was pretty much a day convalescence (via more beer), which was enhanced by two sets of chesty neighbors taking advantage of the summer-like conditions to tan. It’s nice to walk out on your back porch and find boobs, even when their trussed up in a bikini
We ended up watching “Waiting,” which was pretty funny. I may have set my expectations a little too high, but as P.E. worships at the alter of Dane Cook, she was more than happy. Then I edu-makated her in the ways of “Dune.” Speaking of which, this was my birthday present to myself:
You can’t go wrong with a Sting action figure, especially when it comes with a hobbled, milk-able cat! The nice butch girl at the register was waaaay jealous, and started doing a great Baron Harkonnen impersonation; “you must love ze cat Thufir.” I was mightily amused.
Oh, and one other odd happening on Sunday: I was folding clothes in the laundry room when this German MILF who lives in the complex came in. I’ve seen her a bunch of times but, we’ve never said much more than “hello” and “goodbye” to each other. She definitely has an Ilsa thing going on; tall and blond with the hot accent. So anyway, I’m folding – and I admit that I do bring a certain meticulousness to to the job – when she says, “nice folding job.” Off guard I just smile and reply, “yeah, I’m a bit obsessive compulsive.” But she just kinda stares and says, “it has its benefits,” all kinda sexy.
So yeah, I quickly finished up and returned to P.E. and a nice long shower.
perdy:
Ahhh sweets thank you! But if you really want to help you will loan me your girlfriend....she sounds ace! Cake, beer, games and a strip club? How lucky are you?