T minus three days!
A scene from last Thursday at the charity event during which I enjoyed more than my fair share of drinks:
Her: So, Accordion Boy, do you and your fiancee have plans for Valentine’s?
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…
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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.