boozin' with froggy...
*cracks knuckles*
Ok, here we go...
I think everyone has observed the phenomenon where if you have a life that's eventful (in a positive fashion), and generally worth living they don't have the time or desire to write about it in some sort of an online diary/journal-type forum. I believe this to be the reason why most entries are about failed relationships, lack of money, family problems, etc. It's just a way of venting in a non-destructive way.
Then, there are the times that seem like they were *designed* for transformation into a LJ entry. It's almost like the difference between some piece of great classic literary fiction and something that was designed to be made into a movie. A good movie, not after-school-special fare, but something designed to be entertaining and hold your attention well. Lot of comedic moments, one liners, and light-hearted conflict.
Last night was certainly one of those times...and then some.
My friend Brent was in Madison last night, so I made plans to go down and see him...and since I was going to be in the area, I also made plans to have dinner and drinks with frogonmytoe, since she lives there...and have always wanted to get to meet her in-person, since I am always entertained to the point of laughing out loud most of the times I talk to her online.
So, the rest of the story is now about frogonmytoe, and not Brent...since I ended up not seeing him. I simply drove home too tired to be able to stomach more excitement. I also yearned for my own bed and not some couch in a frat house. Besides, I'm sure the rest of the evening would have been a let-down at that point. Given the choice between hanging out with frogonmytoe and a bunch of frat dudes....it's a no-brainer.
(See? I told you this was like a book that was designed to be made into a movie. It has all sorts of timeline alterations already. The above paragraph was the flash-forward to the end of the movie that is shown at the leading edge of the film.)
I met up with frogonmytoe at a southwesten-type restaurant on the east side of Madison. This restaurant also happened to be booked up until 8:30 (roughly 2 hours from when I got there). Alternate plans had to be made. So, frogonmytoe hopped in "the banana boat" and we went looking for somewhere else to eat. We ended up settling on a caribbean restaurant not far from the southwestern place.
I have to say, I was pretty impressed with that place. I think Appleton needs a place like that...if only for the awesome drinks. I usually don't go for rum drinks, but my Cuba Libre was damn tasty.
So, we had some polite conversation about how our days went, etc. You know...the kind of conversation people have when each are trying to decide whether the other person is freaky and/or strange. This was pretty much awkward stage that you have when you meet someone. I *hate* that stage.
This was the pivotal point in the evening.
I had the feeling (am I wrong, frogonmytoe?) that we hadn't really impressed each other a great deal at that point. I'm not saying we didn't get along or something...we did. There was just no moment where I was thinking..."Ok, you're fuckin' cool.". Those moments came a little later.
Had Brent called me, of one of her friends called her...I'd say there would have been a pretty good chance the evening would have been over at that point.
...but that's not what happened.
Brent didn't call, and didn't pick up the phone when I called him. No phone calls for frogonmytoe, either.
So, the evening went on. We went to a martini-bar type place downtown and started putting the drinks back. At some point here, I things started to flow more easily. Maybe it was the booze, or the more relaxed atmosphere....or maybe the fact that we could both sit and make fun of the uber-trendy sorority girls sitting next to us trying to look sophisticated....but whatever it was, the evening got a lot more enjoyable all at once.
Speaking of those sorority girls...jesus christ. Who let them in? It was really when they walked in that it turned from a really laid-back fun place to have a few drinks...to the twilight zone. I hadn't even noticed them until frogonmytoe looked like the was having a seizure as she was trying to non-verbally direct my attention to my left (where the gals where). I think we had a drink to those girls...and I continued the story I was telling when frogonmytoe originally pointed out the sorority girls.
I won't go through the whole story...but it ended with...
"...and so then Doug says, '..and wouldn't everyone rather get a she-male than an e-mail?'"
Here's where there's going to be some contention between frogonmytoe and I.
Right at this moment, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, a she-male came and sat down beside frogonmytoe at the table next to us. frogonmytoe will argue that she wasn't a she-male, etc, etc...but I'm telling you, she was a man, baby.
It wouldn't be shocking...after all, it IS madison.
The fact that this happened isn't out of the ordinary for me. I have the power to teleport someone to right in front of me, merely by talking about them. It doesn't matter how improbable it might be that they show up. It never fails. I talk about she-males and a lady with a heavy, square jaw sits down next to us. Go figure.
We had a few more drinks, and told a few more stories. frogonmytoe had a funny one about how her friend almost had sex downstairs outside the restrooms. I never find myself involved in weird, random sexual hijinks like that. I think it would be fun...if only to have the story to tell.
She also had a sweet story about playing "Drunken Gay Matchmaker". If she's never written a LJ about that...she should.
Brent called at about this point....and I told him we'd meet up with him later when they got everyone together to go out. That's the last I talked to Brent that evening.
More drinks...
We came up with a plan to make bar-going more entertaining in Madison by introducting more drama. It involved having feigned arguements about something vauguely naughty and sexual (you slept with my brother, etc..) and then it ending with one throwing their drink at the other. We would then move to the next bar and repeat. Hilarious. I really wonder how many iterations of this we could go through before we got arrested. I'll let you all know if we try it out sometime. I may end up needing someone to post bail, though.
So...we left and went back to the southwestern place so she could get her car. I followed her to her place, and we headed out to state...presumably to meet up with Brent & Co.
I've never seen someplace that says you can't use the restrooms there. However, the McDonalds on state is one such place. There's actually a sign that says that you "Must do business at this establishment in order to use the restrooms." or some such thing.
frogonmytoe: "Oh, I'm doing business here all right..."
Anyhow, we "did our business" and then ran out...expecting disgruntled McDonalds employees to start chasing us down state...demanding we buy a burger.
We then ducked into BW3's to have some wings and "beers". This was probably a mistake...especially considering the scary wing. Before we both started getting really tired and vauguely nauseated....we traded some more stories. Her about african dance, and me about driving cars of boyfriends of girls I was dating.
Anyhow...this pretty much put the evening to an end...albeit a very good one. I drove her home, we exchanged hugs...and I went on my way.
It was a fun evening with a very attractive, witty, clever girl....I don't have many of those. Slim pickings in appleton. *rolls eyes*
Time to get my day underway...spent way too much time writing that.
-j
Ok, here we go...
I think everyone has observed the phenomenon where if you have a life that's eventful (in a positive fashion), and generally worth living they don't have the time or desire to write about it in some sort of an online diary/journal-type forum. I believe this to be the reason why most entries are about failed relationships, lack of money, family problems, etc. It's just a way of venting in a non-destructive way.
Then, there are the times that seem like they were *designed* for transformation into a LJ entry. It's almost like the difference between some piece of great classic literary fiction and something that was designed to be made into a movie. A good movie, not after-school-special fare, but something designed to be entertaining and hold your attention well. Lot of comedic moments, one liners, and light-hearted conflict.
Last night was certainly one of those times...and then some.
My friend Brent was in Madison last night, so I made plans to go down and see him...and since I was going to be in the area, I also made plans to have dinner and drinks with frogonmytoe, since she lives there...and have always wanted to get to meet her in-person, since I am always entertained to the point of laughing out loud most of the times I talk to her online.
So, the rest of the story is now about frogonmytoe, and not Brent...since I ended up not seeing him. I simply drove home too tired to be able to stomach more excitement. I also yearned for my own bed and not some couch in a frat house. Besides, I'm sure the rest of the evening would have been a let-down at that point. Given the choice between hanging out with frogonmytoe and a bunch of frat dudes....it's a no-brainer.
(See? I told you this was like a book that was designed to be made into a movie. It has all sorts of timeline alterations already. The above paragraph was the flash-forward to the end of the movie that is shown at the leading edge of the film.)
I met up with frogonmytoe at a southwesten-type restaurant on the east side of Madison. This restaurant also happened to be booked up until 8:30 (roughly 2 hours from when I got there). Alternate plans had to be made. So, frogonmytoe hopped in "the banana boat" and we went looking for somewhere else to eat. We ended up settling on a caribbean restaurant not far from the southwestern place.
I have to say, I was pretty impressed with that place. I think Appleton needs a place like that...if only for the awesome drinks. I usually don't go for rum drinks, but my Cuba Libre was damn tasty.
So, we had some polite conversation about how our days went, etc. You know...the kind of conversation people have when each are trying to decide whether the other person is freaky and/or strange. This was pretty much awkward stage that you have when you meet someone. I *hate* that stage.
This was the pivotal point in the evening.
I had the feeling (am I wrong, frogonmytoe?) that we hadn't really impressed each other a great deal at that point. I'm not saying we didn't get along or something...we did. There was just no moment where I was thinking..."Ok, you're fuckin' cool.". Those moments came a little later.
Had Brent called me, of one of her friends called her...I'd say there would have been a pretty good chance the evening would have been over at that point.
...but that's not what happened.
Brent didn't call, and didn't pick up the phone when I called him. No phone calls for frogonmytoe, either.
So, the evening went on. We went to a martini-bar type place downtown and started putting the drinks back. At some point here, I things started to flow more easily. Maybe it was the booze, or the more relaxed atmosphere....or maybe the fact that we could both sit and make fun of the uber-trendy sorority girls sitting next to us trying to look sophisticated....but whatever it was, the evening got a lot more enjoyable all at once.
Speaking of those sorority girls...jesus christ. Who let them in? It was really when they walked in that it turned from a really laid-back fun place to have a few drinks...to the twilight zone. I hadn't even noticed them until frogonmytoe looked like the was having a seizure as she was trying to non-verbally direct my attention to my left (where the gals where). I think we had a drink to those girls...and I continued the story I was telling when frogonmytoe originally pointed out the sorority girls.
I won't go through the whole story...but it ended with...
"...and so then Doug says, '..and wouldn't everyone rather get a she-male than an e-mail?'"
Here's where there's going to be some contention between frogonmytoe and I.
Right at this moment, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, a she-male came and sat down beside frogonmytoe at the table next to us. frogonmytoe will argue that she wasn't a she-male, etc, etc...but I'm telling you, she was a man, baby.
It wouldn't be shocking...after all, it IS madison.
The fact that this happened isn't out of the ordinary for me. I have the power to teleport someone to right in front of me, merely by talking about them. It doesn't matter how improbable it might be that they show up. It never fails. I talk about she-males and a lady with a heavy, square jaw sits down next to us. Go figure.
We had a few more drinks, and told a few more stories. frogonmytoe had a funny one about how her friend almost had sex downstairs outside the restrooms. I never find myself involved in weird, random sexual hijinks like that. I think it would be fun...if only to have the story to tell.
She also had a sweet story about playing "Drunken Gay Matchmaker". If she's never written a LJ about that...she should.
Brent called at about this point....and I told him we'd meet up with him later when they got everyone together to go out. That's the last I talked to Brent that evening.
More drinks...
We came up with a plan to make bar-going more entertaining in Madison by introducting more drama. It involved having feigned arguements about something vauguely naughty and sexual (you slept with my brother, etc..) and then it ending with one throwing their drink at the other. We would then move to the next bar and repeat. Hilarious. I really wonder how many iterations of this we could go through before we got arrested. I'll let you all know if we try it out sometime. I may end up needing someone to post bail, though.
So...we left and went back to the southwestern place so she could get her car. I followed her to her place, and we headed out to state...presumably to meet up with Brent & Co.
I've never seen someplace that says you can't use the restrooms there. However, the McDonalds on state is one such place. There's actually a sign that says that you "Must do business at this establishment in order to use the restrooms." or some such thing.
frogonmytoe: "Oh, I'm doing business here all right..."
Anyhow, we "did our business" and then ran out...expecting disgruntled McDonalds employees to start chasing us down state...demanding we buy a burger.
We then ducked into BW3's to have some wings and "beers". This was probably a mistake...especially considering the scary wing. Before we both started getting really tired and vauguely nauseated....we traded some more stories. Her about african dance, and me about driving cars of boyfriends of girls I was dating.
Anyhow...this pretty much put the evening to an end...albeit a very good one. I drove her home, we exchanged hugs...and I went on my way.
It was a fun evening with a very attractive, witty, clever girl....I don't have many of those. Slim pickings in appleton. *rolls eyes*
Time to get my day underway...spent way too much time writing that.
-j