Jan. 23rd, 2019 04:40 pm
Weekend Follies, Part Une
The weekend was packed with incident I might like to remember someday so I should summarise it here.
Saturday morning was dim sum for Jiggly's birthday. I tried to coordinate with him so that we could ride down together but apparently neither he nor anyone in his merry band had ever tried to do this before so it was kind of clusterfucky. I arrived with plenty of time to ride one station north and get on with them but instead I had to car hop until I reached them.
After that, everything went fine. From the instant we detrained, I was in tour guide mode. He impressed me at Phoenix by ordering the chicken feet despite his misgivings about not liking them. "You're not paying!" I reminded him. We were all pleasantly surprised by how tasty they were. Nothing else really stood out for me though.
When it came time to pay, I played the big man and covered the whole bill and telling them to pay me back if they felt like it. His boyfriend did (though it took three tries for the electronic payment to go through); his roommate and the boy toy they dragged along didn't and didn't thank me either. I shrugged it off and put them on my Deadbeat list. (Jiggly's technically on it, too, but it doesn't apply to birthdays.)
The boy toy was cute but had minimal social skills. He could answer direct questions with full sentences but had no conversation and spent much of his time playing Pokémon Go. The roommate was even less interactive, but I'm not interested in nailing his roommate so whatever. (I'm only mildly interested in the boy toy, so there's only a slight chance you'll be hearing of him again.)
I left them at Aji Ichiban so I could run to the el and ride up to![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mikiedoggie's for the sparkling wine tasting. They'd started promptly so I had lots of catching up to do. Once again, I dissed my own wine, which turned out to be much sweeter than I'd remembered. (It has been four years after all.) But it was a hit, coming in second place.
I thought this meant I'd achieved what I'd set out for--bragging rights but no bottles I don't need--but I was wrong. The short shrift I'd given the tasting bit me in the ass when it came to picking out the wines. At least the organiser was kind enough to take the Kirkland.
Normally two events in a day would be my limit, but that night was a party for the beefy boy I'd blown off last year in order to sleep with Ginger Farmboy so I thought I'd make it up to him by putting in an appearance. 10 o'clock at SoFo turned out to be about 10:40 GST; I'd gotten there early, drunk the worst Old Fashioned of my life so far, found no one to talk to, and been bored to tears. If not for Pasillero texting me, I probably would have left before the festivities.
They were fun. We took a million ussies, I chatted with some nice guys, and one of them tried his best to get me to come home with him. I thought that would undermine my whole reason for being there so I deferred. I slipped out shortly after 1 a.m. in order not to be too wrecked before my rendezvous withbunj the next day.
TBC
Saturday morning was dim sum for Jiggly's birthday. I tried to coordinate with him so that we could ride down together but apparently neither he nor anyone in his merry band had ever tried to do this before so it was kind of clusterfucky. I arrived with plenty of time to ride one station north and get on with them but instead I had to car hop until I reached them.
After that, everything went fine. From the instant we detrained, I was in tour guide mode. He impressed me at Phoenix by ordering the chicken feet despite his misgivings about not liking them. "You're not paying!" I reminded him. We were all pleasantly surprised by how tasty they were. Nothing else really stood out for me though.
When it came time to pay, I played the big man and covered the whole bill and telling them to pay me back if they felt like it. His boyfriend did (though it took three tries for the electronic payment to go through); his roommate and the boy toy they dragged along didn't and didn't thank me either. I shrugged it off and put them on my Deadbeat list. (Jiggly's technically on it, too, but it doesn't apply to birthdays.)
The boy toy was cute but had minimal social skills. He could answer direct questions with full sentences but had no conversation and spent much of his time playing Pokémon Go. The roommate was even less interactive, but I'm not interested in nailing his roommate so whatever. (I'm only mildly interested in the boy toy, so there's only a slight chance you'll be hearing of him again.)
I left them at Aji Ichiban so I could run to the el and ride up to
mikiedoggie's for the sparkling wine tasting. They'd started promptly so I had lots of catching up to do. Once again, I dissed my own wine, which turned out to be much sweeter than I'd remembered. (It has been four years after all.) But it was a hit, coming in second place.I thought this meant I'd achieved what I'd set out for--bragging rights but no bottles I don't need--but I was wrong. The short shrift I'd given the tasting bit me in the ass when it came to picking out the wines. At least the organiser was kind enough to take the Kirkland.
Normally two events in a day would be my limit, but that night was a party for the beefy boy I'd blown off last year in order to sleep with Ginger Farmboy so I thought I'd make it up to him by putting in an appearance. 10 o'clock at SoFo turned out to be about 10:40 GST; I'd gotten there early, drunk the worst Old Fashioned of my life so far, found no one to talk to, and been bored to tears. If not for Pasillero texting me, I probably would have left before the festivities.
They were fun. We took a million ussies, I chatted with some nice guys, and one of them tried his best to get me to come home with him. I thought that would undermine my whole reason for being there so I deferred. I slipped out shortly after 1 a.m. in order not to be too wrecked before my rendezvous with
bunj the next day.TBC