A night with the boys

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So, after all that juicy build-up, I regret to inform you all that, in the end, Drama! made itself conspicuous only by its complete and total absence. The ex was no-show. (I have my suspicions that he might've been warned off by DS, but I will be unable to confirm those until tomorrow at the earliest. Stay tuned!)

Potential conflict out the window and it was nothing more than a pleasant get-together between old friends and new acquaintances. Besides DS, there was an old buddy from the Bears (we bonded over Buffy back in the early seasons) and his cute[*] and easy-going lover. They've gotten a place in West Rogers Park not far from our own spookyfruit and welcomerain. Then there was a genial blond friend of theirs who I think I've met before and a tall bald fellow who popped in briefly on his way home, as I'm wont to do on occasion. (Gawd, it's nice having a corner pub!)

The only moments of tension, in fact, were supplied by the appearance of the Scoutmaster, who was a little out-of-sorts and didn't seem to be mixing well with the others. Or maybe I was misreading their reactions. After a manhattan and a cosmo, of course, I didn't much care. I got to blabber on about Chinese and Japanese a bit, the Scoutmaster got us talking about gentrification, and later we covered naming themes (Everyone in DS's family--from the dog to both parents--has a given name beginning with "D". His parents claim it wasn't planned. I'm so sure!) and card games. You know--pub chat.

I'm just happy to finally have some Bear acquaintances who, for a change, live in my own damn neighbourhood. (I spent some time ragging on HP and the paranoid isolation of the South Side armed camp.)


[*] I had originally mistyped "his cut and easy-going lover", which would've cast a new and less wholesome light on our little gathering.

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One of the guys asking to write down my information. He made some remark about "giving him everything" so I tried to think of irrelevant stuff to add and ended up writing my Chinese name plus "言語學生". His reaction was "I should know what that says, but it's been so long." I didn't realise he'd taken two semesters of Japanese before. He tried to write out the kana he remembered on the back of the slip and this piqued the interest of another guy at the table, so we ended up giving a quick explanation of the Japanese writing system. Later on, someone asked me how my Chinese course was going and one of the bears pointed out that his co-workers were increasingly Chinese women so he'd been meaning to learn Mandarin.