Head 'em up, move 'em out!
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vianegativaSo, Friday night after slogging it through Chicago traffic and obtaining a eplica Frank Lloyd Wright stained-glass end table for Mike's birthday, John, Mike, and myself met Duke at the house and then shuffled off to Red Lobster for some hearty overpriced microwaved seafood. Pleasat dinner all around, as I came to find out that Duke was not only a stoner, but also frighteningly intelligent and almost as wicked in tongue as I. The highlight of the evening for me was when I suggested to the table that it would make a great Comedy Central special to lower Phil Hartmann's wife/murderess into a pit of rabid comedians. I was trying to be quiet, but half the dining room broke out laughing, and warm fuzzies ensued as I thought "they like me, they REALLY like me."
So, after dinner we say farewell to Duke and mount up to hit Madison for the Frank Lloyd Wright Taliesin house tour (part 2 of the barrage of birthday joy we were laying on our beloved bear). Keep in mind, we left at 11PM CST for a 2 1/2 trip to Madison, WI. Being less than enthused about travelling so late, I passed out in the back seat, and awoke in Madison to my lover's squabbling about directions. After another 30 minutes, we were saved by our friend Dave who was hosting us, and whom had the capitol idea of standing on the street to look for us. Mission accomplished.
After watching a bit of Sudden Impact on TBS (God, such a predictable film... and Sandra Locke? *blech* Good thing she was boning Clint when the movie was made) before we went to bed. John & I hit the futon, and crashed and Mike took up the bed with Dave. After a full 3 hour nap, we hit the Wisconsin highways and went straight to our tour of Taliesin.
You need to know one thing about my first hubby, my bear, Mike. He LOVES Frank Lloyd Wright. In fact, love is a bit of a light touch in describing his mania, but it shows how devoted he is to the Master's works. I fully believe that he would leave me for an authentic Prairie style home. :-)
In any case, Taliesin was a bit of a shock. You must understand Taliesin had been set aflame twice, and that each time, Mr. Wright instructed his students to rebuild it by themselves. Please interpret that last statement as: he used unskilled labor to rebuild.
It's strange, and a bit sad, to see the designs of THE best architect in the 20th Century done sloppily, especially in his own home. Youy can see the vision, and observe the ideas he was striving for, but, sagging roofs and buckling walls detract from the atmosphere. Unlike Oak Park, nothing is finished with clarity, but rather like a half-remembered daydream. It weighed a bit on Mike.
After the incredible tour, we rejoined Dave for a spot of the Jade Garden Chinese buffet. Nummy. Who knew that one could fry so many morsels and have them taste so similar? :-)
So, after hugging the bejesus out of Dave, we hauled ass back to home so we could go to Bear Night with Johnny (our sweet, sexy, heavy metal bear) and Ray (our sweet, DEVASTATINGLY WOOFY friend who I'm desperate to shag, and possibly keep as a teddy bear). We had a lovely nosh at BK where Rochelle, the manager, did her best impression of a bitch on wheels. "You need to wait a minute", she said, but this was of course after 10 minutes and we were the only customers there.
Ok, cut to the bar night.
It's been sometime since I've gone, and I remember why: Too crowded, too attitudinal, and too rude. I opted to use my Social Equalizer, Long Island Ice Tea to make certain Bears more bearable. After about 4 in an hour, I was entertaining myself gladly, and opted at that point to look for John & Johnny, who decided to follow up on a fantasy of Johnny's: getting nailed in the back of the bar.
*sigh* Civility, where are you?
Well, I opted out of the highjinks, but managed to have beer spilled on me AND have a Filipino of unknown name climax on the back of my shorts. Whee. I didn't even know that was happening behind me; I was talking to a friend & then went "Hmn. Why is my bum wet?"
EW.
Ok, drunken, crusty, and beer-sodden I left for home with the guys Today should be better, if not less sticky.
So, after dinner we say farewell to Duke and mount up to hit Madison for the Frank Lloyd Wright Taliesin house tour (part 2 of the barrage of birthday joy we were laying on our beloved bear). Keep in mind, we left at 11PM CST for a 2 1/2 trip to Madison, WI. Being less than enthused about travelling so late, I passed out in the back seat, and awoke in Madison to my lover's squabbling about directions. After another 30 minutes, we were saved by our friend Dave who was hosting us, and whom had the capitol idea of standing on the street to look for us. Mission accomplished.
After watching a bit of Sudden Impact on TBS (God, such a predictable film... and Sandra Locke? *blech* Good thing she was boning Clint when the movie was made) before we went to bed. John & I hit the futon, and crashed and Mike took up the bed with Dave. After a full 3 hour nap, we hit the Wisconsin highways and went straight to our tour of Taliesin.
You need to know one thing about my first hubby, my bear, Mike. He LOVES Frank Lloyd Wright. In fact, love is a bit of a light touch in describing his mania, but it shows how devoted he is to the Master's works. I fully believe that he would leave me for an authentic Prairie style home. :-)
In any case, Taliesin was a bit of a shock. You must understand Taliesin had been set aflame twice, and that each time, Mr. Wright instructed his students to rebuild it by themselves. Please interpret that last statement as: he used unskilled labor to rebuild.
It's strange, and a bit sad, to see the designs of THE best architect in the 20th Century done sloppily, especially in his own home. Youy can see the vision, and observe the ideas he was striving for, but, sagging roofs and buckling walls detract from the atmosphere. Unlike Oak Park, nothing is finished with clarity, but rather like a half-remembered daydream. It weighed a bit on Mike.
After the incredible tour, we rejoined Dave for a spot of the Jade Garden Chinese buffet. Nummy. Who knew that one could fry so many morsels and have them taste so similar? :-)
So, after hugging the bejesus out of Dave, we hauled ass back to home so we could go to Bear Night with Johnny (our sweet, sexy, heavy metal bear) and Ray (our sweet, DEVASTATINGLY WOOFY friend who I'm desperate to shag, and possibly keep as a teddy bear). We had a lovely nosh at BK where Rochelle, the manager, did her best impression of a bitch on wheels. "You need to wait a minute", she said, but this was of course after 10 minutes and we were the only customers there.
Ok, cut to the bar night.
It's been sometime since I've gone, and I remember why: Too crowded, too attitudinal, and too rude. I opted to use my Social Equalizer, Long Island Ice Tea to make certain Bears more bearable. After about 4 in an hour, I was entertaining myself gladly, and opted at that point to look for John & Johnny, who decided to follow up on a fantasy of Johnny's: getting nailed in the back of the bar.
*sigh* Civility, where are you?
Well, I opted out of the highjinks, but managed to have beer spilled on me AND have a Filipino of unknown name climax on the back of my shorts. Whee. I didn't even know that was happening behind me; I was talking to a friend & then went "Hmn. Why is my bum wet?"
EW.
Ok, drunken, crusty, and beer-sodden I left for home with the guys Today should be better, if not less sticky.
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Date: 2002-05-05 03:29 pm (UTC)Well, today is another day, as they say. Hopefully it went better for ya. Just decided to give a shoutout since ya added me. :)
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Date: 2002-05-05 05:09 pm (UTC)Well, if nothing else it sounds interesting and that some fun was had, and some..well the getting cum on is just...Ewwe..its one thing if you know them and are helping, that's usually pretty fun but to ..sneak up and spunk on someone...
If nothing else it does sound like your having fun and that life is not boaring. This is a good thing.
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Date: 2002-05-06 07:58 am (UTC)Cum shot on a fully clothed you without your notice: off the charts on the Ickiness Scale(TM).
Getting to read about it: priceless. ;-)
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Date: 2002-05-06 10:56 pm (UTC)