sars: ho-lee-shit. So I’m looking for a new writing spot, and watching a train wreck… This could be it! I am currently watching an Unambiguously Gay Duo “chat” with a couple of republijocks. It didn’t go full asshole until one of the UGD told republijock he is beautiful. Then asked if the lone female if she was married to her dude (republiijackass). They answered no, and UGD spokes-boy proceeded to tell them ‘we’re not married, but we’re okay with it for now. It’s been a year and we are solid’. The looks from republijock make it almost too much to watch
bro-ho: Wha-what?!?!?!?! OMG… Too good not to sit and watch.
sars: I’m trying not to stare… so. many. stories.
bro-ho: Right?! I expect a full report.
sars: And now UGD spokes-boy is telling republijock all about how he’s never even kissed a girl, he’s known his entire life. The look on republicjock’s face is priceless! I don’t think he knew such a thing existed.
sars: There is a lot of hugging and high-fiving going on (read drunken mocking). UGD are so far out of their depth, I think they are just trying to tread water until republijock falls down and republijackass drags him out.
bro-ho: Hahahaha How do I miss all the good stuff?!?!
sars: So republijock/jackass have exited the building (with much coaxing fro Jackass’ girl). UGD are reeling.
sars: Did I mention I know republijock? He stopped by my table to say hello (admittedly, he is beautiful). But left one of his two or three partial fireball shots at my table after eating the bulk of my hummus & pita. (I’m surprised he didn’t drink my drink!) It did give me a chance to say hi to the bartender, who I know of course. I guess he was concerned because republijock kept hugging me and high-fiving me and eating my food.
bro-ho: Again… missing the good stuff!
sars: Turns out he put UGD’s drinks on republijocks tab… They deserve at least that!
sars: Spokes-boy is ordering dinner for both, consoling his partner and being very reassuring that all will be well.
sars: Makes assigning roles difficult… for descriptive purposes (of course)
bro-ho: Meg… you never can tell.
bro-ho: Meh. Not Meg. Fucking autocorrect!
sars: Ha! I see now, ponytail is way-sted! He is leaning or is that laying, on the table. (could it be the rounds of fireball coupled with his Chardonnay??) I believe I saw three rounds in the half hour I’ve been here.
Laying Leaning… makes for good times!
sars: Indeed, but spokes-boy has been blowing kisses and fervently consoling ponytail.
bro-ho: Oh Dear!
sars: Aw, UGD are leaving and spokes-boy is leading (read coaxing) ponytail out of his seat to the taxi, but swing and a miss… ponytail is headed (staggering) to the bathroom. Spoke-boy insists he’s shy and just doesn’t want to be seen in public..
sars: ooohh, oooh this just walked in!
bro-ho: Jesus H. Tell me you are joking.
bro-ho: Oh…. Shit…. Someone needs an intervention.
sars: Apparently she’s Canadian (does that matter?!?) or so she has said 5 times… And they are sidled up to a pair of ‘psychologists’ (self proclaimed) who have decided they need shots of Jamo. (which they have never had, possibly not heard of.)
bro-ho: OMG. Ouch.
sars: She asked ‘their story’ and they told her (the older of the two, probably 45? She’s maybe 23, I’m being generous) they are the ‘top sellers of wine bottles on the west coast’. Um, are they analyzing grapes?? I think not. Then they were chatting about wine and the older actually scolded and is lecturing her! Definately smell fava-beans.
bro-ho: Okay. Wow! Also, I am about to rock the pajamas to Target. (Yeah, I am awesome!)
sars: You are classy as fuck.
bro-ho: Well, the level of classy on my part is a given. Good thing Target is in a neighboring town.
sars: Um, she still thinks they are psychologists… Deserves to be Lecter’ed. She is getting dumber by the second and they are toying with her over-teased brain.
sars: I don’t think I can stay for this train-wreck. I have to go write this down… Because I too am classy as fuck.
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