Catching up with friends
Oct. 6th, 2006 04:40 pmQuiet end to a mellow week; K and I met up over on the island, and hit a thrift store and went to lunch at Steak 'n' Shake. The thrift store yielded a nice pair of black canvas pants and a tarot deck---both for for under $5. The pants are woven, not knit, and they're actually long enough, which is almost unprescedented. The deck is the Aquarian Tarot, which I swear is a 70s take on Art Nouveau---both of which I like. It's clearly been used a few times, but I've sorted through it, and everything is there, including the little white booklet. Haven't tried dealing a spread yet....
Yesterday, S's daughter J came over and helped me kill the meatloaf (I also had it for breakfast and lunch). We had a long and heartfelt discussion about Men We Find Attractive. Much to my amusement, she's got A Thing for Hugh Laurie---she's got a taste for scruffy---and wasn't aware he's British. Also, she wants a side of Wilson. Told her we needed an orgy---her and me, Laurie, Leonard and Spencer, oh my---! In lieu of that, I look forward to showing her Jeeves and Wooster. We're going to get together for tea and entertainment one of these days.
For some reason, she was highly amused that I'm hot for Patrick Bauchau*, whereas I was squicked to find out she likes DiCaprio...and Shatner. I'm a staunch Peter O'Toole fan, while she's still grieving for Richard Harris. And we had an irreverent memorial for Steve Irwin; obviously the Crocodile Mafia made that stingray an offer he couldn't refuse. (Trying to do schtick like that with an Aussie accent over meatloaf, green beans and mac'n'cheese had us both laughing til we cried.)
I told her I've finally come up with a suitable guideline to tell whether I'm too old for a given guy: if he wasn't born by the time I graduated from high school, he's too darn young. Similarly, if he has kids older than me, umm...then probably I should smile and ask if any of his sons are single.
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* And have been ever sinceVampires, 90210 Kindred: the Embraced. And yeah, he misses the cut-off by at least a decade, and I don't CARE.
Yesterday, S's daughter J came over and helped me kill the meatloaf (I also had it for breakfast and lunch). We had a long and heartfelt discussion about Men We Find Attractive. Much to my amusement, she's got A Thing for Hugh Laurie---she's got a taste for scruffy---and wasn't aware he's British. Also, she wants a side of Wilson. Told her we needed an orgy---her and me, Laurie, Leonard and Spencer, oh my---! In lieu of that, I look forward to showing her Jeeves and Wooster. We're going to get together for tea and entertainment one of these days.
For some reason, she was highly amused that I'm hot for Patrick Bauchau*, whereas I was squicked to find out she likes DiCaprio...and Shatner. I'm a staunch Peter O'Toole fan, while she's still grieving for Richard Harris. And we had an irreverent memorial for Steve Irwin; obviously the Crocodile Mafia made that stingray an offer he couldn't refuse. (Trying to do schtick like that with an Aussie accent over meatloaf, green beans and mac'n'cheese had us both laughing til we cried.)
I told her I've finally come up with a suitable guideline to tell whether I'm too old for a given guy: if he wasn't born by the time I graduated from high school, he's too darn young. Similarly, if he has kids older than me, umm...then probably I should smile and ask if any of his sons are single.
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* And have been ever since