There wasn’t really a grand occasion for going out. The BBC was in town on a school night which he usually isn’t now that he has moved away. The last time I was able to grab a drink, chat and catch up with the BBC was at Hoover’s wedding. Hoover had other things to do following his wedding than hang out with the BBC and me. I know how rude.
So Hoover and I get to the place at about the same time. Walk in and the BBC is missing. Hoover says, he said he was here. I bet he went to the wrong one. Yup he did. We order and are two fingers into a beer when the BBC gets there.
Now it is time to break into the guy-ble, bro code, the card carrying members of the manly men club. This includes catching up, comparing work stories, telling jokes, throwing one another under the bus, telling embarrassing stories and just having the time out to relax, let our hair down so to speak. Hoover and the BBC can’t really let their hair down and mine stayed neatly bound in back.
Boys being boys, we toss out a bit of locker room humor, which one game is who could randomly get the phrase “that’s what she said” into the conversation after something that someone else had said.
The BBC won that game after something I said, I won’t repeat it because it was said in entirely different context than it would be taken with the phrase “That’s what she said” following it. Well that and the fact that I don’t really remember what it was I said so guessing would just make it worse and probably not funny either.
Yes, you are correct, we, men do revert back to middle school a little bit in groups of three or more. Most of us don’t linger there in middle school for very long but we do make the trip there now and again. So of you ladies make that trip too.
We all worked at the same place once upon a time. Hoover and I still do but the BBC does not. The BBC used to sit near my desk before my exile to Ile du Diable and it was at his desk that Hoover mentioned his interest in his now wife. We, the BBC and I, encouraged this as a very good idea, which it obviously was as they have gotten married now.
The BBC is currently dating someone, who both Hoover and I encouraged him to ask out independently of one another in this case. I was able to get some information to him when there was an opportunity to ask her out. They seem to be very happy, no wedding plans that we know of yet.
Yes, that’s right girls we are just like you we try to get each other matched up with the girls of our dreams, just like you do with us. We aren’t all locker room humor and gross and disgusting things. There are some of us out here that still resemble human beings and even some of us who actually are real stand up guys. We just pretend to be dimwits when we are in groups of three or more.
Off of the girl stuff and into other things like the fact that we had the rare opportunity to witness the very worst in live entertainment. Imagine if you will, or dare, a mix of Aldo Nova, Al Jarreau and Bob Marley. Then mix in a bit of Linkin Park. Oh yes, it was indeed the stuff of night mares. I seriously thought about asking the management how much it would cost to get them to not play any longer and think of trying to get a collection going to pay them to stop. I’m sure I could have gotten the money, probably really rather quickly.
At some point the BBC realized that the seat in which he was sitting was a bit sticky and then put a paper napkin on the seat to minimize the harm to his pant but the paper napkin ended up stick to his pants too and in a rather unfortunate spot.
I did really well with the smoked filled bar and only really wanted to grab a cigarette out of the hand of the lady sitting next to us once. I would have smoked it but the feeling passed after a few minutes. When I put on my jacket this morning I reached in the pocket and my hand hit the pack of gum in my mind I thought oh man did I buy cigarettes and was really relieved that it was only the gum, two and half years now.
No Warlock Vatican Assassins or other Sheen-isms in the stories, and you were thinking that it was something terribly exciting because I wasn’t allowed to blog last night. Well there are a few reasons for this is because I’ve omitted some details and will still be omitting them for now.
Another reason is because blogging after a night out with the boys is something akin to drunk dialing but you reach out to more than one number, but it is equally hard to understand, the spelling gets much worse and I may have remembered that comment and not had the good sense to leave it out and that I would bet would have been really rather unfortunate.
However, like drunk dialing once you get it not your head not to do that you have to do it and knowing me I had to have something to type so I thought I would leave a Carlos Estevez Blog like message or I would have just ended up typing something very hard to follow, poorly written and maybe including things I’ve omitted, aren’t you glad I waited. I know I am.
In other news
I am happy, nervous, smiling, and wondering a lot of things and trying to sit on my hands but all I really want to do is see if I really can fly…think a happy thought …second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning.
In other, other news
It is now only one. The last of the block crew is me.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
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