26 April 2003
32
R. Linda:
Glad the tamales are done, whew, I feel like I made them along with you. ;) I was going to go out tonight, but when I went over to ask Tonya if she needed anything since I'd be out, things changed quickly. She said she wanted to see the flick THE DIVINE SECRETS OF THE YA YA SISTERHOOD, but her boyfriend refused to see a "chick flick." I meant did she need food from the store, not did she need a date for a chick flick. Ugh. I acted all sympathetic, I was saying things like, "Aw, that be too bad, maybe he'll feel differently if you cook him a meal," and her eyes got narrow at that "little womanism" I so carelessly tossed her way, so then I said, "Maybe you need to tell him real men watch chick flicks, and that you certainly won't tell anyone he saw it," which got me in more trouble.
The first stupid thing I offered got me, "Gabriel! Don't be so chauvinistic. I cook for him all the time anyway." And the second got me, "Well Gabe, you want to put your money where your mouth is and watch it with me?"
What to do! NO, I DID NOT WANT TO WATCH IT EITHER. But if I said, "Uh no, I'd rather not, but thanks so much I'd rather be caught mugging the Easter Bunny than sitting through a chick flick, hello!" I knew that answering in the negative would get me the nickname Wimp, or worse, be the last home-cooked meal I'd ever have since Miss Tonya liked to cook, and often I'd be invited over WITH the boyfriend to partake of some excellent meals.
Yessiree, there I was promptly at 6:30. She told me if I was late she'd stand outside in the hall and scream my name until I came out. I made sure I was there because the girl had a good set of lungs on her.
A pleasant surprise, I was treated to corn dogs. I'd never seen them before, I had no clue what on earth I be eating and she poured that Gulden's Spicy Brown Mustard all over them. I didn't know how you ate them, and once I saw her pick up the stick (noticing there were no utensils on the table), and bite into one, I did the same. They were rather good if I do say so, and we washed them down with cherry cokes and crisps. A beer would have been better, but it was chick flick night, who was I kidding?
I was happy as a clam sitting there on the couch munching away on all the goodies when she flipped on the telly and there it was the YA YA SISTERHOOD. I put me game face on and grinned like a lunatic trying to make it like I couldn't wait for the flick to start. Of all the videos out there, I was watching a chick flick. And not with me own girl either, some coward's which reminds me, wait until I see Ben. The wimpster that he is, and me filling in for his wimpiness by sitting through the most ridiculous flick I've seen in a long time. It made no sense to me whatsoever and my God there was that Angus MacFadyen person playing an Irishman when he is a product of Scotland! Why I was outraged I was, but me mouth was too full of crisps to say so.
I left before she could put on the second one, which was LEGALLY BLOND. I thought she said Legally Blind, but then when she mentioned Reese Witherspoon, I jumped up and said, "Was wonderful, got to go, got to get up very, very early for work tomorrow. See ya."
I had gone to see SWEET HOME ALABAMA because I was bored and had nothing to do, so I thought to take in a flick. There was a great line for that movie and I thought to meself it must be good and I got in that line. I lasted 5 minutes before I walked out. It was girlie, trite and very bad. So no more Reese Witherspoon movies.
I be home now, relaxing with a Guinness Stout thinking how I be going to get away with sleeping in (since tomorrow is my day off) without Tonya knowing since she lives across the hall from me.
Hum, what would the Ya Ya's do?
Gabe
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R. Linda:
Glad the tamales are done, whew, I feel like I made them along with you. ;) I was going to go out tonight, but when I went over to ask Tonya if she needed anything since I'd be out, things changed quickly. She said she wanted to see the flick THE DIVINE SECRETS OF THE YA YA SISTERHOOD, but her boyfriend refused to see a "chick flick." I meant did she need food from the store, not did she need a date for a chick flick. Ugh. I acted all sympathetic, I was saying things like, "Aw, that be too bad, maybe he'll feel differently if you cook him a meal," and her eyes got narrow at that "little womanism" I so carelessly tossed her way, so then I said, "Maybe you need to tell him real men watch chick flicks, and that you certainly won't tell anyone he saw it," which got me in more trouble.
The first stupid thing I offered got me, "Gabriel! Don't be so chauvinistic. I cook for him all the time anyway." And the second got me, "Well Gabe, you want to put your money where your mouth is and watch it with me?"
What to do! NO, I DID NOT WANT TO WATCH IT EITHER. But if I said, "Uh no, I'd rather not, but thanks so much I'd rather be caught mugging the Easter Bunny than sitting through a chick flick, hello!" I knew that answering in the negative would get me the nickname Wimp, or worse, be the last home-cooked meal I'd ever have since Miss Tonya liked to cook, and often I'd be invited over WITH the boyfriend to partake of some excellent meals.
Yessiree, there I was promptly at 6:30. She told me if I was late she'd stand outside in the hall and scream my name until I came out. I made sure I was there because the girl had a good set of lungs on her.
A pleasant surprise, I was treated to corn dogs. I'd never seen them before, I had no clue what on earth I be eating and she poured that Gulden's Spicy Brown Mustard all over them. I didn't know how you ate them, and once I saw her pick up the stick (noticing there were no utensils on the table), and bite into one, I did the same. They were rather good if I do say so, and we washed them down with cherry cokes and crisps. A beer would have been better, but it was chick flick night, who was I kidding?
I was happy as a clam sitting there on the couch munching away on all the goodies when she flipped on the telly and there it was the YA YA SISTERHOOD. I put me game face on and grinned like a lunatic trying to make it like I couldn't wait for the flick to start. Of all the videos out there, I was watching a chick flick. And not with me own girl either, some coward's which reminds me, wait until I see Ben. The wimpster that he is, and me filling in for his wimpiness by sitting through the most ridiculous flick I've seen in a long time. It made no sense to me whatsoever and my God there was that Angus MacFadyen person playing an Irishman when he is a product of Scotland! Why I was outraged I was, but me mouth was too full of crisps to say so.
I left before she could put on the second one, which was LEGALLY BLOND. I thought she said Legally Blind, but then when she mentioned Reese Witherspoon, I jumped up and said, "Was wonderful, got to go, got to get up very, very early for work tomorrow. See ya."
I had gone to see SWEET HOME ALABAMA because I was bored and had nothing to do, so I thought to take in a flick. There was a great line for that movie and I thought to meself it must be good and I got in that line. I lasted 5 minutes before I walked out. It was girlie, trite and very bad. So no more Reese Witherspoon movies.
I be home now, relaxing with a Guinness Stout thinking how I be going to get away with sleeping in (since tomorrow is my day off) without Tonya knowing since she lives across the hall from me.
Hum, what would the Ya Ya's do?
Gabe
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