The silver moon and the evening tide...

MY EVENING, by Uncle Polt

As I was getting ready to walk out of my office, my phone rang. I KNEW I should have let it ring, but I picked it up. It was..the BOSS! He needed some paperwork done, a form filled out, so that IF this particular instance were to occur, the form would be filled out and ready. Despite the chances of that instance happening were slightly better than the ACLU endorsing Bush for Civil Libertarian on the year. Despite the fact I have already taken off work tomorrow, and don't give a fat rat's ass about what happens tomorrow. Despite the fact that my two co-workers WILL be there tomorrow and could handle filling out the form if we need it. I wanted to explain all this to him, slowly, cause he's not too swift. But I thought, nah, i'll just take the time, fill the freakin form out and leave. Less stress from him that way. SO i did.

I left work 15 minutes later than I had planned. I got home, obviously, about 15 minutes later than planned. It was hot, low 90's, and kinda humid, so I turned the a/c on when I got home. Just cause I knew Phoenix was coming over, and I didn't know if he brought any shorts to change into. (that would be Phoenix's picture icon on the left there...obvy)

I then got online for a bit until he arrived. Luckily for him, he HAD brought clothes to change into, and then did so. WE had spoke yesterday about this and had made a plan. So he drove us to Wal-Mart, but not the new Wal-Mart in our town. He wanted to eat at Hoss's as well, so we drove to the older Wal-Mart about a half hour away, which just happened to have a Hoss's in front of it. (hey, it was his car, his gas, who was I to argue?)

All the way up I was struggling to remember what I wanted. I knew I needed three cards (although, as I usually do when buying cards, I went a little nuts and bought 7. you just NEVER know when you'll need that cute little card, right?), and some facial scrub, or something. but I could NOT remember what else I wanted. Then, right before we got there I remembered it was that baking soda gum (yeah, not as bad as it sounds though. The dentist said I needed it). But of COURSE did Wal-Mart CARRY it? Oh NO! SO I got the other stuff. Then we ate.

Now, normally, after we eat there, Phoenix needs to get coffee from the nearby Dunkin Donuts. But not THIS week, no. They've opened a Starbucks. In Chambersburg PA! Hah, it makes me laugh! WHo knew a redneck town like Chambersburg would ever get a Starbucks?

At any rate, I was kinda excited too, cause EVERY time we go to a Starbucks, I can talk Phoenix into buying me one of the toffee almond bars and a strawberries and creme drink ( i don't like coffee. Phoenix likes coffee like Paris Hilton likes the paparazzi). SO I tried to do that this time and he refused! I didn't know what had gotten into him. And then he trots out the story his wife getting a ticket, and they have to pay the fine and he doesn't have any extra money. Pffft, I saw that for what it was: an attempt to weasel out of buying me the stuff. But try as I might, through pouting, whining, comparing it to taking Christmas gifts from kids, saying it was a tradition, etc, he stuck to his guns.

I don't think I like Phoenix with a backbone.

BUt I ordered both myself. And as I did so, I took notice to the two guys making the drinks. The two younger (17-20 year old) guys making the drinks. The two CUTE guys making the drinks. Well, one was cute, hew as the one that prepared Phoenix's drink. And the other one was more than cute..he was...sublime! He was a light skinned black man, and despite the baggy shorts and apron, I could tell he had a nice body. He finished my drink, announced it and as he held out to me and I took it, our eyes met. He had blue eyes like polished turquoise. They were captivating. And he smiled as we looked at each other, and his had a row of perfect teeth, and one dimple on his left cheek near his lips. And the top of his left ear was pierced with a gem similiar in color to his eyes. I was awestruck. And I think the cute little gayboy (cause he knocked the needle clear off my gaydar), knew I was gay too, and knew what reaction he was causing. Cause his smile widened a bit, and then he turned back ot his work. And DAMN if I didn't forget to look at his namebadge, so I have no idea what his name is. But I'll remember his face, and those eyes, and now maybe i have another reason to go to the Chambersburg Starbucks.

Oh, and then Phoenix brought me back to my apartment and we hung out. I thought Starbucks boy would be the highlight of my evening, but I was wrong. There was some stupid show on CBS called GameShow Marathon or whatever. but they were doing an updated game of the Match Game. i LOVE Match Game! More than Charles Nelson Reilly loves an ascot and cigar.

Ricki Lake was the host, she is NO Gene Rayburn, I'll tell ya that. If you know about the show (and really, you outta if you don't. Check out the GameShow Network if you've got it, for a Match Game 74 or so, it's cheesy, but great), you'll appreciate this. They had the set replicated completely, even down to the mid-70's orange shag carpeting.

And the panelists were set up smiliarly. In the "regular joe" seat on the upper left, they had George Foreman. In Brett's upper center seat, they had Kathy Griffin! LOVE HER! In the "gay" seat, occupied mostly by Charles Nelson Reilly, they had Bruce Vilanch. In the "ditzy hot chick" seat in the lower left, they had that Adreinne model who's gonna marry Peter Brady. In Richard Dawson's "smart ass" seat they had Adam Carolla. And in the bottom right seat usually occupied by Betty White, they had...BETTY WHITE! Oh I LOVE her too! She's blonde and old and funny an just reminded me SO much of my mother it was eeire! I don't think that's gonna be any kind of regular show again, but it was great to see it, and see an updated version of it.

And after this, Phoenix left, I got on here to tell you about it.

And so, in conclusion, that was my evening. Thank you.

POLT = listening to "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie

Don't ask 'Are you?', cause it's never the question. Say 'I know'. - Debbie, Queer As Folk