September 4th, 2006the porkchop
A few weeks ago the man from MN was here visiting and we went to a bar to hear my friend J’s boyfriend’s band play. We stayed for a couple of sets, he met most of my friends out here and all went well.
Later that week, after he had returned home, I was picking up J at her boyfriend’s (aka, FryDaddy’s) place. [Sidenote: every one of us has nicknames and they’re all hysterically random and nonsensical.] J informed me that she and FryDaddy both liked the MN boy and were looking forward to him living out here and oh, by the way, FryDaddy says that he knows why you two left early.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“‘Cause he says you spent the entire night looking at MN like he was the last porkchop on the plate… and you were hungry.”
And much hilarity ensued. Now FryDaddy (so named due to the cooking appliance, don’t ask) calls him LPC and I just call him the Porkchop.
Odd, I know… but also highly entertaining AND it means I didn’t have to come up with an odd name for him here on the blog. 🙂
Smiles all around.
Satisified Miss Wendy? 😛
