Monday, January 14, 2008

Gays Approach Forty

Text exchange [slightly paraphrased] on Friday night:

Are you finishing a power cocktail hour hosted by La Flim Flam for her crack team?

- Watching BBC adaptations of Agatha Christie on DVD, actually. My friends are either poor & ill or dating some dago named Agostino. I hate everybody!

Lawd! Then crack open that 2nd bottle of TJ's Cabernet and go on with your bad (or is that S.A.D.) self!

- Oh believe me; glass #2 of Forestville Malbec is dregs. And you?

Finishing coq leftovers with merlot, reading about PBS Austenfest in LA Times, then either finishing a book or watching a dvd...

- We. Are. Old.

Embrace the (zaftig) spinster within, bitch! I loves me mine!

- Yes, but what about disco? Wild orgies with addled boys?

"...nostalgic for a past I never had," as Eddie Socket would say. Drink up, Jim!

- Yeah, yeah. There was one hotel group thing back in the paleolithicpaleolithic I feel sure.

Well now we're in the postpostlithic, so please to enjoy the Hercule Poirot.

- Yeah

8 comments:

Ladron de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

T.J.'s Cabernet? Well, at least it's not Two Buck Chuck. "Poor & ill or dating some dago named Alfonso"? Either our circle of friends overlap or that Alfonso gets around even more than I realized. Watch out for him, it does not end pretty!

Huntington said...

Ladron, is he a Guatemalan now living in Hayward?

And Two-Buck Chuck has saved this old queen's life on more than one occasion, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Ladron de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Actually, this one was Honduran, but that one sounds familiar too. The Honduran's most famous moment was blowing a waiter in the men's room at an awards event while his "partner" was receiving the volunteer of the year honor for an AIDS hospice group. I had the dilemma of walking in on them and having to decide how much I would or would not divulge. Classy.

Huntington said...

What did you do?

copperred said...

I think you should spoil yourself with some Sovetskoye Shampanskoye, and a little Kalle's Kaviar.

I find it mildly disconcerting that boys in their early (or not even) 20s now hit on me. I was hoping to spot more of that "No Old People aka no one over 25", but I'm sure that will kick in tomorrow, right after I skip whatever the hot activity/evening de jour is for NCIS and The Unit, as if I don't get enough of that at work...

kusala ~ joe said...

Carl, admit it: You love how they love you.

Also, I'll be on the next flight to DC if you supply the Sovetskoye and Kalle's... thanks for bringing those to my attention.

Salty Miss Jill said...

Frankly, I don't miss the hangovers, walks of shame, or having to apologize for things I don't remember doing.

copperred said...

I've always preferred more rings around the trunk so to speak, not less.

Given that I learned I'm the oldest of my co-workers today, I should start laying traps perhaps. Age and guile beat youth every time.