Friday, April 4, 2008

ticktock.

I'm watching the clock.

Despite a seemingly endless parade of crabby patrons and perverted weirdos (I'm beginning to think that they're being bussed in or that I'm on candid camera. It has been that strange today.), I'm not letting anything bring me down. It's Friday, I'm wearing cute new underthings and I've got plans to chat up that hunky guy with the twinkly blue eyes. He sits at the brewery all by his lonesome, looking like he's waiting for someone.

UPDATE: it worked! I seduced him with my feminine wiles and pints of small-batch super hopped black IPA and brought him home with me. Today I'm going to make him strip...wallpaper. Married life isn't one drunken naked lovefest after another, you know. Tragic.

9 comments:

tyskkvinna said...

Sounds like solid plans :)

Lorimor said...

Tactical black?

This story sounds like it will have a happy ending. :)

doubletrouble said...

Ummm... won't Mikey be upset?

AND, about those "new underthings", could we...damn, there I go being a pervert agin.

Have a fun night!

Matt G said...

Hooray, Love!

Joseph said...

Got a date with Mike, Hmmmm?? Lucky guy!!

phlegmfatale said...

There must have been weirdness in the air this week, because I had to deal with a bag of that crap, too. They seem to go in cycles, don't they?

Earl said...

Ah, one has to work for domestic tranquility? No wonder marriage is becoming a thing of the past, but what a dream date -- don't stop being his girl friend and he will always be a happy handy man.

Breda said...

Earl - sounds like we've both discovered the secret.

Lin M. said...

Next time I have to strip wallpaper I'm going to use a hand grenade.

Lucky you, having the company and the help.