Bellying Up

That’s Not Chinese gave two weeks notice a couple of days ago. Today, she felt she might not be able to stay at her job that long. I felt sound advice was in order, “You’re like Obama. Can you do it? Yes, you can! Do you think he likes all those peeps in congress? No! He does it for the little guy, so keep on doing it for the little guy.”

Pretty inspirational, but it really didn’t work, so, OregganO and I invited her to meet us at Tree’s place of employment for food and beverages. Upon arriving, we got the best greeting ever from FatGirl. Absolutely love him! He had been waiting for us for a while (“on my way” for me translates to “see you in a couple of hours”), so he was eating dessert by the time we arrived, and we had no qualms about bellying up right next to him at the bar. 

That’s Not Chinese finally arrived and I Can Relate arrived shortly after. Sadly, they didn’t get to hang with FatGirl – he had headed home to do his hair for the evening. Tree was tending bar, and doing a fine job, when That’s Not Chinese advised us they (she and Tree) had once talked about having sex. Tree clarified, “No, it was about four in the morning and you had decided you were ready for the bar. I told you the time and you told me, ‘ok, well, we could just have sex,’ did not happen!”

Eventually, Tree’s boss, Rose Colored Glasses (he thinks if he wears them long enough he and others won’t see he is gay – what are rose colored glasses for if not to skew reality?) left for the evening which allowed us to loosen up a bit. Woot!

Unfortunately, no real loosening took place. OregganO and I took a few pictures and then Tree joined us for mayhem at a couple of ‘west side’ bars. We had the pleasure of running into FatGirl, who took several hours picking a beanie and considered that “doing his hair.”

After a little drink with FatGIrl we headed to the Marmalade District for pre-conf karaoke. I figured out, right quick I might add, that ‘he (whoever he may be ) is not into me because he’s into he. Oh well.

Tree, OregganO and I started talking about two way v. one way….people, not roads. I told Tree, “I don’t mind if you u-turn, as long as it is my turn sometime.”  Makes sense, or does it?