I got a couple of calls from Tree and FatGirl today – they were in the mood for dinner and drinks and were hopeful I was too. I was, so I met them at their house and FatGirl and I chatted while Tree finished primping. As we were chatting, I noticed a fly in FatGirl’s general proximity and pretty soon FatGirl noticed it too, “Aaaaaahhh,” screamed FatGirl while his arms rapidly swatted the air. “Aaaaaaaahhh!!! I hate flies!”
Tree had purchased a bottle of wine that reminded both of them of me so we decided to take it with us to the restaurant (which is also Tree’s place of employment). The waitress filled our glasses, we lifted them up for a toast, and Tree said, “Let’s see what you taste like!” FatGirl took a sip and replied, “Is it just me or does this taste a little bit like cherry?”
As we were reviewing the menu, Tree eloquently shared some off-menu suggestions with us. Our waitress returned and asked if we would like to hear the specials. “I just told them the specials,” Tree proudly quipped.
“Speaking of specials,” I piped in, “I’m thinking about getting a foreign exchange student.” FatGirl’s eyes lit up quick. “Oh, perfect! From where? He better be cute!” “I’ll be sure to make sure he is cute for you and, more importantly, that he is at least 18.” “No, really, you need to get a really cute boy. What country is it where are all the cute porn boys are from?” “Czech Republic,” Tree proudly answered. “Those boys are beautiful! I remember staying in my room and watching that porn for about three years. I got locked in – couldn’t get out because of all of the lube on the door.” FatGirl giggled and agreed, “I know, I hate that day! Trapped in your room because it is too slippery to get out.” “That day?” Tree replied, “I said three years.”