Of fish, bondage, and truly random encounters

In search of the elusive dinner that will not f*ck with my ulcer, we went forth to eat sushi last night. I had requested that we not go somewhere where I would have to eat anything fried or spicy, which was all good, except that when we got there, I managed to eat tempura and spicy tuna rolls. I am now responsible for a complete mile of the road to Hell. I'll be getting my adopt-a-highway sign any day.

There was generalized bastardy throughout, including a stunning moment in which triadruid and I absolutely did not attempt to fence with chopsticks, at least according to kittenpants. After dinner, the Other Two made arrangements to book the tatami room for their rehearsal dinner, which was met with some confusion by the staff, and some resignation by me. Despite the fact that I have been in a number of weddings, I have yet to make it to either a rehearsal or a rehearsal dinner. Things just happen. Most notably, I once ran out of gas on the side of the highway at three a.m. and had to walk 12 miles in the rain to the gas station, making it so that I basically rolled up to the bride's house in time to go get hair done and run to the wedding. I'm hoping I can do a little better with this one, and not just because I owe these two a lot better than that.

Following the sushi experience, we went for frozen custard, that apparently being an imperative when you eat Japanese food. And so we came to Culver's, wherein we had a truly random encounter. We came upon Marcus, a Toby Maguire-looking kid (I know I spelled that all over wrong), who was ballroom dancing with a vacuum cleaner, and lo, being us, we did give him copious amounts of shit about it, and giggled. He proceded to hang out by our table for the duration of our custard consumption, giving us ample time to discuss barbarian battling, blowing shit up, sex, paganism, nudity, his porn collection, Fight Club, the military, choosing religion based on food, and a number of other things one doesn't discuss in polite society. I now have the distinction of having been asked by a sixteen-year-old, "What is it with you and the monkeys?" It was not entirely unlike the famed Jesus Possum Pothead encounter, except that it went on a good deal longer.

We then went home to screw around online and take the purity test (apparently). This led to a fair amount of discussion about various past experiences, which (somehow) led to the Best Line of the Evening - "You wouldn't hurt a man on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, would you?" *sigh* Fine sort of evening, overall.

Of fish, bondage, and truly random encounters

In search of the elusive dinner that will not f*ck with my ulcer, we went forth to eat sushi last night. I had requested that we not go somewhere where I would have to eat anything fried or spicy, which was all good, except that when we got there, I managed to eat tempura and spicy tuna rolls. I am now responsible for a complete mile of the road to Hell. I'll be getting my adopt-a-highway sign any day.

There was generalized bastardy throughout, including a stunning moment in which triadruid and I absolutely did not attempt to fence with chopsticks, at least according to kittenpants. After dinner, the Other Two made arrangements to book the tatami room for their rehearsal dinner, which was met with some confusion by the staff, and some resignation by me. Despite the fact that I have been in a number of weddings, I have yet to make it to either a rehearsal or a rehearsal dinner. Things just happen. Most notably, I once ran out of gas on the side of the highway at three a.m. and had to walk 12 miles in the rain to the gas station, making it so that I basically rolled up to the bride's house in time to go get hair done and run to the wedding. I'm hoping I can do a little better with this one, and not just because I owe these two a lot better than that.

Following the sushi experience, we went for frozen custard, that apparently being an imperative when you eat Japanese food. And so we came to Culver's, wherein we had a truly random encounter. We came upon Marcus, a Toby Maguire-looking kid (I know I spelled that all over wrong), who was ballroom dancing with a vacuum cleaner, and lo, being us, we did give him copious amounts of shit about it, and giggled. He proceded to hang out by our table for the duration of our custard consumption, giving us ample time to discuss barbarian battling, blowing shit up, sex, paganism, nudity, his porn collection, Fight Club, the military, choosing religion based on food, and a number of other things one doesn't discuss in polite society. I now have the distinction of having been asked by a sixteen-year-old, "What is it with you and the monkeys?" It was not entirely unlike the famed Jesus Possum Pothead encounter, except that it went on a good deal longer.

We then went home to screw around online and take the purity test (apparently). This led to a fair amount of discussion about various past experiences, which (somehow) led to the Best Line of the Evening - "You wouldn't hurt a man on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, would you?" *sigh* Fine sort of evening, overall.

See! Friendly! Not a rat bastard at all!

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See! Friendly! Not a rat bastard at all!

<td bgcolor="#000000">I Am Robin Goodfellow</td>

You are that merrie wanderer of the night - outgoing and playful. Like Robin Goodfellow you enjoy a great joke, even when the joke's on you. You're the life of the party - you have a happy disposition and you like to laugh and have a good time. You're mischevious and you enjoy pulling someone's leg, but your jokes are generally good-natured and well meant (unless of course you're dealing with some fool mortal). When it comes right down to it, you'll do what you can to help out a friend.

Which Trickster Are You?
Take the Trickster Test at www.isleofdreams.net.