This, folks, is a moment of wild adoration for my partners. Here's how it goes:
Yesterday,
triadruid and I stopped by to pick up his tuxedo for Saturday. It's an old-fashioned cut, with a long cutaway coat, and an ascot instead of the usual bow-tie, and he looks absolutely devastating in it. I mean, really. He hits the perfect balance of elegant and dissipated (this never fails to make me go all wobbly) -- in short, he looks like the best bad idea I've ever had. I sort of squeak out, "Your wife will enjoy that", and try to keep myself from overheating or passing out in the shop.
We move on. He's got a meeting, so I take him up to 75th Street Brewery to meet his group. I've arranged for
kittenpants to meet us there, so that she and I can have dinner together. Over the course of dinner and the drive home, we are full of good ideas. We design a Las Vegas casino/resort (we're thinking it'll be The Nautilus, a Jules Verne-inspired sort of place, heavy on the steampunk and aquatic elements, with just a dash of Hindu temple). We invent the sort of male strip show that would cater to us and people like us (they go on two or three at a time, dressed in frock coats and generally foppish attire, and then, they undress each other. It's a simple thing, but we think this is ideal). We decide that nobody else may ever cover "I Think We're Alone Now", unless it's a band like Tool. And so on.
We get home, we do some research about our upcoming trip to Las Vegas (it all comes back around). Then,
triadruid comes home. I demand that he should put the tux back on for the edification of
kittenpants. Somewhere in there, we had a lovely bottle of wine that
kittenpants had picked up to celebrate our engagement a few weeks ago but that we never got around to drinking. I'll spare you the rest of the scene in consideration of your undoubtedly delicate sensibilities. :)
Anyway, these people I have somehow managed to attach myself to, they're fabulous -- clever and beautiful, fun to be around, full of brilliant plans, generous and helpful. I think I should keep them. What do you think?
Yesterday,
We move on. He's got a meeting, so I take him up to 75th Street Brewery to meet his group. I've arranged for
We get home, we do some research about our upcoming trip to Las Vegas (it all comes back around). Then,
Anyway, these people I have somehow managed to attach myself to, they're fabulous -- clever and beautiful, fun to be around, full of brilliant plans, generous and helpful. I think I should keep them. What do you think?