Archive for February, 2021

Ding Dong

Ding Dong! The Prick is dead. Which old Prick? The Wicked Prick!  Ding Dong! The Wicked Prick is dead.

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As Requested

A pic of Ferdinand as requested by the Warrior Queen.

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Cat Paint

There are five houses on my street undergoing some type of renovation. I wasn’t surprised when the cat came home a few days ago with a swoosh of white paint on his side similar to the Roy Lichtenstein brushstrokes painting shown above.  Thankfully, the paint was latex so it was easy to wash off.  One of my neighbors probably has cat hair stuck on a newly painted surface.  Either that, or he was shooed away with a paint brush for being someplace he shouldn’t have been.  There’s always an adventure with this cat.

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Not Worth The Risk

I had dinner with Mike on Saturday night.  I met him at his house near the Tech Center.  Mike wants to drive to we head to the garage.  There’s a new grey G-Wagon in the third stall.  He sold his black G-Wagon to a client and has been driving his Hyundai.  Mike took advantage of a special tax write off by buying a certain type of vehicle by the end of 2020.  Mike prepaid for the G-Wagon at the end of December which earned him a $37k tax write off. 

We had dinner at a restaurant down the street from Mike’s house.  I knew dinner would be pricey as the first thing I saw upon entering the restaurant was a women with a $4,000 Chanel handbag hanging from her shoulder.  We managed to snag two seats at the bar.  The food was good but not worth the price.

After dinner we went to one of the local gay bars for a drink.  The Covid rules were being strictly enforced.  We had to sign in for contact tracing, temperatures were taken and masks had to be worn until we sat down.  There was no roaming around to socialize.

Mike was bored so he started texting friends to meet up at a dive bar on South Broadway for karaoke.  I’m not a fan of karaoke but I thought it would be better than another evening of Netflix.  Or so I thought.

We arrive at bar.  Mike’s G-Wagon looks out of place in the parking lot populated with aging cars which have seen better days.  We enter the bar.  We are overdressed for the venue. Not a Chanel handbag in sight.  I doubt any of women’s purses cost more than $40. None of the Covid restrictions are being enforced.  We are the only ones wearing masks.  The bar is not too crowded but there’s a lot roaming and socializing by the other patrons, who, I’m guessing, are regulars based on their social interactions.  I find a deserted area by the pool table sufficiently away from the other patrons.  I stayed there the entire evening.  Mike’s friends arrive.  They soon ditch their masks.  I kept mine on the whole night.  I was the butt of jokes because I was the only one in the bar wearing a mask.  

I didn’t sing and stayed clear of the karaoke area.  We left at 11 when the bar closed.  I was home before midnight.  It felt good to get out of the house but I don’t think I will ever go back to that bar in the pandemic.  It’s not worth the risk, and clearly, there are many people who totally disregard Covid protections, including Mike and his friends. 

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No Misgivings

Bruce stopped by about a week ago.  He looked incredibly handsome in his business attire.  He was sporting a pair of beautifully-crafted custom Ferragamo alligator shoes.  We had a long talk.  Bruce understands why I was reluctant to accept the painting.  I understand why Bruce wanted me to have it.  I accepted the gift.  The painting is still at Bruce’s house.  Between our different schedules and two Covid scares on his part, there has not been a suitable time for Bruce to drop it off.  In the end, I didn’t have any misgivings accepting the painting given that his shoes cost more than twice the price of the painting. 

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