i sat on my can friday and passed up the opportunity to see big daddy alright at the wreck room in ft worth. darren was suffering from super-headaches and evelyn was too tired...so i just didn't have the motivation to go it alone.
saturday darren and i finally made it to a gay bingo night at the lakewood. we've been putting it off for about a year now. this time the theme was madonnarama. evelyn and her mother tried to get tickets but too late...and darren got in trouble for not trying harder to coordinate with wonderwoman.
in my previous gay bday post, i mentioned darren's ex sighting who seemed to pop up everywhere in the bar that we went that night. darren is convinced that mentioning said ex's name will cause him to appear. saturday night, name mentioning was not even required. while standing in the willcall line outside, i glance over and see X and manage to announce this a little too loudly to darren. we get inside and go to the liquor line. a look further back in line...there's X. we take our bingo packet upstairs to try and find our seats. a helper has us wait while she runs to find out where we're supposed to be. i look over darren's shoulder to the top row of seats and see the X. helper girl comes back and starts leading us to our spots, of course, two seats away from X, in a theater with hundreds of seats. darren's mood quickly soured much to my dismay. he pepped up eventually after i brought him a drink and sang madonna songs to him.
so bingo was exceptionally cramped, warm, and tedious. the intermission entertainment was stale and they did it twice. it featured two transvestites in cheerleader gear. one could twirl well, the other couldn't. *yawn*. we won 0 out of 10 bingo games. we won 0 raffles. it was all well and good but we won't be going back for several months. at least we got to see huge xvestites on rollerskates and huge guys in bondage gear and a guy with very tight buns in short short pvc shorts.
afterwards, darren and i made a deal that we would have one drink at a straight bar and then we would search out wonderwoman in gaytown. so we head to cosmo's. after our drink we head over to say hello to bar buddy terry. for some reason, the bartender girl threw a lemon at terry. in six-million-dollar-man-slow-motion, terry raised his beer, the lemon bounced off his hand then traveled sideways to hit darren in the eye. ouch! so many forces had to come together to create that one moment in time.
so off to JR's we go. i swear i'm only going to drink beer, then at the last possible second before ordering, i see the drink of the patron in front of us contains a maraschino cherry. i cannot resist! i force darren to order me a vodka&7 with a cherry. he's not thrilled but does so anyhow. later i ask him to get me a cape cod. with a cherry. he tries to believe we live in a world where cape cods automatically come with cherries and he won't have to specify. he's wrong.
while sipping our drinks and leaning against the wall, a small slight-figured "man" starts to walk by, stops, looks at me with a weird smile on his face, and then says with an accent "you are very beautiful!" ok. not sure how to take that. in the gay bar. asks my name. asks where i live. *remember darren is standing right next to me. says he's been here 7 years but is from spain. then mentions something about his wife being over by the bar and he moves on to the restroom. uh-huh. on his way back, he points and/or waves or something because now we're good friends. all much to darren's amusement. thanks darren.
we finally meet up with wonderwoman, bedecked in a vintage starlight express T, new jeans, a white belt from the girls department, and new converse. on the way home, darren becomes very hostile with wonderwoman and myself simply because we are concerned that darren's car is telling him it is thirsty for gas. at one point, he even raised his fist to me telling repeatedly "shut up woman". he claims he was just trying to cover up the fact he was driving with his right hand in the limp wrist position.
sunday, darren and i went to the monthly antique market at fair park. due to an error in judgment, we parked as far away from the appropriate building as possible and had to hoof about a half a mile in 100 degree heat (and of course i just had to wear a black shirt). i was happy to purchase two xmas presents for darren, a juice glass with "chinese honey" written in red and green (impulse buy), and to spot a tall, tall cutie 2x. darren insists he was very young. i couldn't really look because darren was embarrassing me when i spotted him the second time. dammit.
we finally went to eat at baja fresh, where the counter help don't speak english and the food isn't so great. no more baja fresh...but on the way home i saw a billboard for the new freebird's world burrito which looks more promising.
side note: oh jeez. the news teaser just queried: "do you avoid deep ellum because you don't feel safe?...see what the city's doing to change that." whatever. i live in deep ellum. i'm still alive aren't i? i even left my window open a day and a half with no consequences. unless someone is still in my closet.
okay, and now there's a zelnorm commercial playing that's a take-off of amelie where she writes the message on her stomach. only in the commercial, they're writing about bloating, cramping, irritable bowel sydrome, and constipation. i'd be upset if i was amelie.