Tonight normally would have been my night for going to Keegan’s for trivia, but I’m holding off on that (and the delicious cheeseburger and potato wedges) until Saturday night and the MOB’s grand summer event.
I expect the entire Night Writer blogging consortium (Reverend Mother, Mall Diva and Tiger Lilly) to be there as well so I’ll be easy to spot. Not because I’ll be wearing a Hawaiian shirt, but because I’ll be the guy surrounded by beautiful women. Unless, of course, I actually do wear a Hawaiian shirt, in which case my wife will come nowhere near me and the Mall Diva will likely just stay in the car. Tiger Lilly would probably come in, but mainly for the possibility of carrot cake.
See you there!
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I don’t think you have the guts to really wear the Hawaiian shirt. Yeah, I’m calling your bluff.
You’re right Kevin. NW isn’t capable of being that casual. For Pete’s sake, he probably irons his shorts. If he showed up in a Hawaiian t-shirt, that would prove that he is his own man, not just someone who hangs out with beautiful women.
I might bring a Hawaiian shirt. There nice for wiping down motorcycles.
err…”They’re nice…”
See ya there…
Surly, are you riding that bad Moto Guzzi to the party? I know the Reverend Mother would love to take it for a spin.
Kevin – I have plenty of guts, and the Hawaiian shirt showcases them in a manly fashion, Ben. I’m not afraid to wear it, but how much fun would either of you have if the Mall Diva refuses to get out of the car? Sometimes you youngsters just don’t think things through.
Thanks for the reminder NW. I’ll be sure to bring along some Godiva (Go Diva?) chocolate to lure her out of the car if necessary.
Now that that is settled I’m looking forward to seeing that shirt. Come to think of it I’d better bring a camera too.
Mmmm….chocolate!
The Reverend Mother uses two words to describe Hawaiian shirts: birth control (and that’s not as in: “Ooh, baby, put on some Don Ho records and I hope you brought along some birth control.” Quite the opposite, I’m afraid.)
Not carrot cake, Daddy! Chocolate truffle!
I will be there on my bad Moto Guzzi. I can only stay for a little while ’cause I’m preaching tomorrow and I’m not entirely prepared. Pray for a productive afternoon!
What time do you folks plan on arriving?
Bah, really doesn’t matter if Diva shows up….I can make fun of her just as easily without her there….with the added plus that I won’t get hit…by her at least.
And I still don’t think you have the guts to wear the Hawaiian shirt
“Pray for a productive afternoon” – well, stop reading blogs and start preparing! 😉
We should get there around 6, depending on what time the Diva gets off work.
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