I HAVE WIENER GLASSES!
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vicarzMail room guy:
I feel weird about the mailroom guy and he's my big gay past come to haunt me. See, most of the gays I know are female (you won't hear that often) with the men in my life few and far in between. I feel a certain brand loyalty with queers though, like a racist black, my brother. But...there is this cute but not cute to me flaming guy in the mailroom, where his mother works. He's nice enough, but very flirty and so utterly not my flavor ever. I don't act gay around him - I almost feel obligated to "say hi" but...I don't want the potential burden of some sort of association with this guy. I wouldn't hide anything, but I just don't want to be on his hit list. Still, it makes me feel a strange sort of guilt.
I forgot a great story from Austria: that night at the carnival we went to a outdoor eatery and ordered drinks. For once they had name-brand liquor, so I tried to order a bacardi and coke-zero (that zero stuff is popular). The language barrier was frustrating, so what I wound up with was a double-shot of bacardi in a measured shot glass, a tiny euro sized bottle of coke (the old fashioned 8 oz bottle with ridges, also popular there) and a biarro-land Stephan King kids mug to put the coke in that said "Wiener Praten." The picture on the kids mug was of a ugly and scary clown - I'm not sure if it was meant to scare hair off your face on purpose or just through bad art printing, but it looked like a clown birth defect. And...Wiener? I was told it meant something like "Vienna people" as the area is called Wien, or Wiener made sense...still, I couldn't get over my wiener glass.
So I had another.
And then I stole both the glasses. I walked out with them in my cargo-cammo short pockets, we stashed them in a wall, and then retrieved them at the end of the hipster club night (again, we are incredibly NOT COOL). I was doing laundry last night when I nearly dropped them - they were still wrapped up in my dirty clothes.
Pity my girl - I'm going to insist on getting drunk from coke fako and bacardi drunk out of this glass. I won't force (but I might ask) her to join me, but I will do this.
I feel weird about the mailroom guy and he's my big gay past come to haunt me. See, most of the gays I know are female (you won't hear that often) with the men in my life few and far in between. I feel a certain brand loyalty with queers though, like a racist black, my brother. But...there is this cute but not cute to me flaming guy in the mailroom, where his mother works. He's nice enough, but very flirty and so utterly not my flavor ever. I don't act gay around him - I almost feel obligated to "say hi" but...I don't want the potential burden of some sort of association with this guy. I wouldn't hide anything, but I just don't want to be on his hit list. Still, it makes me feel a strange sort of guilt.
I forgot a great story from Austria: that night at the carnival we went to a outdoor eatery and ordered drinks. For once they had name-brand liquor, so I tried to order a bacardi and coke-zero (that zero stuff is popular). The language barrier was frustrating, so what I wound up with was a double-shot of bacardi in a measured shot glass, a tiny euro sized bottle of coke (the old fashioned 8 oz bottle with ridges, also popular there) and a biarro-land Stephan King kids mug to put the coke in that said "Wiener Praten." The picture on the kids mug was of a ugly and scary clown - I'm not sure if it was meant to scare hair off your face on purpose or just through bad art printing, but it looked like a clown birth defect. And...Wiener? I was told it meant something like "Vienna people" as the area is called Wien, or Wiener made sense...still, I couldn't get over my wiener glass.
So I had another.
And then I stole both the glasses. I walked out with them in my cargo-cammo short pockets, we stashed them in a wall, and then retrieved them at the end of the hipster club night (again, we are incredibly NOT COOL). I was doing laundry last night when I nearly dropped them - they were still wrapped up in my dirty clothes.
Pity my girl - I'm going to insist on getting drunk from coke fako and bacardi drunk out of this glass. I won't force (but I might ask) her to join me, but I will do this.
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