WTF

Friday afternoon I got a message that I had another showing at 9:30 Saturday morning. Crap. I hate getting up early on weekends. So, cleaned the place up a little (was doing laundry already, anyway), then headed off to work.

Patrick was decorating (Christmas in July theme), and Eddie was getting ready. Ron came in about 8:45. We did not realize at the time, but he unlocked the front door on his way in. So before we were ready, some guy wandered in, and said the Pride Committee was coming in at 9. Quick call to Tim, and yeah he knew but didn't mention. He said to let them in free. We also had a camera crew coming down for the show Split Ends on the Style network. In other words, it was a little crazy. Gays, drag queens, camera crews, and two drunk co-owners, while the staff is wearing santa or elf hats, and I'm handing out little plastic red or green leis. Hotdog guy said hi, asked if I wanted anything. But otherwise, no cuties, no luck. I was getting up early, anyway, so I just rushed home after we closed.

In the morning, I headed off to the gym. At one point, I came up to a red light. I was taking a right, so I started to check for traffic, and was about to start turning, when Mr. Impatient McFucktard behind me starts honking his horn. I take the right, which leads into a rotary. The exit out of the rotary happened to have a crosswalk across it, which was occupied by a mother with her infant child. I stopped. Impatient McFucktard was apparently taking the same street, and started honking at me for stopping. There was a baby stroller RIGHT in front my car at that exact point in time. As I turned to give him a withering WTF look, some guy in another car waiting to take that street out of the rotary saw what was happening and starting bitching out Impatient McFucktard. He went to a lot of trouble to pass me right after we got going, but then drove really slow, so I ended up passing him. Then I get to the gym, and get on an elliptical, and this woman, we'll call her DAFC (dumb-a$$ fu*&ing c...), gets on one of the exercycles. Mind you the entire row of exercycles is empty, but she gets on the one right smack dab in front of the industrial fan they have to help circulate the air during the summer. Then decides it's too breezy, and turns off the fan. This was enough to earn the DAFC label, but then she did less than 5 minutes on the cycle, and left. Did not bother to turn back on the fan. DAFC!!

That afternoon I stopped at the mall in town to pick up the Amelie soundtrack for Jim; on Wednesday, at his birthday dinner, one of the songs from that soundtrack played over the soundsystem. It was a French-themed restaurant, so it made sense. He liked the song, but did not know it, and had not heard of the movie. I thought it would be a very nice gesture. Well, the record store went out of business, and BestBuy has crap for CD selections. Take a walk through the CD area, then wander over to the DVD area. You'll immediately notice the anemic CD levels. So, they did not have it. I tried World, and Soundtrack, and New Age. Couldn't find anything by the guy. And they wonder why Amazon was so successful. Type in Amelie, and Poof there it is!

Picked up Ronny later, we headed over by Brad. Cris was at his sister's, so just the three of us went to dinner, then watched Boy Culture at Brad's house. There were two REALLY cute guys at the chinese buffet place. Brad guessed Armenian. Ronny mentioned that Junior left. Is already back home in Brazil. Just up and left, without telling anyone. After the movie, Brad went to bed, and I dropped Ronny at home so he could go to sleep. I headed over to the club. Nobody cute, so I chatted with Danielle all night, and wandered over to flirt with hotdog guy for a bit. The trailer trash hotdog people are still playing the little turf war game, so our HD guy is further down the street. I noticed he has added "Danny's B-I-G pickle" to the menu, so had to make innuendo about having some of that. He made a reference to being distracted by boobs, so I backed off a little bit. Bi or not, once they start talking breasts, that means they're not in THAT mood. Maybe another night...

Sunday I called Denison. Left a message; breezy and friendly; let's meet up sometime. We'll see if he ever calls back. Called Luther to see if he'd want to grab dinner or watch a movie. Talked to Ronny again, asked if he wanted to come over and catch up on Project Runway. He said he had plans but would call after dinner. He never called. I did get a text from Luther's phone: "Fuck off". I had a feeling it was Keniah. Ended up watching TV all night. Nobody ever called back. Saw Unbreakable on SciFi (not bad). And Picture Perfect on Style (ending pissed me off). It wasn't a bad movie until the final scene. It is a romcom, so there's nothing surprising at all at any point, but the fact that Jennifer Aniston's character RUINED some poor woman's wedding went completely unnoticed; if I were that bride, I'd have Killed her on the spot, not applauded.

Monday morning I emailed Luther at work. I was 99% sure the text was from his ex, but on the 1% chance it was from Luther, I decided to make it somewhat generic. "I got your text. Not sure why you would be so angry. Hope it was a misunderstanding." He wrote back that he had no idea what I was talking about, followed shortly by another email saying he checked his phone, and NO that was not written by him. Suggested we meet up this week for dinner sometime.