If I Throw You to the Wolves, Will You Still Go Out With Me?

I'm still working on a nickname, hopefully one will come to me by the time I'm done writing this. Can't use 'the new guy' since that one's already been used.

This one is a friend of a friend that I've ran into at a couple different functions. We sent a few messages back and forth via IM, progressed to talking on the phone, and went out on a date this weekend.

He originally asked me to go out Friday night to a party. I had M that night so I countered with 'How about Saturday night?' He was OK with that, so I threw in 'Oh by the way, do you mind if we stop by my friend's graduation party?' No big deal, but here's where I should have elaborated prior to Saturday night. The graduation party was downtown in the Pearl, at a Vietnamese restaurant, for my 'best gay guy friend' friend. Needless to say, the crowd was a little on the fashionably queer side.

The other issue Saturday night, was I got sick. I ordered a drink that sounded heavenly on the menu, Vietnamese iced coffee with hazelnut vodka, kahlua, and cream. I did not think about the fact it's a really, really bad idea to drink heavy cream with a lot of alcohol on an empty stomach. I was home by 11:30. I spent the last 10 minutes of the date praying I wasn't gonna throw up in his brand new car.

Unlike cowboy, he did fine. Passed those tests. He actually passes a few of my Check Yes or No questions - does not drive a truck, does not kill furry creatures for fun, does not hang dead animals on his walls... this is progress.

Don't know about some of the other questions though (see questions 6 and 7). Which means I have no idea if he's boxers, briefs, or boxer briefs kinda guy. However, even with all the challenges of Saturday night, he says he wants to take me out again.

The Stars Have Aligned

I was raised on rock. I am such a child of the '80s. I went through my requisite can of Aqua Net at least once a week when I was in high school. I hurt my neck head banging to Metallica. I have every Motley Crue album ever released (except for that one with the other lead singer).
I found my summer vacation.

http://www.southtexasrockfest.com

If anyone wants to go to Texas the second weekend in July, let me know.

I Liked it Better Before

"Before what?" you may ask.
Before M learned to read. Every sign we drive by, every newspaper, every magazine, every IM conversation I have on the computer she reads out loud.
The other night we were driving home from grocery shopping. As we drive by The Dancin' Bare, she proceeds to read the sign out front.
"Amateur Night 9PM June 14. Mom, what's amateur night?"
Well... I explained that an amateur was somebody who was not a professional at whatever they were doing like on Dancing With The Stars where they have the famous people who are amateurs with professional dancers. I thought this explanation would suffice, and she seemed to really grasp that concept since we watch Dancing With The Stars on a regular basis.
"Mom, have you ever been to amateur night?"
The only thing I could say was "No."