Tuesday: the update.... Part 1

I'm sure by now, all of you have seen "D**k in a box". The SNL skit featuring JT & Andy Samberg doing it up retro early 90's reminiscent of Colour Me Bad.



Well, I had taped SNL as I like to watch it Sunday mornings. Great way to start the day as I'm not quite awake enough to do anything to drastic and you can always fast forward commercials & crappy parts.... Anyways, Monday I saw it again on You Tube. Then when someone forwarded me the link again. Then Dunner was talking about it b/c she loves JT. Got home from work and Elton and I had to crack jokes about it online last night. My point in all this is that FREAKING SONG IS IN MY HEAD!

"1... cut a hole in the box.... 2..... put your junk in that box.... "

Always, always the song you want playing through your head when you're getting ready to go on a first date with someone.... Happy to report, I didn't subconsciously sing that song at dinner (or may be I did... after all, subconsciously doing something has a way of sneaking up on you) Also happy to report that:

A: His name is NOT Igor

B: DOESN'T sell porn (or may be he does.. didn't want to ask. Shaloa & I are actually looking into hosting a site before we do Beer Gardens & Patios as a good way to fund our boot fetish)

C: and all the other problems I face weren't visibly present: Tourettes, related parents, out of control drunk, bites me, gets in fights, has slept w/ 8 of my friends, lives hours & hours away.....

Seeing as it was few weeks ago that I had met him & this was the first time we have reconnected, I wasn't overly excited so really hadn't put much thought into my wardrobe nor what we were going to do. So when he phoned & suggested Glowbal or Rodney's Oyster House, I became intrigued as he just upped the anti. All of the sudden I panicked as to what to wear as I was used to these useless cactus club meet ups.

I phoned Shaloa as she knows my wardrobe of late.... unfortunately no answer. What am I to do now.... was I going to phone him & say "sorry I can't go out, I JUST can't decide what to wear.. I want to wear my black shirt but unfortunately my shoes are brown. The good jeans are in the wash & the other ones JUST aren't right.. I'd wear the red shirt but I wore it when i met you" and so on. I'm realizing that he'll be there in 5 minutes & therefore do NOT have time to quickly run to the store & find a new top..... so I went naked. LOVED ME.

NO.

But that's what I told Shaloa when she asked me this morning, "You figured it out though?"

One cheeky answer deserves another. She scolded me and informed me that naked wasn't a part of "the rules".

WELL... I guess I won't hear from HIM again will I? Damn... I KNEW I should have been doing those butt clenches!


***** SOOO much happened over the weekend that I'll be posting periodically through out the day.... stay tuned*********