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d'ohNow Playing: K T Tunstal
Soooo, recently I had a leetle shin ding at Casa de Megster. Not truly a house warming more like a late open house you know. My peeps came in from all over to attend. Total awesomeness!
One of my best friends from college (A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...) flew in from Dallas to attend. I grabbed her at Sky Harbor after arrival and we headed out for some bevs and noshes.
Long story short, we hit Rock Bottom Brewery for bar food, hand crafted beers, sports on t.v. and of course, the male of the species. For a chain restaurant, I totally lurve the place! Especially the outdoor patio and the hottie brewmasters but I digress.
So we were happily yacking, noshing and quaffing when I totally smack the guy behind me during my rather enthusiastic re-telling of the Edward Black divorce saga.
"Dude, seriously! His friends told him she was cheating on him and he didn't believe them! So his best friend had a serious come to Jesus talk with him and convinced him to get a PI. PI catches her and the cabana boy-has ‘em on video mind you-playing Mr. Muggles rides to tuna town. Does everyone have a porn out now? I mean seriously...the Long Island Lolita and her rather skanky and narfy husband and now this?"
It was during this rather passionate retelling that I cuffed poor Louis up side the head. In fact, I rather startled the whole table of guys in from Brazil and Argentina for a major corporate conference. So ‘perturbed' were they that they insisted on us joining them and proceeded to buy the beer. So of course, I liked them. Free beer=Good. Very Homeresque I know but oddly enough true!
Had a wonderful time talking world views, politics and the Paris Hilton sex tape (see, another one!). Besides my cousin is half Portuguese and worked in Sao Paulo for years and one of the guys, the yummy one Saulo, was from Sao Paulo too. So we have a blast and decide we need to bail home prior to the ‘you're stupid if you drive' level. Well it turned out in the exchange of goodbyes (we did business cards earlier) that poor, sweet smoking hot Saulo will be all alone as the rest of the guys are heading home Friday and he is here through Sunday so I invite him to my fiesta. It's just not American to leave handsome foreigners from acceptable countries to rot away in their hotel rooms when they can come be charming and hot at my house. I am trying to be a social ambassador for America. I have converted thousands....or at least hundreds of America haters. Hey, we're not all that bad. We're cool. You like us. We rock in small liquor fueled groups.
My sister completely freaked out when I told her this. She was all shades of "What if he kills us?" I look at her and I'm all shades of ‘Wiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. babe'? He's a sexy professional in for a conference not an ax murderer. What? He's going to kill everyone at the party? How? Spike the lemonade a la Jim Jones? So just don't drink the punch!
So it's the fiesta and I walked out front and saw Saulo pull up. Yep. Still lickably darling and carrying liquor-liked him even more! I went to greet him and he was acting kind of odd.
He proceeded to tell me that he got lost and went to the wrong house. He knocked on the door and "A man dressed like the Village People answered."
The Village People? Which one?
He replied "The cop"
Hmmmm...
"But you know ahhhh....without the pants." And does the hand gesture for no pants.
EEEK! Again, Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot?! No, I don't know "without the pants"!!!
Funnier yet, Saulo actually asked the partially nekkid faux peace officer if I was around (nice!) The guy said no and told Saulo I was in the same house one street over.
I puzzle it over and realize it must be drop dead gorgeous neighbor guy. Seriously. Really scrumptious. We don't speak really as he thinks he's too sexy for his shirt and he's just not that hot but anywho, he's my neighbor. Apparently one who enjoys impersonating a partially clothed member of a 1970s concept disco group at home.
Gotta rethink this whole thing now...luscious neighbor guy answering door ½ nekkid bespeaks of something I really don't want to hear about ya' know?
I think after the ‘experience', Saulo was a little nervous at my pad prolly wondering if it was the Den of Iniquity (not recently babe) but quickly realized the drinks were cold, the food and folks rocked. He had a blast and fit in fine with the gang and rolled back to Brazil with grand stories of Meg, casa de Megster and my neighbor on 68th Street with the interesting proclivities....
Now I'm wondering what the Hell else the other neighbors are doing behind closed doors? Starting to doubt it's all gardening and ESPN now!
PS-I said young man, you need to put on your pants!
