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Chad’s shift ran a tad long so given the choice between hanging out a my clients and making up things to do to burn billable hours and going over to JJ’s for Happy Hour.. I chose the later.
Since de-booze-hounding, it only takes two or three beers to put a smile on my face and grey-wash the CONSTANT running worry-wart dialogue that seems to plague my mind.
The early happy hour crowd on Fridays is mostly the “old-timers”. It’s entirely more fun to sit around and shoot the shit with guys pushing 60 rather than ones my own age. I suspect it’s a sexual-predatory thing. It’s not like these gents are genitally dead or anything… it’s more like they’ve hit that age where they’re like “Sure – I’ll doink you… all ya’ gotta do is ask.. otherwise, let’s sit here and have a conversation.”
It just seems less tedious than the constant posturing and cruise-mode that folks my age and younger tend to default to. (it could very well be an unintentional, social-physiological phenomena).
But alas – I speak in generalities… which – tend to be dismissive.
Kiwi’s hubby woofer was tending bar and his out of town guest, Ed from California.
From what I can gather, Ed is Woofer’s “time-share-daddy”. They visit a couple of times a year. I’m not entirely sure how this works into Woofer and Matt’s relationship dynamic – nor do I need to understand. I’m the guy with two life-mates – so I tend to arbitrarily accept anyone’s arrangement .
We’ve met before. Once you get through the initial “I’m not into the leather daddy / daddy boy scene” – Ed loosens his posture and is a good conversationalist.
We yapped about Eicher homes, his loathing of American Airlines and his sweet n’ salty impressions of drewbearsf.
I asked him if I could take his picture for this blog-thing I don’t have that Drew may see.
