Lady Dutchess' First Love

5.9.11

3:50 pm

 

No homo.

 

So, the end of Friday and first bits of Saturday were spent playing Portal 2, which is good.

Quite the palette cleanser after Mortal Kombat.

And, although, it's brilliantly written and has J.K. Simmons and Stephen Merchant and that, it can drag and become frustrating at times, like most first person games.

But, this is all for science, so I suppose it's all right.

And those turrets...

Saturday afternoon was Thor for Jim's birthday.

Thor was iight, but I've never been way into Thor, so, yeah, Thorry.

Realized last week that this is utterly the summer of comic book movies.

That was nailed home after seeing previews for X-Men: First Class (looks great, but I fear the inevitable tease of a better, cooler sequel at the end. But, January Jones dressed as the White Queen? Take my pawn. BOING!!), Green Lantern (honestly, I'm just glad this is done with so RR can start making Deadpool, but Kilowog looks pretty cool) and Captain America (already there) back to back to back.

Although I'd trade them all in for the new Batman.

What does that say about me?

That I like Batman?

I'll agree with you.

After the movie, when Chris and I were saying goodbye to Jim, Jen and their friends, there was one girl who may have looked somewhat familiar, but I thought nothing of it and shook her hand saying something about maybe having met her before. She said, "yes, we've met" with this...tone.

Icy, I suppose one might say...or maybe bitchy?

But, like I said, I thought nothing of it until, a few moments later down the block, Chris reminded me that she was none other than Jim's bladed little friend, Kat, who, at Jim and Jen's Chinese New Year party in January, took to drunkenly shredding me for enjoying video games and, then, for relaying something that a friend told me.

Not because of what the friend told me, but because I used the phrase "my friend said".

She was angry because I was "spreading misinformation".

Her words, not mine.

And because I have a touch of facial amnesia, I hadn't remembered that it was She Who Shall Not Be Given An Alcoholic Beverage whose hand I was shaking.

If I had known it was her, I wouldn't have shaken her hand, but rather sidled slowly away from her, covering my genitals with the nearest potted plant.

She made Kaitlyn's one-time alcoholic fuckrant against me look like...well, actually, they were both pretty fierce.

I engender such hatred in drunken girls...why is that?

I'll just go with misdirected sexual desire.

Bingo.

Anyway, after I shook off the buzzsaw's frosty glare from my shoulders, Chris and I set off to meet with Will (and Steve and Chhay and Lorenzo and his wife and Chhay's friends) at Delta Grill where fun occurred.

Just getting over and entering into a period of sickness respectively, Chris and I returned home.

The next day, Will and I gayed it up all over New York City, first having lunch at Spitzer's on Rivington (hickory burgers! yum!) before checking out his hotel room where I broke his balcony door and received some top gear from Will.

Incidentally, I am now a Zero G Coach and have made up an entire line of bullshit in case someone asks about the hat. 

After that, we F & Ced it to the Museum of Natural History so Will could find a spaced-themed piece of baby clothing for his new lawyer's baby son...which is as normal in Will's industry as it is odd in any of ours...and wondered around the Hayden Planetarium, with Will pointing out the glaring mistakes in each and every exhibit...loudly.

We weren't asked t leave, we decided to leave.

Then, we decided we needed tea.

At Alice's Tea Cup.

No homo.

We ordered a pot of Phoenix Dessert Blend or Lady Duchess' First Love to those who aren't afraid to live life out loud, and each had a slice of the daintiest cakes imaginable.

It was...difficult to keep from laughing.

Especially once Will pointed out the cupcakes that had been named "Black Bottoms".

Seriously, what am I supposed to do with that?!

Then I escorted him to the uptown train and I took the downtown (story of my life LOLJK!!!).

Honestly, I have no clue why every time Will and I hang out in New York it gets gay...

Did I mention the sharing of the cream puff a  few years ago? No? Good.

Anyway, I headed home and played more Portal 2, encountering a few twists and some more frustration.

And then it was Monday and I cursed God for his petty vengeance.

 

Oh, also watched I Love You, Philip Morris.

Excellent, excellent movie.

Jim Carrey's still got it.

And the Shawshank Redemption reference was brilliant.

 

This weekend, we're going to Christina's mother's 60th birthday party.

I have told both of her aunts that if they arrange a cake for me to jump out of, I will jump out of it.

No homo.