so last night i was supposed to go see S.E.X-OH again...that's how much i liked this performance. i thought i was only going with mr. bean (i had invited pokey reese and mr. motorcycle but they said they weren't interested) but around 5:30 he calls and tells me that he and mr. motorcyle were going to come and pick me up at at 6:30. as he was telling me this i was thinking DAMN!!! we're not going to the play!!". mr. motorcycle is ALWAYS late!!!! it drives me crazy!!! i usually don't get upset because i'm used to the dude being late but i really wanted to see the performance again!! AND i wanted mr. bean to see it too because out of all of the trio i think he would have enjoyed it the most!!! anywho, at around 6:30 mr. bean calls and tells me "you're probably thinking that were out in front of your place right? but we're not, mr. motorcycle hasn't even come to pick me up!!" i told him "dude there is no way we are going to make it on time!!" we hang up. i was soooo frustrated!!! but i thought, hey it's their loss!!! mr. bean calls me back a few minutes later to tell me that mr. motorcycle was on his way already and that we were going to go out to dinner instead, to be expecting them at around 7:30 and "este guey handa de mal humor, haci que preparate!!" santis came mind... "puta madre!!!".
Mr. motorcycle was in the mood for thai food so we decided to go to Thai Classic. on our way there we picked up two bottles of wine. We had sooo much fun. mr. bean was making comments like "i wonder if i would have liked the show? why didn't we make it to the show?" those two would drive me crazy if i were to take them seriously!! we stayed at the restaurant until they closed, we became friends with the waiter and offered him some wine but he said he couldn't...oh well meant more for us. we then headed down across the street from the restaurant to spot 6 and listened to some live jazz, i was chillin' by then. mr. motorcycle then decided that he wanted to leave because he not "feeling the jazz". on the way to the car, mr. bean asks if i wanted to go the kareoke bar on the southside. i said "sure but are you going to want to drive me back home?" this is the "what fuck was that about?!!!" moment. He tells me "i was thinking that you could stay at my place and i'll drive you back in the morning, is that okay mr. motorcycle?" WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? WHY THE HELL YOU ASKING HIM FOR PERMISSION!?!?!? that's what was going through my mind but i was buzzing big time and i was not in the mood to deal with that crap!! mr. motorcycle, says "si guey" i just got in the car and kept chillin'. i was having a good time and i was didn't want it to be ruined. on our way, to the kareoke bar the guys were singing songs that are originally in spanish but translating them to english. that was funny as hell!!!
once we get to the bar, mr. motorcycles ran into some of his friends. he did the introductions and then signed up for some singing. one of his friends came up to me and tells me "how have you been sonrisa?" i had met him before so we were making small talk. he then asks me "where's your husband?" ha? what? que? como? "i'm not married" i tell him. yet another "what the fuck is this about!?!?!?" moment. he tells me "oh thought you were, mr. motorcycle told me you were. i've always thought you were cute but never really talked to you because he told me you were married?" i just laughed it off and told him "well i'm not married and thank you for the compliment" he asks me if i wanted to go to sing a song with him and i did. we sang "no me vuelve a enamorar" by juan gabriel. mr. motorcycle was cheering us on through out the entire song. good times!!!
we dropped off mr. motorcycle off and mr. bean and i headed to his place. i slept like a baby in mr. beans arms..NOT!!! i slept on the bed and he slept on the couch. i am, however, planning on telling mr. motorcycle that it was the best night of my life!!! hehehehehe, okay i won't. hmmm? maybe just to be mean, i will. no i won't, that's childish.