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azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-15 02:57 am
azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-15 02:57 am
Pizza
Since Chick steam-cleaned our carpet after Alan spilled blue paint on it, we decided to give her pizza.
We came home after the ill-fated convention. Sis called her boyfriend; they conferred about the convention. Much laughter and many mentions of Silver Ravenwolf.
Alan decreed that the pizza place for this venture would be Long Wong's, a place that he knows of in his neighborhood that sells wings and pizza in addition to burgers and Chinese food of random very fast types. We went to the one closer to our neighborhood, Alan driving me and Sis, Chick driving her car with Dude.
It turned out that the near one didn't sell pizza. So we hauled ass over to the one in Dude's neighborhood. Chick got lost in traffic. We tried to wait for her, but she was lost. We got there, and ordered takeout, to bring home. We left a message on our machine telling them the situation.
In the wait, Sis pulled out the cards and mentioned that Darkside was having a rough day, and I needed to call him as soon as I got home. He's having a bad time with work, and he's moving with his family, and everything's all packed up, and his parents are being pains about the whole thing, and he really needed a friend.
I tell her I was planning on calling him already. Which I was.
In the complete absence of Chick and Dude, we go home. Chick and Dude are not there; we realize that Dude has no key for the front door. D'oh! So we try paging them; the bedroom starts beeping. Oops. We try calling Chick's mom, to see if they went there. Nope.
I call Darkside's house; it turns out that he's at work. I thank his dad, and hang up and start in on the pizza. Dude and Chick show up. They first were lost; then found the place (eventually) and then got in an accident coming home. Much sympathy. I have two slices of olive and salami pizza mostly inhaled when the phone rings. It is Darkside. I ditch my Dew and run for the bedroom, where we proceed to discuss the day, magic, webcomics, Final Fantasy, other movies, plans for seeing movies together some Friday night, coffee, mind whammies, spankings, work, moving, my friend Dave in Germany, how I should not call Darkside "dear," horror movies, how if I call Darkside "Moose" rather than "dear" I would then be "Squirrel", how if I am Scully then Darkside is Mulder, how since I am Laurel then Darkside must be Hardy, ten foot poles, swords, the concept of "bonk," and other things that only Darkside and I would speak about.
"It's eleven, you know."
"It can't be."
"Oh yes it can. Check a clock."
"Oh, fuck!"
"That was an interesting response. Hmm. it's eleven o'clock."
"Oh, fuck!"
"It's eleven o'clock!"
"Oh, fuck! Spank me!"
"That was even more interesting. You must be tired."
"Why?"
"Because you've never said anything like that before."
"Oh yeah?"
"It's eleven o'clock."
"Oh fuck! Spank me!"
"See?"
...and then we got off into the discussion of coffee, which required ten foot poles.
Darkside is the only person I would trust to take me into the dark and dangerous parts of my brain.
By the time I got out of the bathroom, I still wasn't finished, I was just sore... and the batteries which had been running rather low earlier, had suddenly bounced back up to somewhere near full power...
Sis and Alan and Dude and Chick all laughed at me.
We came home after the ill-fated convention. Sis called her boyfriend; they conferred about the convention. Much laughter and many mentions of Silver Ravenwolf.
Alan decreed that the pizza place for this venture would be Long Wong's, a place that he knows of in his neighborhood that sells wings and pizza in addition to burgers and Chinese food of random very fast types. We went to the one closer to our neighborhood, Alan driving me and Sis, Chick driving her car with Dude.
It turned out that the near one didn't sell pizza. So we hauled ass over to the one in Dude's neighborhood. Chick got lost in traffic. We tried to wait for her, but she was lost. We got there, and ordered takeout, to bring home. We left a message on our machine telling them the situation.
In the wait, Sis pulled out the cards and mentioned that Darkside was having a rough day, and I needed to call him as soon as I got home. He's having a bad time with work, and he's moving with his family, and everything's all packed up, and his parents are being pains about the whole thing, and he really needed a friend.
I tell her I was planning on calling him already. Which I was.
In the complete absence of Chick and Dude, we go home. Chick and Dude are not there; we realize that Dude has no key for the front door. D'oh! So we try paging them; the bedroom starts beeping. Oops. We try calling Chick's mom, to see if they went there. Nope.
I call Darkside's house; it turns out that he's at work. I thank his dad, and hang up and start in on the pizza. Dude and Chick show up. They first were lost; then found the place (eventually) and then got in an accident coming home. Much sympathy. I have two slices of olive and salami pizza mostly inhaled when the phone rings. It is Darkside. I ditch my Dew and run for the bedroom, where we proceed to discuss the day, magic, webcomics, Final Fantasy, other movies, plans for seeing movies together some Friday night, coffee, mind whammies, spankings, work, moving, my friend Dave in Germany, how I should not call Darkside "dear," horror movies, how if I call Darkside "Moose" rather than "dear" I would then be "Squirrel", how if I am Scully then Darkside is Mulder, how since I am Laurel then Darkside must be Hardy, ten foot poles, swords, the concept of "bonk," and other things that only Darkside and I would speak about.
"It's eleven, you know."
"It can't be."
"Oh yes it can. Check a clock."
"Oh, fuck!"
"That was an interesting response. Hmm. it's eleven o'clock."
"Oh, fuck!"
"It's eleven o'clock!"
"Oh, fuck! Spank me!"
"That was even more interesting. You must be tired."
"Why?"
"Because you've never said anything like that before."
"Oh yeah?"
"It's eleven o'clock."
"Oh fuck! Spank me!"
"See?"
...and then we got off into the discussion of coffee, which required ten foot poles.
Darkside is the only person I would trust to take me into the dark and dangerous parts of my brain.
By the time I got out of the bathroom, I still wasn't finished, I was just sore... and the batteries which had been running rather low earlier, had suddenly bounced back up to somewhere near full power...
Sis and Alan and Dude and Chick all laughed at me.