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phrasemuffin Sep. 14th, 2007 11:39 pm)
phrasemuffin Sep. 14th, 2007 11:39 pm)I probably have about 7 pages of flist to catch up on (if I'm lucky - there's probably more) since my laptop crashed, so forgive me if I haven't commented lately on things I normally would have.
This morning I sang at a funeral. It was for the father of a guy in my year. I liked him. He was an awesome guy. Whenever I saw him, he always made the effort to say hi and make me laugh. He was the only adult at church things to really seem interested in me as a person, not just someone's kid.
I'll miss you, Mister Lea. From your mate, George.
It was nice to see all the Lewo boys there. The guys that I see at The Ashy. All the "Skips", and a lot of their families. And not just from our year, either. There were so many of them.
After the funeral, I had to work. After work, went out for dinner to The Ashy with work people. Was also invited out to Purple Sneakers for tonight, but had plans with work people long before the invite last night. I'll make it up to them next week.
It's a good thing I didn't do Sneakers though - Hot Cute Guy, one of the bartenders at The Ashy, was makin' with the words at me. While others were getting their food, I manned the table, and Hot Cute Guy came to clear the empty glasses. He made sure I wasn't going anywhere else tonight.
It's a bad thing, too, though. Next time he came back, Kurtis told him "His name's David". I didn't think I could have been more embarrassed. Not until he came back again, and Kurtis told me, quite loudly "Hey, it's your man!". Neither time could I look at Hot Cute Guy's reaction. If he looked up at me, though, he probably would have seen that Kurtis wasn't lying (if exaggerating). Dman Kurtis and his big mouth. And his ability to drink bear like ducks eat (and like Homer eats hot dogs).
I did catch him looking over a couple times after, though...
This morning I sang at a funeral. It was for the father of a guy in my year. I liked him. He was an awesome guy. Whenever I saw him, he always made the effort to say hi and make me laugh. He was the only adult at church things to really seem interested in me as a person, not just someone's kid.
I'll miss you, Mister Lea. From your mate, George.
It was nice to see all the Lewo boys there. The guys that I see at The Ashy. All the "Skips", and a lot of their families. And not just from our year, either. There were so many of them.
After the funeral, I had to work. After work, went out for dinner to The Ashy with work people. Was also invited out to Purple Sneakers for tonight, but had plans with work people long before the invite last night. I'll make it up to them next week.
It's a good thing I didn't do Sneakers though - Hot Cute Guy, one of the bartenders at The Ashy, was makin' with the words at me. While others were getting their food, I manned the table, and Hot Cute Guy came to clear the empty glasses. He made sure I wasn't going anywhere else tonight.
It's a bad thing, too, though. Next time he came back, Kurtis told him "His name's David". I didn't think I could have been more embarrassed. Not until he came back again, and Kurtis told me, quite loudly "Hey, it's your man!". Neither time could I look at Hot Cute Guy's reaction. If he looked up at me, though, he probably would have seen that Kurtis wasn't lying (if exaggerating). Dman Kurtis and his big mouth. And his ability to drink bear like ducks eat (and like Homer eats hot dogs).
I did catch him looking over a couple times after, though...