Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I Am Going To Try My Absolute Best To Explain That A Drugged Up Mormon Hit On My Friend Whom She Thought Was A Dude


An alternate title for this post is: Here’s Another Story I’ll Have to Remove From my Blog When I Become a Teacher

On Friday night the boys went up to Park City to have a Gay Dudes Unite where I hear there was cigar smoking and naked cannonballs into the hot tub. Anyway, not to be outdone, we ladies decided to hit the town…

A man I work with is the lead singer of a red-neck-y, classic rock cover band. He is the only Mormon in the band and thus needed a drinking following in order to please the bar owner. Enter widowed ladies. He had forewarned us about the “Hoochies” who are the young, Mormon neighbors of his that dance very seductively at his shows and then show up to church with their kids the next day.

Anywho, the band was actually really good! The booze selection, not so much. How do you not have wine?

So I am sipping on my vodka tonic when a sweaty, beautiful, young gal barges in between Andrea and Stacey shouting, “I AM SO THIRSTY!”. The thing is, there are maybe 30 people total in the place, needless to say, there were plenty of empty spots at the bar for Ms. Thirsty to stand at. Andrea and Stacey look at her with that “oh honey, you’re so drunk” look in their eyes and coax her to ask the bar tender for water even though she hasn’t ordered any alcohol all night. She indicates that she had brought her own “party substance” which we thought to mean a flask in her purse (sidenote: GREAT idea!).

A few minutes later, Ms. Thirsty is back, and has again wedged herself in between Andrea and Stacey. I continue my conversation with Steph but keep this sideshow in my peripheral. Ms. Thirsty has Andrea’s face in her hands, rubbing her eyebrows, her lips and then, SHE KISSES HER! Unsolicited, lips slightly open, kisses her. So now Steph and I are not only staring but also leaning in a bit closer so we can save Andrea should she give us The Look.  Ms. Thirsty glares at Steph, shouts “STOP LOOKING AT US!” and physically pushes her toward me. Now nearly the entire bar is watching this.

Ms. Thirsty thinks Andrea is a lesbian (is what I am thinking). Ok, that’s fine. I thought Andrea was a lesbian at first too (very few women in SLC have the awesome haircut that Andrea has, sue me). So I step in. Keep in mind that this is a shouting conversation as the music is very loud.

Me: “Is everything OK here?”
Andrea: (with a smile on her face cause she is so damn nice), “yeah it’s fine”
Ms. Thirsty: “You see, I’m biiiiiiiiiii”
Me: “Yes, and you think Andrea is a lesbian?”
Andrea: “Not exactly, tell her what you thought”
Ms. Thirsty: “IN KOREEEEAAAAA, you can’t tell the men from the women”
Me: “uh huh…”
Ms. Thirsty: “I’ve been to KOREEEEAAAA. In Korean drama, you can’t tell the men from the women. NETFLIX IT!”
Me: “Well Andrea here is a thespian” (she slam dunked her acting debut in Mid Summer’s Night’s Dream a few weeks ago)
Andrea: “She asked me if I was a man or a woman”
Me: …
Ms. Thirsty: “I am soooooo sorry! You are soooooo beautiful!” plants a second, unsolicited, lips slightly open kiss.

The girl is slurring her words, is bi-sexual, Mormon (I know this because she was a confirmed Hoochie), beautiful, not drinking (doesn’t even smell like alcohol) and had  been grinding on the dance floor with her eyes closed all night. She then goes to the bathroom with another beautiful woman. For a long time. When she gets out, she continues to pet and coo at Andrea. This girl is on something.

Turns out, Ms. Thirsty and her Beautiful Buddy are the sort of “bad girls” of the Hoochies group. And they, get this, grind up and SNORT their kids’ Adderall for a good time. WTF?

Now I just feel bad. What started out as what I thought was a Molly Mormon’s first night on the hooch and feeling out her suppressed sexuality turns out to be a complete train wreck. This girl needs some serious help! But you better believe I am going to see this band play again.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Dear Special, Valued, Customer!

I just got a text and an email from AT&T letting me know how damn special I am to them. So special in fact they are giving me FREE calling anywhere in the united states! No extra charge! No minutes to count!

Of course they are. I have so many roll over minutes at this point it would likely cover me for the rest of my life. Nice gesture, AT&T but I see what your pulling. Can’t fool me!

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Cat Calls and Pocket Pool


I wasn’t going to write about this. Mainly because my mother-in-law reads my blog. But because two of these types of “incidents” happened within the last week, I feel compelled to share.

I ride a sccoter. Sometimes I ride it in a skirt (conservatively tucked under my thighs so as not to flash anyone), and sometimes I also ride it in heels. I think it’s pretty sexy, and so do gross old men.

I was at a stop light last week when a car driven by a man in his late fifties pulled up to my left in the turn lane. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him look in my direction then look away, look in my direction and then look away. Big deal. He’s either looking at the specials on the Arby’s marquee or checking me out. Then I notice a more, um, rapid movement. So I look over at him. He’s masturbating. Masturbating! His junk was in full view! When I looked at him he just stared straight ahead, and didn’t stop working on his lower half for even a second. The light turned green and he took off…still at it. My jaw was on the pavement. The whole. Ride. Home.

Then yesterday I am again, at a stoplight. This time I am on my way to school and so there is no skirt/heel action going on. I hear, “can you hear me!?” and look to my right to see a somewhat toothless, older gentleman with his long scraggly gray hair tied in a pony tail driving a beat up Taurus.

Me: (annoyed) Yes?
Scraggly: (with a cute, toothless, old man smile) That’s so cute!
Me: (softening) Thanks!
Scraggly: Can I ask you a, silly question?

At this point I nearly blurt out, “eleven hundred” cause most people ask me what I paid for my scoot.

Scraggly: (in a what he must think is a super sexy tone but it is coming across as more of a sketchy ice cream van voice): Does it run on…es-tro-gen?
Me: (crinkling my nose) No, gas.

I don’t even get it. What does he mean “does it run on estrogen”? Estrogen is what I run on when you piss me off. Like, if he had said, “does it run on sex-y”, I’d get it, haha, whatever. But estrogen?

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Honey, I Think They’re Gay


The following conversation happened last night about 7 PM:

Jim (as he’s walking in from weeding the front lawn): So I don’t want you to get your hopes up…
Me: Uh huh…
Jim: But I think the guys who bought the house across the street are gay.
Me: Really!?!? HOW DO YOU KNOW? What are they wearing?
Jim: You can just tell (looks past me out the window) See, look how they’re standing.
Me: (hops off the couch and peers through the front door window) OMG! I’m going over there!
Jim: Your crazy.

I pretended to check the mail and then half shouted at them, “DID YOU GUYS JUST BUY THIS HOUSE?” They turned around and I nearly fainted. Two, gorgeous, young, gay men.

“I did” the taller one said. “I won’t let him move in with me until he accepts my marriage proposal.” OMG, cute, young and hilarious!

He then of course gave me a tour, told me what he plans on doing to the place (hello property value surge!) and told me I made his night be coming over.

This adorable man puts our gay house count at 3 for our block! I feel like I am back in Hillcrest…