Me and my big mouth.
What do Italians and Jews have in common? Some impressive sets of balls!
Pauddumppump.
That's right ladies and gentleman, I'm starring down the barrel of what is promised to be one hellofa game of Bachie Balls. After letting one crack about shuffle board run on and on with one of my Astroworld friends, the Italian. I find myself settling an argument about which culture played the game first (he's obviously Italian and I'm come from a Christian back ground that reflected Jewish traditions) , or which surface was better to play on, grass or sand ("you know what they say, where there's sand" - Robin Williams, bird cage) and can portoricans(sp?) and Hispanics and other people from various Latin communities actually enjoy such a game. One thing leads to another and this weekend's movie night - or one of the up coming movie nights will be appatized by a game of bachie.
Looking back on that sentence, I'm thinking maybe Robin Hood Men In Tights, wouldn't be such a bad movie to consider, that and the immortal Princess Bride, or even Arsenic and Old Lace.
I just don't know how I get myself into these things.
I have tomorrow off, which is good because I can get a jump start on cleaning DJ's house which is where I'll be for almost 2 weeks straight while he's in Norway. Hopefully R, will avoid the house so there can be more then just one movie night... yeah I'm party of a click now, kind of sort of, this isn't a powerful alliance, but that's alright, it's not power I'm interested in, but rather integrety and creativity. And moving on, tomorrow night I have plans to hit a west side coffee shop for some caffeine and jazz. My first chance to semi dress up since well forever and a day ago. I'm thinking pin Stripes.
On top of all of this I have developed a really stable crush on someone, who I'm steadily getting to know more and more, but despite everyone's mixed opinions I'm not going to act on it. Some people tell me to lay off and forget about it and others tell me to jump the poor guy because it's obvious to them at least that he wants me too, and since I lack confidence at the time being I'm just gonna sit back, lose the few pounds I gained, kick some ass a Bachie and see what happens from there on, on it's own. Yep the biggest question on my mind is if T and the Italian spend Halloween as Bat Man and Robin, do I want to be Black Canary, Huntress or Bat Girl since I'm sure A will be Cat Woman.... hey I may not have the best costume at the party, but if we all show up as a Batman cast? We might just win first place.
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