A few random thoughts.....
First off, Thank God the Republicans are on the job. I can't tell you how frightened I've been to fly the American Flag at the house. I'm always afraid liberals and freedom haters would firebomb Chez Vel-DuRay if I dared to do it.
Secondly, I've got a headache this morning. Mostly having to do with the hangover from a horrid Pentecostal Bartender (Yes, you read that right) at the Silver Cloud Inn on Capitol Hill. He fancies himself Tom Cruise in "Cocktail", and was holding forth about paternal rights versus abortion. You can imagine how charmed I was. I just wanted a god dam quesadilla.
Thirdly, while at that horrible bar where I got a hangover (from just one beer, remarkably enough - that's why I blame it on the bartender) I struck up a conversation with two married men who talked about their children, guns, Christian values, work, the business climate, and then - rather out-of-the-blue - propositioned me. Or at least I think it was a proposition. They told me they were going up to one of their rooms to "hang", and wanted to know if I would be interested in joining them, because they had some "rocking tequila". I guess I passed the butch test or something.
I declined, of course. But let this be a lesson to you wives out there: If your husband starts packing for a business trip and throws in a few compression T-Shirts and unfashionably short shorts (articles of clothing these men were wearing), you need to be getting yourself a PI.
Secondly, I've got a headache this morning. Mostly having to do with the hangover from a horrid Pentecostal Bartender (Yes, you read that right) at the Silver Cloud Inn on Capitol Hill. He fancies himself Tom Cruise in "Cocktail", and was holding forth about paternal rights versus abortion. You can imagine how charmed I was. I just wanted a god dam quesadilla.
Thirdly, while at that horrible bar where I got a hangover (from just one beer, remarkably enough - that's why I blame it on the bartender) I struck up a conversation with two married men who talked about their children, guns, Christian values, work, the business climate, and then - rather out-of-the-blue - propositioned me. Or at least I think it was a proposition. They told me they were going up to one of their rooms to "hang", and wanted to know if I would be interested in joining them, because they had some "rocking tequila". I guess I passed the butch test or something.
I declined, of course. But let this be a lesson to you wives out there: If your husband starts packing for a business trip and throws in a few compression T-Shirts and unfashionably short shorts (articles of clothing these men were wearing), you need to be getting yourself a PI.
2 Comments:
At 9:00 PM, daisymayrobin said…
Although I enjoyed your story and will heed your warning, one must ask: "What in the hell were you doing at a Silver Cloud Inn... Capitol Hill or otherwise??"
At 9:23 AM, Catalina Vel-DuRay said…
A valid question. I had been given a coupon for a free quesadilla (actully, just a free appetizer, but to me that means quesadilla) and I was up on the hill.
Plus, I like to keep a hand in, hospitality-wise. One never knows when one might have to stock up on office dresses and start planning parties again.
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