Strange Happenings

It must be the heat. Tarzan couldn't stand this heat. My people are a tropical people, but DAMN! ...

I got a call yesterday about my buddy JD getting a teaching job. For those of you who are not in the loop, JD has been working towards getting his Master's degree so that he can mold young minds. I don't know why I didn't think of that. An army of B$ disciples waiting to strike when I gave the signal! Sorry, got lost in La Revelucion again. So JD actually wants to help kids learn or some such non-sense. He would also like to coach basketball and I believe there may be a Junior Varsity coach interview in his near future. Some of the old guard from Toys R Us went to Jalepeno's for a nice dinner. JD was there with his lovely wife, the Divine Ms. M. Matt (JD's brother-in-law) was there with his lovely wife Kara and their newborn. I would tell you her name, but even her Auntie M. doesn't know it yet. Phil was with his girlfriend, Jennifer. Jen (may I call you Jen) just graduated from nursing school and is completely okay with caring for Phil in his soon to be Golden years. That left me and the other single guy, JC, to sit at the end of the table. We were practically shunned for our lack of coupling. That's okay, JC and I talked shop for a while and then we started a food fight with another table. After the food fight we did a dine and dash, leaving the Old Married Folks to pay our tab. Being single is cheap and fun! Now that you know what I did last night. Let me show you what I did last Wednesday night.

I'm sure there is more to it than this video, but my fun with Mary story will have to wait for another time. Oh by the way, since this came up like 8 times last night (those Damn Coupled Folks like to gossip):

Mary and I are just friends. I know she is truly, madly and deeply in love with me but I'm getting a little old for all the games. I'm a straight shooter with upper-management potential written all over me. I'm looking for a little lady that knows her place and gives me space. Mary is a bit headstrong for all that. And I'd hate to hold her back. Some of us aren't getting invited to Ivy league schools for presentations and sushi. I do have a Harvard pool table, but that's about as close as I'm going to get. Not to mention with my newly repaired achilles, she could probably kick my ass. That would save me about $300 a month, but I think if she got caught up in the moment and I misspoke the safe word (Brisby?); Daddy would be in serious trouble. I'm loving life the way things are, so I'll just go on trying to take care of me. If she wants to make me dinner again, however, I might reconsider the whole thing.