WARNING: This post is long, meaningless and will bring about no great epiphanies. But it’s Friday, I’m at work, I don’t want to be, I’m in a great mood and I have new toys to brag about. Plus, I’m wearing my recently purchased Wonder Woman T-shirt and I swear I can type faster while wearing it. (I’m also super strong and can fly with it on…hmmmm.)
Well, yesterday ended nothing like I expected, and I blame our friends who abandoned us and caused us to seek solace in destructive ways. Read on and have pity.
After my post about the flaws in my social life, I decided to take the bulls by the horn and try to pull together an impromptu movie and dinner night with friends. Unfortunately, it was last minute and most people did not get home in time to join us even if they wanted to, so there were no takers. While checking my e-mail for responses to my e-vite, I was also doing my daily account balancing and noticed we got our federal tax returns direct deposited. Woohoo!
Later, while Jeffrey and I sat at Applebees eating our Weight Watchers dinners and checking our e-mail (via cell phone) for any last minute joiners as well as ogling the adorable server with the spiked hair and goatee (so sue me: I have a thing for short/no hair and facial hair…woof!), we decided we had too much energy to sit through a movie for 3 hours, and wouldn’t be as fun with out a gang of guys to go with. (We did do drive by and check out the theatre lobby just in case anyone showed up last minute to meet us.)So, 2 gay men, lots of energy, no plans, and lots of money in the bank….whatever we’re we to do? Go shopping, of course! It’s like the Universe was practically forcing us to go.
We stopped at Target, where we started our shopping spree by purchasing tighty whities (I’ve been having the urge to don a pair lately…it’s been years since I wore anything other than colored boxer briefs) and some canvas box organizers for our bedroom.
Also, we made an impulse buy: Chris Daughtry’s Album “Daughtry.” You may or may not recognize his name. He was one of the 3 finalists on last season’s American Idol. He is breath-takingly gorgeous and has a voice that makes me quiver. We watched every week just to see him. (In fact, we Tivoed it and fast forwarded through everything but his screen time.) We were so devastated when he was voted off that we immediately stopped watching and swore off AI for life. (Honestly, we were never really fans; we just happened to notice him during auditions and fell instantly in love with him so had to watch the show to get our Chris-fix!) I will admit our purchase was based partially on lust, and we did not expect to like the CD, even though we love his voice, but we were SO WRONG!!!! This CD is awesome. I highly recommend it! Plus it comes with a little poster of Chris that fits nicely in your office cubicle. Well, it does in mine! Then we headed to Crossgates where we hit FYE so Jeffrey could get some ELO CDs.
While he was being helped by a cutey who also was a fan of ELO, I wandered over to the DVD section, where I was pleasantly shocked to discover FYE now has a GAY AND LESBIAN section. Well, they call it “Alternative Lifestyle” but it was a fairly decent selection of G/L DVDs. (Well, it was a t one time…looks like they were sold out of most of the movies they had place cards for.)
I picked up “Bulgarian Lovers”, which we first saw in P-Town at 11:00 at night with a bunch of men in a small dark theatre on the 3rd floor. The sexual tension was so thick I swear I expected an orgy was going to break out at any moment. Don’t know if viewing it at home with just the 2 of us in our jammies will have the same effect, but one can hope; “Guys & Balls”, a cute, relatively unknown film about a gay soccer player who gets booted off his team and forms a gay soccer team. There’s an adorable Bear threesome in the movie that, for us, steals the show and makes it worth owning; and “Metrosexuality”, a multi-part TV series that was not only fun to watch, but features the character that inspired my Mohawk; all for under $15.00 each. Then we headed off to the main event: the Apple Store, where we purchased….
wait for it….
you guessed it…..
….. our first iPods.
It’s an 80 GB Black piece of heaven. I can’t believe I ever lived without this. I could actually feel my quality of life improving as the young man rang us up.
I will say we had a small disappointment in the Apple Store experience this time around. We have always had great service, very friendly and knowledgeable employee help, and a great time in general. It’s like going to a secret club house where we all have a secret and share a bond of technological elitism. Each time we go, we notice the very attractive man with the shaved head and piercing eyes whom we’ve never had the pleasure of interacting with. Much to our excitement, he was there last night, staff was low and after mulling about on our own for a bit, we were finally approached by him to see if we needed help, and let me tell you: major disappointment. Not only was he less pleasant and helpful than all the other employees we’ve worked with (although by no means rude or inappropriate in anyway) he did not even come close to living up to out fantasies of what we thought he’d be like. Very dry personality, monotone voice and he didn’t suggest we go out for drinks, coffee or even dessert. He did not ask us questions to get to know us better and I don’t think he flirted or batted an eyelash even once. Didn’t even crack a smile. What a disappointment. Just goes to show that looks can get you only so far…if there’s no personality, you might as well be a poster hanging on my wall: pretty to look at, but completely 2 dimensional with no substance to warrant more than a passing glance as I walk by! So, we purchased our matching black iPods, with accompanying belt clip (which converts to an iPod stand), adapter cord for listening to them in the car and an adapter cord for connecting to our TV and stereo. So, finally, 3 hours from when we left the house, we returned to our reserved parking spot behind our building where we trudged from our car, through the dark and snow, to our apartment with our bags of swag.
Needless to say, we spent the evening loading music onto our iPods and testing our TV connection. (I will transfer some photos once I have some…ahem…filtered photo selections safe for public viewing y all.)
Although there were some problems with our internet connection (not related to the iPods in anyway, I’m just saying) it was an exciting evening and we got to bed WAY too late for our own good.
So here I am, the next morning, after happily prancing to work listening to Chris Daughtry woo me with every word and note, stuck in my cubicle, listening to my iPod shuffle-play through my 1700+ songs while I type away.
The way I see it, if even one friend had shown up last night, we would never have spent all this money and I’d be typing my (probably negative) review of the Ghost Rider movie now with nothing ringing in my ears other than the sound of my keyboard clacking away. So, you guys all owe me a night out and (X amount of) dollars for our consolation purchases. In return, I’ll let you watch my clip of “Guy Love” as performed by JD and Turk from the musical episode of “Scrubs” on my new iPod…and maybe you can come for that potentially risqué viewing of “Bulgarian Lover.”
Happy Friday all. I have decided this will be a lemon free day!