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Oct. 27th, 2006 02:02 amWent up north to Pinetop over the weekend to Garrett's cabin. We bought champagne and strawberries our first night there, but it totally wasn't like that. I think he wanted it to be, but just...no. We had a lot of fun, though. The weather was gorgeous and we took a drive up to the ski resort with the windows rolled down. There's not much snow to speak of yet, just a little patch here and there. All the trees were changing colors, and it made me realize what you miss, living in Phoenix. There's not much changing of seasons to speak of down here.
Anyway. We went out to dinner at the local steakhouse—best prime rib of my life. Charlie Clark's. If you're ever in the area, I recommend you go. We went out to this dive bar afterwards, which was a bit lame to start with, but the place warmed up as the night went on. They had a band playing, which initially freaked us out, but the band turned out to be incredible and we were sorry when they finished for the night. But by then, we'd both had a few drinks and there was enough to keep us busy. At one point, this random guy came over and informed me that his uncle, who'd been "away for a very, very long time," thought I was beautiful and insisted that I accept a business card with his contact info on it. The guy was affable enough, even if the situation was freaky. Turns out Uncle was just out of jail, fucked up, and approximately 50. Nice. Or should I say nece, since that's how Uncle decided to spell it on the back of his card. According to him, I am "fine and nece." God almighty.
The nephew escorted his uncle home around then, praise the lord, and I never had to address him directly.
Later on, I found myself talking to another older gentleman. However, this guy was from Chicago, was a sports fan, and actually had interest in discussing the Arizona Cardinals and their miserable running game. He was pretty much not-creepy for the duration of our chat. He did refer to me as his "ray of sunshine" at one point, but...eh. Can't have it all.
Garrett and I took two of the locals back to the cabin. People our age. They were fun and entertaining at the bar but not as much so once everyone started half passing out. The guy kept blabbing about his job in the construction field and the girl was basically asleep, as was I.
Good times.
Went out with G on Monday to the Suns game. I still don't know how to spell his name properly; it seemed like an awkward thing to ask, so I didn't. We had a really good time, even though the boys lost. I wasn't really concerned. I refrained from the whole "oh god oh god oh god please let them win" routine, because it's silly to waste that sort of energy in preseason. I'm saving that shit for June. Mid-to-late June, to be specific.
Can't quite tell where this thing with G might be going. He's of the "no car, still in school" variety, and honestly? I'm not sure that works for me. He lives in a different part of the city, and the idea of me always being responsible for all of the driving is unappealing. Blerg. But he's nice enough, and fairly interesting, and beautiful, so...we'll see.
I read the 2006-2007 NBA GM Survey earlier tonight and was vaguely miffed after doing so, until I went back and read the 2005-2006 NBA GM Survey and realized that the GMs know fuck-all.
( Couple of Boris pics, and one Boris/Shawn )
Anyway. We went out to dinner at the local steakhouse—best prime rib of my life. Charlie Clark's. If you're ever in the area, I recommend you go. We went out to this dive bar afterwards, which was a bit lame to start with, but the place warmed up as the night went on. They had a band playing, which initially freaked us out, but the band turned out to be incredible and we were sorry when they finished for the night. But by then, we'd both had a few drinks and there was enough to keep us busy. At one point, this random guy came over and informed me that his uncle, who'd been "away for a very, very long time," thought I was beautiful and insisted that I accept a business card with his contact info on it. The guy was affable enough, even if the situation was freaky. Turns out Uncle was just out of jail, fucked up, and approximately 50. Nice. Or should I say nece, since that's how Uncle decided to spell it on the back of his card. According to him, I am "fine and nece." God almighty.
The nephew escorted his uncle home around then, praise the lord, and I never had to address him directly.
Later on, I found myself talking to another older gentleman. However, this guy was from Chicago, was a sports fan, and actually had interest in discussing the Arizona Cardinals and their miserable running game. He was pretty much not-creepy for the duration of our chat. He did refer to me as his "ray of sunshine" at one point, but...eh. Can't have it all.
Garrett and I took two of the locals back to the cabin. People our age. They were fun and entertaining at the bar but not as much so once everyone started half passing out. The guy kept blabbing about his job in the construction field and the girl was basically asleep, as was I.
Good times.
Went out with G on Monday to the Suns game. I still don't know how to spell his name properly; it seemed like an awkward thing to ask, so I didn't. We had a really good time, even though the boys lost. I wasn't really concerned. I refrained from the whole "oh god oh god oh god please let them win" routine, because it's silly to waste that sort of energy in preseason. I'm saving that shit for June. Mid-to-late June, to be specific.
Can't quite tell where this thing with G might be going. He's of the "no car, still in school" variety, and honestly? I'm not sure that works for me. He lives in a different part of the city, and the idea of me always being responsible for all of the driving is unappealing. Blerg. But he's nice enough, and fairly interesting, and beautiful, so...we'll see.
I read the 2006-2007 NBA GM Survey earlier tonight and was vaguely miffed after doing so, until I went back and read the 2005-2006 NBA GM Survey and realized that the GMs know fuck-all.
( Couple of Boris pics, and one Boris/Shawn )
