well, while i’m sitting here not sleeping, let me tell you about my date this weekend. since i’m sure you’re all just dying to know.
we went to this ethiopian restaurant in seattle. we were supposed to go to this nice little pub in town that i chose, but he had another idea. which is fine. but here’s the thing about eating in ethiopian restaurants: i don’t care how fancy and done up they are, when you’re eating ethiopian cuisine, you feel like you should strip off your clothes until you’re in nothing but a loin cloth, pierce something somewhere on your body, spread some mud all over yourself, and go squat in the corner while you eat your gazelle.
i don’t care if that’s completely politically incorrect. it’s how i feel. but still. it was nice of him to want to do something daring and different, i guess.
so after dinner we went to see march of the penguins because i’m a nerd and i’ve been wanting to see it and he knows that and all i gotta say about that is, if more men were emperor penguins, there would be A LOT more satisified women walking around. at least for eight months out of the year anyway. very good documentary.
however, at this point i’m thinking we’re a walking pbs special: ethiopian food? documentary on the mating rituals of emperor penguins? is this a date or an episode of nova? don’t get me wrong, i was having a blast, but i was beginning to worry about my rep. (hahahaohgodiKILLME) if he pointed the car in the direction of a star wars con or a dungeons and dragons tournament then that was just going to be the living end. but he didn’t.
we ended up at the triple door in seattle instead where we shaked our money makers to some good music until i thought i was going to die. then, we went home and had quite a lot of sex.
haha! no. i’m kidding. it was a first date, silly. i don’t have sex on the first date. (plus, it was ethiopian food! click-click bloody-click pancakes.)
If you enjoyed this article, please consider sharing it!
10 Responses to the living end
Leave a Reply
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.
Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
After all that I should think you would have been too exhausted for quite a lot of sex.
that’s not a date movie! i heard ethiopian food is good but i couldn’t sit on the floor w/o thinking of a sally struthers commercial.
i thought ethiopians were starving,,, and no i see they have their own cuisine…hmmm. so the way they look on t.v. is they way they are “supposed” to look after eating their food…damn bible thumpers scamming money again..Here I thought their stomach were bloated from lack of food as opposed to being stuffed…maybe they should adopt chinese cuisine,,,,at least they would legitimately be hungry in an hour…
Oh, I remember,big buckets of boiled grain that look like a white yellow gooey substance, served up in big wooded bowls, no knife or fork, just ate it with you fingers right, is that what you had…yummy…
I wonder if it is the surplus that the government sold to welfare receipients and this part of the minority grant that Clinton was talking about when they they wanted minorities to open their own businesses…. and the menu…bowl of mush $14.99 six varieties….uuurrrppp!!!!!
Muahahahahaha
anji: i can always find the energy for sex.
danny: it’s a date movie to me!
william: don’t stand too close to me in vegas. i don’t want to get struck by the ENORMOUS thunderbolt of lightening god is surely going to throw your way. 9th layer, my man. i’m telling you.
Wimp!!!!
No Guts, No Glory…
i have guts! i just happen to like them inside of me, versus spread on the sidewalk outside the MGM Grand, tyvm sir.
Is it the “herd” of ethiopians that I should fear………Big Ethiopian Cooking Covention in town that same weekend? Seminars on 154 ways to make rice taste good, or, Grits or Hominy…what lasts longer in the belly of a starving f**k, that lays in the sun all day… Or is it the Bolt Of Lightning……..God doesn’t hang out in Sin City he’s still in Tahiti checkin’ out the babes on the beach…he don’t show until the middle of November…….i ain’t skeered….
Hey, just a side thought…Ethiopians, somehow,… find the “energy” they need to…seems to me they are overpopulated…still….guess there is something to the gruel we send them…eat’em and smile…
keep going. it’s not working. i’ve got the book right here. 14 days, buddy.
[...] is bra. why do i pay so much money for a bra that no one is going to see? except maybe the ethiopian restaurant guy and that’s only if he straightens up and flys right. it’s not looking g [...]