Tag Archives: Kincardine

Man or Metro-man

Man or Metro-man, originally uploaded by NiteMayr.

I dunno, this might be offensive to you; but I enjoy a bit of troublemaking when I’m out and about. Adria, Anita, Chris, Shawn, Alex and Rosie will tell you that I’m the friend that will draw on your metaphorical face when you’re sleeping. It’s all about the “naughty” japes, no hits. You know?

This guy (who I will call English MotherLover from now on) was at the Party after the Shirt Tail Parade on Sunday night; and we saw him sashaying around the party as we were getting our own boogie on. Eventually someone said to me, “what do you think gay, straight or metrosexual?” and gestured to English MotherLover here. We debated this one for a while, because he was really flexing the pink and was “way too good looking and comfortable” to be straight.

Faster than you could say, How Rude, I went over to get the 411 on the situation. He assured me that he was straighter than your ruler, I asked about the tattoo. Apparently he has his friend’s Mothers name on his arms. He said that his friend was going to kick his ass for it; but he didn’t care. (It was airbrushed on anyway)

It was way too loud for a long conversation about this whole deal; and so I asked for his picture and returned to dutifully report on the details. Not Really gay, but just English (I was a great deal more colorful here but why ruin a good story).

The point of this little narrative is to reinforce a couple of points, why be shy and why not know the answer for sure? We were wondering, we had all considered the facts, but were not close to an answer, for the most part when dude’s were playing the fey at the party they were obviously straight guys playing it for kicks, this dude looked like he might really be “the only gay at that part of the crowd” and we had debated it. The truth was WAY more interesting than holding onto our little theories. People are awesome and their stories are always better than your fiction, you know?

As with everyone else I snatched for a photo on Sunday, thanks for posing English MotherLover!

Some dreams I had Last Night

I must be getting “homesick” for working at Symantec and living in Eugene, because I had two fully-formed dreams about the States last night.  Fully formed, in this case refers to the fact that I was able to fall back into the dreams even after interruptions.

Dream One:  The Work Dream

I walk back into Symantec, which is suspiciously in the same field that where my elementary school is.  In fact, “work” is now a series of desks, like those at an elementary school.  I take my desk and advise everyone that I am back at Symantec until I find a new job, in order to continue pulling a paycheque.  People then start asking questions about why I am back and what I’m doing, so I start snapping at them and laughing “For someone so old, shouldn’t you be worried about how much time you have left?” and stupid crap like that.  I tell them that I don’t care about future employment with Symantec and the “boss” asks me to leave.  The “boss” was a former co-worker, and not a former supervisor.

I get up and write my name on the board and leave, taking my gym shoes with me.

Dream Two:  The Store

After finding a new home (a big house with neat rooms that hide when you press a button)  I venture out to find a new job.  I wander into the local Geek/Surplus/Comic store and proceed to convince the owner (Stu) that I need to buy the store from him for “all the money I have” which turns out to be 49 cents.

Stu sells me the store and I close up to take stock.  I find an exciting number of expensive curios and books, as well as a collection of comics that don’t exist.

I kept falling back into this dream and exploring the store, which I never left.

Hmm…

Hot Drink?

Hot Drink?

It was damned hot in Kincardine while we visited. I spent most days with a sopping wet head and a t-shirt to match. It was so hot that I chose not to try on a new shirt for a wedding… I didn’t want to ruin the shirt for someone else.

It was really nice holiday and while I was anxious to get back to my own house and bed, I’m not about to say that a two year wait until the next visit isn’t a long time.