Have you met my friend Murphy?
Had a great time on Friday night... met up with the lovely
buddleia at First Out and spent a few hours talking and laughing... there may have been some drinking involved. Oh, and
spintrian was supposed to come too but he's had his Venusian Death Flu, so...
I was a little creeped out at one point when I looked up and realised I was trapped in a corner with three hundred women in a tiny bar built for thirty and I would have to clamber over lesbians to get to the bar. For some reason when you get a heap of lesbians (I'm sure that's not the right collective noun, but hey...) in a bar, the room always goes terrifyingly electric with testosterone. More than with straight men, but then again how the hell would I know? I can't remember the last time I was in a bar with mostly stright men... the idea makes me queasy. Oh, lesbians are ok once they scope you're not a straight man with lesbian fetish hoping for a sandwich. Apparently they only bite if you ask really nicely, so it was fine... not actually scared, just a little out of my element-y. But buddleia is as wonderful as ever, she cracked me up- hello!- and we had a cool time.
Saturday was chilling out at home time, and today has mostly been packing. Trepidation... Tomorrow I get to do a little travel... although with Bahrain this involves travelling through space, and time, and culture shifts. Like Sliders, parallel universes. And of course I change too, get all stretched and plasticky, and become a distinctly different Mehran. Tandoori-flavoured Mehran, maybe. It's a seasonal special. Yeesh, I just hope I get to make this trip on my time-scale. I'm due back Monday next week. Time me? Something always goes wrong when I go home. The last two times it was death and funeral, I'm doing a family wedding this time so I really hope that covers the formal occasion angle.
And tempting fate, he said... It's only for a week! What could possibly happen in a week?
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I was a little creeped out at one point when I looked up and realised I was trapped in a corner with three hundred women in a tiny bar built for thirty and I would have to clamber over lesbians to get to the bar. For some reason when you get a heap of lesbians (I'm sure that's not the right collective noun, but hey...) in a bar, the room always goes terrifyingly electric with testosterone. More than with straight men, but then again how the hell would I know? I can't remember the last time I was in a bar with mostly stright men... the idea makes me queasy. Oh, lesbians are ok once they scope you're not a straight man with lesbian fetish hoping for a sandwich. Apparently they only bite if you ask really nicely, so it was fine... not actually scared, just a little out of my element-y. But buddleia is as wonderful as ever, she cracked me up- hello!- and we had a cool time.
Saturday was chilling out at home time, and today has mostly been packing. Trepidation... Tomorrow I get to do a little travel... although with Bahrain this involves travelling through space, and time, and culture shifts. Like Sliders, parallel universes. And of course I change too, get all stretched and plasticky, and become a distinctly different Mehran. Tandoori-flavoured Mehran, maybe. It's a seasonal special. Yeesh, I just hope I get to make this trip on my time-scale. I'm due back Monday next week. Time me? Something always goes wrong when I go home. The last two times it was death and funeral, I'm doing a family wedding this time so I really hope that covers the formal occasion angle.
And tempting fate, he said... It's only for a week! What could possibly happen in a week?
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I'm sure you're a lesbian trapped in a straight man's body.
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Oh, and the collective noun for lesbians is AN INCEST.
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Tell me you didn't really just say that. Have you no sense man?
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