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[pyat]

You know, I don't have lunch with someone every day. It just seems like it, if you read Livejournal. So, yeah, today I had lunch with nottheterritory. And anidada... sorta.

nottheterritory had received a message from God, shortly before our rendevouz, in the form of a Shirley Bassey cover of a song by Pink. He closed me in a manly embrace and raved to the heavens about a "Bassey-Shaped Hole" in his soul. Happily, this was Front Street, and that sort of thing does not attract attention.


We took lunch at Paddington's Pump, where he continued his Bassey-ravings and also talked about Shakespearian innuendo and claimed the diner reminded him of a Wayne & Shuster set. The waitress came over to tell him he should be on the radio. We ate bacon, presented in widely differing delivery systems.

Then his wife anidada popped in and ate our pickles, before disappearing into the urban wilds of Front Street, in search of a burrito as big as her head.

Comments

[catsarah.livejournal.com]

You always get to have lunch with the cool kids! :)

[sassy-fae.livejournal.com]

Lunch envy!!! :D

[mrs-dm.livejournal.com]

He closed me in a manly embrace and raved to the heavens about a "Bassey-Shaped Hole" in his soul. Happily, this was Front Street, and that sort of thing does not attract attention.

Not to mention Church St.

[taluagel.livejournal.com]

[mar2nee.livejournal.com]

Were you as confused by the experience as I am?

[pyat.livejournal.com]

Nah, when you know nottheterritory long enough, the chaos acquires a sort of emergent order.

[pyat.livejournal.com]

Yes, I have heard such wonders!

[pyat.livejournal.com]

I don't understand! Is there something about Church St. that makes it the sort of place that you would expect to see two men hugging and talking enthusiastically about Shirley Bassey?

*blinks innocently*

[pyat.livejournal.com]

And when you come in to buy your honey at the market, you can too!

[pyat.livejournal.com]

Afterwards, we had pony rides and candy!

[anidada.livejournal.com]

Humanity is doomed.

[renface.livejournal.com]

He resembles the fellow I call "my favorite customer" at work. I don't know his name, but he's a 38-year old former bartender who wishes he would've been a Jedi instead of an office monkey. (Hello, run on sentence, how are you today?)