a not especially S&H related post

Snuggling with special_trille over at jamaicablue. Not as cozy as Dome, and also no magazines with quizzes for Trille to do, but the coffee is better.

Me - Grr. I asked for my latte without froth! Twice!
Waiter - Would you like me to take it back and bring you a new one?
Me (more friendly, mollified by professionalism) No, I'll just pout for a long time.
Admiring random strangers at next table - Good answer!
Me - Ack! Get away from me, freaks.

Short time later

Me - Must start saving now in order to go to America in two years.
Trille - I didn't know you wanted to go to America. You want to go to Canada.
Me - I don't want to go to America. I'm afraid of America. It's just I really should visit my sister.
Trille - Are you afraid of the American authorities, or terrorists?
Me - Er..the people.

pause

Trille - Because of the drive-by shootings and stuff?
Me - It's all 'Deliverance' rednecks and Jerry Springer and reality TV and serial killers and people who can't find America on a map and who think there've been three world wars.
Trille - Well so is Adelaide, particularly the serial killers.
Me - Ooh, we have serial killers here too. Plus we had our first shoot out between armed robbers and security guards the other day. I'm so proud.

pause

Me - Also, I don't want to go to Canada. It's cold in Canada.
Trille - Oh, wait, it's me that wants to go to Canada.


Later, we decide to 'window shop'. Within seconds have both chosen jackets to buy. Trille's looks and feels like a snuggly soft toy. I forsee much petting of the Trille. Meanwhile, I admire myself in the mirror.

Trille - Are you Starsky, or Hutch?

(She's learning, mostly by being talked at a lot, and being shown selected bits, as she cries pitifully if I suggest watching an entire episode).

I get home, share Trille's witticism with dragonfly8.

Dragonfly - Is it brown, with fur on the collar?
Me - Yes, yes it is.
Dragonfly - You're so butch, Starsky.


Trille also helped me impulse buy really tight black jeans as my current pair only stay up if I remember to wear a belt. Bloody stretch jeans, damn them for being so comfy. I promised to give them to cricketk after she stood up at our last party and demonstrated how she could take off her own stretch jeans without undoing the button. I mentioned that I could also do this new party trick and was challenged to prove it. Luckily for me I couldn't find them right then as I had completely forgotton that in addition to the usual slash gang, there was also cricketk's boyfriend present. Major embarrassment averted through pure luck rather than any kind of forethought on my part. Par for the course, really, except that sometimes the pure luck part doesn't happen.