A conversation today between Will and I about celebrating my birthday last night:
"I'm a bit flabbergasted. He organized my birthday dinner out at Ariccia with everyone, bought me a cake, had them turn out the lights when they brought it in, surprised me with two lovely gifts and told our other friends who my favorite author is and how much I love reading. And he's taking me out of town for mini-holiday next week. He's spoiling me rotten."
"Honey, I don't know how to say this without being really horrible about it."
"Oh just say it. You're not going to offend me."
"Well honey, that's what boyfriends in normal relationships do. And he's obviously crazy about you."
"I am so fucked up, aren't I?"
"Just a bit, sweetie. I can't believe you were with that, that..."*purses lips*
"Shithead?" *grin*
"Yes. I can't believe you wasted so much time on him."
A sentiment with which I can well agree, but on the other hand, had things gone differently I might not have ever met Mon Amore né Ma Liason. Hence the reference to a tempid Gwyneth Paltrow flick in the title...
The promised updates shall arrive soon, cari amichi. No, really. Now that the hols are over (and yes, I count my birthday as a motherfuckin' holiday, yo) I plan to get this post backlog finished up and make good with my resolution of blogging more often.
I'm also trying to quit smoking, so my whacked out theory is that since I don't smoke in front of my computer, keeping my hands busy at the keyboard will help.
Will and Olive are also quitting smoking, so it's gonna be Bitch City 'round these here parts for a while... :D
Showing posts with label Shithead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shithead. Show all posts
11 January 2012
30 June 2011
On Flashing Red Lights
Chatting with Olive about a third person's relationship 1 brought up the phrase "That would be a big fucking flashing red light to me." Which reminded me of a night out in Ariccia 2 with some friends about a year ago.
Thanks to a discussion about how someone's cats would pet their fish, I found myself recounting the time the Shithead had bought two goldfish. For the cats to eat.
He had always gone on 3 about buying them either a couple of white mice or goldfish to eat, arguing that it was in their animal nature. I had always put my foot down, not only because ewww, cruel but also knowing how the cats played with their toys, I didn't really want to clean mousey blood spatter off the white walls of the flat.
Thanks to a discussion about how someone's cats would pet their fish, I found myself recounting the time the Shithead had bought two goldfish. For the cats to eat.
He had always gone on 3 about buying them either a couple of white mice or goldfish to eat, arguing that it was in their animal nature. I had always put my foot down, not only because ewww, cruel but also knowing how the cats played with their toys, I didn't really want to clean mousey blood spatter off the white walls of the flat.
24 March 2011
The Gecko
I have two tattoos; a ying-yang over my hip bone and a garland of flowers & Egyptian eyes as my tramp stamp.
My tramp stamp is a bit higher up that the norm since low rise jeans at the time were still way higher than those around currently, plus I wanted to be able to hide it for dance. Please also note that I was part of the first wave who made tramp stamps ubiquitous. 90's grunge flannel grrrls with unlaced Doc Marten's representing, yo.
While I should actually get them touched up, I've been leaning towards getting a third one instead.
My tramp stamp is a bit higher up that the norm since low rise jeans at the time were still way higher than those around currently, plus I wanted to be able to hide it for dance. Please also note that I was part of the first wave who made tramp stamps ubiquitous. 90's grunge flannel grrrls with unlaced Doc Marten's representing, yo.
While I should actually get them touched up, I've been leaning towards getting a third one instead.
12 February 2011
28 August 2008
Fidanzato Hotness #36988*
The Setup: A couple who are friends of mine leave their 1.5 yr old with us overnight, who's 110% cuteness personified. Travel cot next to our bed.
The Hotness: Using the night vision option on the video camera to see if she's sleeping ok.
*Yes, my Overly domesticated quotient just went up 50%.
The Hotness: Using the night vision option on the video camera to see if she's sleeping ok.
*Yes, my Overly domesticated quotient just went up 50%.
27 August 2008
Phrase #36987 That Totally Turns Me On
I've bagged the groceries according to where you store them so it's easier for you to put them away.
- The SO as he's unloading bags into our elevator
So. Hot.
OCD? Me? Nope.
Overly domesticated, maybe.
26 June 2008
Instead of watching Germany-Turkey....
...we went to the hip hop recital of a friend's daughter.
It turned out to be the singular most "OMG I would have been lynched if I did that when I taught dance" experience. Leading up to the climax, we have:
- Starting over a hour late, and ending at almost midnight as a result.
- The teachers inserting themselves into 3 of the major parts. Pity - two of the students were better than them.
- A faux tango scene & classical ballet interlude. The former was another exercise in teacher spotlight hogging & the latter just made me want to scream because the poor girl had obviously not had proper training, risking injury since she was en pointe & probably shouldn't have been.
- The main teacher taking half an hour to bask in the spotlight at curtain call, thanking everybody, handing out flowers to the students and generally blabbing on and on and on and on...
The climax: Drumroll please...
The no older than 10 yo protagonist, who was promising, doing her solo to Kia's "My Neck, My Back".
Which if you don't know, features the lyrics "Lick my pussy & my crack".
You can argue that probably 99% of the audience (and probably the teachers) don't speak English or not well enough to be familiar with hip hop gutter slang, but...Holy Crap. I've still got the OMG face going on.
It turned out to be the singular most "OMG I would have been lynched if I did that when I taught dance" experience. Leading up to the climax, we have:
- Starting over a hour late, and ending at almost midnight as a result.
- The teachers inserting themselves into 3 of the major parts. Pity - two of the students were better than them.
- A faux tango scene & classical ballet interlude. The former was another exercise in teacher spotlight hogging & the latter just made me want to scream because the poor girl had obviously not had proper training, risking injury since she was en pointe & probably shouldn't have been.
- The main teacher taking half an hour to bask in the spotlight at curtain call, thanking everybody, handing out flowers to the students and generally blabbing on and on and on and on...
The climax: Drumroll please...
The no older than 10 yo protagonist, who was promising, doing her solo to Kia's "My Neck, My Back".
Which if you don't know, features the lyrics "Lick my pussy & my crack".
You can argue that probably 99% of the audience (and probably the teachers) don't speak English or not well enough to be familiar with hip hop gutter slang, but...Holy Crap. I've still got the OMG face going on.
14 July 2007
Kitchen Geek
One of the coolest things my mom ever did was make a family cookbook for her daughters. She printed up or scanned the handwritten index card of favorite family recipes, put a photo of the relative above the recipe, and slapped 'em into a type of photo album-cum-binder with plastic covered pages.
And today, prompted by a metafilter post about various foodstuffs, I've got another 20 bookmarks of recipes I'd like to try out. Which prompted me to search for recipe management software as the recipe folder of my bookmarks is getting unwieldy.
Recipe software recommendation have been requested numerous times on ask.metafilter. Problem is, I don't want to download and assload of free-trials to see if they that special feature I'm looking for:
Conversion between American & metric measurements.
Every time I'm cooking from a recipe, I have to hit GourmetSleuth and 'translate' each ingredient and temperature. Pain. in. the. ass. Sometimes I can 'eyeball' it, but I only do that when making stuff I know by heart, like Grandma's ragu. Anything involving baking or dough from scratch, I need measurements.
A bonus feature for this dream software would pull info from the Cooks Thesaurus - because buttermilk & cheddar cheese can be neigh impossible to find here.
So, for all five of you who still read this blog, know of any decent recipe software?
I'm not really limited to a specific OS, as I have Linux & WinXP, while the Fiancee's laptop is a Mac. But I would like to avoid the latter as I don't want to have to steal his laptop every time I want to stick in or look up a recipe.
And today, prompted by a metafilter post about various foodstuffs, I've got another 20 bookmarks of recipes I'd like to try out. Which prompted me to search for recipe management software as the recipe folder of my bookmarks is getting unwieldy.
Recipe software recommendation have been requested numerous times on ask.metafilter. Problem is, I don't want to download and assload of free-trials to see if they that special feature I'm looking for:
Conversion between American & metric measurements.
Every time I'm cooking from a recipe, I have to hit GourmetSleuth and 'translate' each ingredient and temperature. Pain. in. the. ass. Sometimes I can 'eyeball' it, but I only do that when making stuff I know by heart, like Grandma's ragu. Anything involving baking or dough from scratch, I need measurements.
A bonus feature for this dream software would pull info from the Cooks Thesaurus - because buttermilk & cheddar cheese can be neigh impossible to find here.
So, for all five of you who still read this blog, know of any decent recipe software?
I'm not really limited to a specific OS, as I have Linux & WinXP, while the Fiancee's laptop is a Mac. But I would like to avoid the latter as I don't want to have to steal his laptop every time I want to stick in or look up a recipe.
19 March 2007
Waiting for an update?
So per usual, am rather busy. In addition to the usual stuff, though, I moving into some uncharted territory as well.
Yo, I'm engaged.
There was no big proposal, merely a discussion* initiated by him about desired particulars of one's dream wedding. And if I was being graded, I would have totally failed Girly Girl 101 as the only wedding-type thing I ever contemplated growing up was that I wanted to wear a tutu (complete with pointe shoes) as my wedding dress. Obviously this was from the Bunhead Years, and just seems rather idiotic now.
So discussion was made, and I knew it was really official when the next day he told me The Lads wished us well.
Yo, I'm engaged.
There was no big proposal, merely a discussion* initiated by him about desired particulars of one's dream wedding. And if I was being graded, I would have totally failed Girly Girl 101 as the only wedding-type thing I ever contemplated growing up was that I wanted to wear a tutu (complete with pointe shoes) as my wedding dress. Obviously this was from the Bunhead Years, and just seems rather idiotic now.
So discussion was made, and I knew it was really official when the next day he told me The Lads wished us well.
11 December 2006
Yet Another Early Present for Me
This time it's an early x-mas pressie. Lazio beat Roma 3-0 last night.
Being the vindictive bitch that I am, and seeing as how the SO & I have been sparring on a few things lately, I took an unholy and gleefully sadistic pleasure in ungraceful gloating last night. The highlight was the BG putting an AS Roma Merda sticker on the SO's sacred jar of Nutella.
Immature and childish? Yes. Do I feel somewhat better? Slightly, which means that the urge to stick him repeatedly with sharp objects has been downgraded to an urge to tie his shoelaces together and say "Neener Neener" when he falls.
Being the vindictive bitch that I am, and seeing as how the SO & I have been sparring on a few things lately, I took an unholy and gleefully sadistic pleasure in ungraceful gloating last night. The highlight was the BG putting an AS Roma Merda sticker on the SO's sacred jar of Nutella.
Immature and childish? Yes. Do I feel somewhat better? Slightly, which means that the urge to stick him repeatedly with sharp objects has been downgraded to an urge to tie his shoelaces together and say "Neener Neener" when he falls.
07 September 2006
Bacco er mammone
Bacco is a big fat mama's boy. That is the only explanation I have at my disposal to explain this...this...
...this sucking.
He sucks on my cotton shirts constantly. And as 90% of my upper wardrobe is cotton t-shirts, I've got kitty saliva wet spots on my shirt in at least three places at any given time. I'm wondering if they make kitty pacifiers.
It's only me he actively seeks to suck on; the SO only gets the sucking treatment when he's wearing his bathrobe. We actually used the sucking to get him to fall asleep the other night when he was showing no sign of tiring at the "Bite Our Feet Through the Covers" game.
I try to keep him from sucking on the obvious targets - methinks SO's getting a wee bit jealous as Bacco's constantly sucking the proverbial cotton teet every night. The routine is something along the lines of
*SLURP*SLURP*SLURP*SLURP*
*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
*SLURP*SLURP*
*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
*SLURP*SLURP*SLURP*SLURP*
*ZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
etc etc etc.
When he grows tired of the taste of cotton he wanders off and falls asleep in his own little corner. And so he mewls for three things only: food, play time, and sucking time.
There is so no doubt about Bacco's nationality.
...this sucking.
He sucks on my cotton shirts constantly. And as 90% of my upper wardrobe is cotton t-shirts, I've got kitty saliva wet spots on my shirt in at least three places at any given time. I'm wondering if they make kitty pacifiers.
It's only me he actively seeks to suck on; the SO only gets the sucking treatment when he's wearing his bathrobe. We actually used the sucking to get him to fall asleep the other night when he was showing no sign of tiring at the "Bite Our Feet Through the Covers" game.
I try to keep him from sucking on the obvious targets - methinks SO's getting a wee bit jealous as Bacco's constantly sucking the proverbial cotton teet every night. The routine is something along the lines of
*SLURP*SLURP*SLURP*SLURP*
*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
*SLURP*SLURP*
*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
*SLURP*SLURP*SLURP*SLURP*
*ZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
etc etc etc.
When he grows tired of the taste of cotton he wanders off and falls asleep in his own little corner. And so he mewls for three things only: food, play time, and sucking time.
There is so no doubt about Bacco's nationality.
06 September 2006
Footie Fans I Live With
At the flat the BG & I have taken*, we have a veritable smorgasbord of nationalities and tifosi. To wit:
Then we have the Peeps Who Can Be Found at Chez Moi Come Gametime:
arm'sdick length...
- Moi Lolita - Americana who roots for the Azzurri, Juve, anti-Milan, anti-Roma. I hate Roma, but I hate Milan more.
- The BG - East European laziale. Growing up in a formerly communist regime tends to make one's politics lean rightwards...
- the Leech - Quebecois laziale who roots for France. As far as I'm concerned, he's only Laziale because he's dating the BG. Can't prove it though.
- The Leech's Best Friend - Again, Quebecois. doesn't much care for footie, but wasn't happy that France lost the WC. HA HA!
- LBF's Girlie - American, also doesn't follow much footie. Will root for USA & the Azzurri though.
- New Aussie Guy - dunno much about his footie preferences as he's usually out shagging some chick from work
- The Sisters - also east European, interisti
Then we have the Peeps Who Can Be Found at Chez Moi Come Gametime:
- The SO - Half Italian, half North African, full on romanista and obviously Azzurri supporter. Hates the French
- Mr. Almost Perfect - Italian, juventino
- Miss Tiny - Italian, romanista
- Marco Bevecomeunaspugna - Italian, romanista (actually 90% of SO's friends are romanisti so we'll just skip on to listing the only friend of his that's not...)
- Luca Fumacomeunturco - Italian, juventino
04 September 2006
#3064 - Amore, I Can't Believe You Just Said That
"Let's have baby so Bacco has someone to play with."
...
Curly put it best during my recent trip to Berlin:
"SO says some incredibly stupid things sometimes."
...
Curly put it best during my recent trip to Berlin:
"SO says some incredibly stupid things sometimes."
14 August 2006
Two Sides to Every Coin
HATE:
The SO's & my trip back to his familial home was less than my idea of a perfect vacation, stemming from one of the things I absolutely hate about him:
His ex's.
We've previously established that I will not be one of those girlfriends that insist on all past ties cut and no female friends whatsoever, despite the fact that I am fanatically jealous. In return, I expect not to be regaled with either stories about them nor spend time in their presence, unless he wishes to witness my metamorphosis into a hysterical psychotic bitch.
In the country where the familial home is, the cultural norm is to visit someone whenever the whim strikes. As the SO had loaned some money to the brother of Girl He Lost His Virginity to and Shagged for Old Times Sakes Just Over 2 Years Ago, I was fully expecting that he would see her to pick up monies owed.
I was not expecting to have to endure her presence, in front of his family & Marco Bevecomeunaspugna (who came with us), especially without warning.
Twice.
The first night she popped over I managed well enough until bedtime, at which point I gave him the Look. the Look is the one well known to males everywhere - it's the one that says "Oh, buddy did you ever fuck up and I'm thisclose to chopping our balls off now."
He just added fuel to the flame by being a prick and saying "Fine, I'll sleep in the other room tonight." Subtext: you're being an unreasonable bitch.
The SO's & my trip back to his familial home was less than my idea of a perfect vacation, stemming from one of the things I absolutely hate about him:
His ex's.
We've previously established that I will not be one of those girlfriends that insist on all past ties cut and no female friends whatsoever, despite the fact that I am fanatically jealous. In return, I expect not to be regaled with either stories about them nor spend time in their presence, unless he wishes to witness my metamorphosis into a hysterical psychotic bitch.
In the country where the familial home is, the cultural norm is to visit someone whenever the whim strikes. As the SO had loaned some money to the brother of Girl He Lost His Virginity to and Shagged for Old Times Sakes Just Over 2 Years Ago, I was fully expecting that he would see her to pick up monies owed.
I was not expecting to have to endure her presence, in front of his family & Marco Bevecomeunaspugna (who came with us), especially without warning.
Twice.
The first night she popped over I managed well enough until bedtime, at which point I gave him the Look. the Look is the one well known to males everywhere - it's the one that says "Oh, buddy did you ever fuck up and I'm thisclose to chopping our balls off now."
He just added fuel to the flame by being a prick and saying "Fine, I'll sleep in the other room tonight." Subtext: you're being an unreasonable bitch.
17 July 2006
What I Did this Weekend
- went to the SO's cousin's wedding on Saturday, which involved:
- meeting a zillion different people, all while being introduced as "SO's future wife" courtesy of the cousin
- me getting flustered at the above and mistakenly correcting said introduction with fidanzata instead of ragazza
- an 8 course meal to die for and all the alcohol one's liver could handle
- the SO's youngest sister trying to get the bride to chuck the bouquet at my head (no bouquet throwing was done though, as the thing, though gorgeous, weighed a ton.)
- my hormones going into overdrive due to the SO's new suit. PHWOAR. *fans self just thinking about it*
- *fans self some more*
- *fans self even mo...aw, fuck it. [COMMERCIAL BREAK GOES HERE]
- the SO totally ambushing me by slow dancing to Sinatra. And singing loudly off key while doing it. And with a total semi. In that suit. Nobody else was dancing at that point in time. My face was fire engine red and speaking of fire engines, well, one with the hose pointed at my pink bits would have been handy at that point.
- [YET ANOTHER COMMERCIAL BREAK]
- the SO & I broke his bed yesterday afternoon. this is not related to Saturday's events. Swear to Dog.
10 June 2006
You Men and Your Fucking Selective Memories
Normally I'm not one to jump on the "Females are from Venus and Men are from another Galaxy Entirely" bandwagon, but I'll make an exception in this case.
SO is going to be an uncle again. And the BG's niece came over the other day with her 2 month old girl.
Cue the SO's atomic biological clock and much ribbing from the BG & flatmates.
So lying in bed the morning after Pavlov's atomic biological clock, SO once again pronounces that he wants a kid in around two years. It's in the AM and therefore my level of tact is automatically set to Zero.
The last comment is him pushing my buttons. Fucker. But he honestly didn't immediately remember the conversation. Silly me. Here I was thinking that on the subjects of Desires One Wants Out of Life, one would remember serious conversations with one's SO. Most especially when you are not the one who has to be In Gestation for Nine Fucking Months and will most likely end up with saggy tits and an ass the size of Bermuda.
Apparently not.
Apparently it's more along the line of 'Ooga Ooga, Me Want' and serious discussion form the 2nd party involved goes flying over one's pointy little noggin. Then you see something shiny and forget for a while until something triggers the 'Ooga Ooga Me Want' all over again.
Let me tell you what you can do with the Ooga Ooga, buddy...
SO is going to be an uncle again. And the BG's niece came over the other day with her 2 month old girl.
Cue the SO's atomic biological clock and much ribbing from the BG & flatmates.
So lying in bed the morning after Pavlov's atomic biological clock, SO once again pronounces that he wants a kid in around two years. It's in the AM and therefore my level of tact is automatically set to Zero.
We've had the Sproglings Discussion before.
We did? When?
At the Chinese restaurant.
...
We talked about marriage *and* kids.
Oh yeah. You want to be married before having kids.
*I resist the urge to use his head as an imaginary bell and say "DING DING DING! We have a winner folks!"*
What about having kids and then getting married? Like when we're 50?
The last comment is him pushing my buttons. Fucker. But he honestly didn't immediately remember the conversation. Silly me. Here I was thinking that on the subjects of Desires One Wants Out of Life, one would remember serious conversations with one's SO. Most especially when you are not the one who has to be In Gestation for Nine Fucking Months and will most likely end up with saggy tits and an ass the size of Bermuda.
Apparently not.
Apparently it's more along the line of 'Ooga Ooga, Me Want' and serious discussion form the 2nd party involved goes flying over one's pointy little noggin. Then you see something shiny and forget for a while until something triggers the 'Ooga Ooga Me Want' all over again.
Let me tell you what you can do with the Ooga Ooga, buddy...
25 April 2006
This Clucky Shit Would Work a Lot Better If He Had a Uterus
Grand Award Winner for the "Did You Really Say That Just Now?!" Out of Left Field comment of the year:
Tone of voice: like a little boy asks their mother for a puppy
Setting: while we're playing on the PS2 a game where ramming the shit out of the other cars is the object of the game.
Ensuing Discussion: I sidestepped the question with a well placed
"Oh dear christ. Little versions of you and me?"
"If it's a boy we can name it Thomas. And then his nicknamed will be Tim."
"No honey, Tom is short for Thomas, Tim is short for Timothy. Why do you want Tim as a nickname?"
"*im, *im, and Tim"
"No fucking way."
"...yeah, you're right."
So at least we've agreed the more Rhyming Names are absolutely out of the question.
Yes, our names rhyme. Yes, it's cute enough to induce vomiting. Ironically his parents still can't remember my name at times.
Amo, facciamo una famiglia?
Tone of voice: like a little boy asks their mother for a puppy
Setting: while we're playing on the PS2 a game where ramming the shit out of the other cars is the object of the game.
Ensuing Discussion: I sidestepped the question with a well placed
"Oh dear christ. Little versions of you and me?"
"If it's a boy we can name it Thomas. And then his nicknamed will be Tim."
"No honey, Tom is short for Thomas, Tim is short for Timothy. Why do you want Tim as a nickname?"
"*im, *im, and Tim"
"No fucking way."
"...yeah, you're right."
So at least we've agreed the more Rhyming Names are absolutely out of the question.
Yes, our names rhyme. Yes, it's cute enough to induce vomiting. Ironically his parents still can't remember my name at times.
06 April 2006
My new Boss is a Total Bitch and Other Snippets from the Front
The two of you that actually read Favoloso Mondo might be wondering about the latest news in this galaxy of slack that is this blog. So as I'm totally slacking today, here's a helping of quickies of news since erm, December. (Slack slack slack. Or not...)
So we've established that the Henchwoman was visiting in November. Three weeks later the majority of SO's family came to visit; his older brother for a week, and his youngest sister and father for around a month. There were times I was really thankful that I don't understand [insert language that isn't Italian or English here], namely during family arguments, and other times were I would rapidly stop wondering if they were talking about me and instead would be bored off my Keister.
We've also established that his Dad's a wee perv. There were a few times when his family slept at my place as we would have dinners there (being bigger). He perved on all of my flatmates. Subtly, but it was definitely perving.
We had to warn the girls that SO's dad was prone to nightly bathroom excursions that didn't involve A) locking the door (as he's not a generally well man and thus keeps unlocked doors for safety reasons) and B)turning on the lights. So there was a distinct possibility of my flatmates walking in on an elderly pissing perv.
So we've established that the Henchwoman was visiting in November. Three weeks later the majority of SO's family came to visit; his older brother for a week, and his youngest sister and father for around a month. There were times I was really thankful that I don't understand [insert language that isn't Italian or English here], namely during family arguments, and other times were I would rapidly stop wondering if they were talking about me and instead would be bored off my Keister.
We've also established that his Dad's a wee perv. There were a few times when his family slept at my place as we would have dinners there (being bigger). He perved on all of my flatmates. Subtly, but it was definitely perving.
We had to warn the girls that SO's dad was prone to nightly bathroom excursions that didn't involve A) locking the door (as he's not a generally well man and thus keeps unlocked doors for safety reasons) and B)turning on the lights. So there was a distinct possibility of my flatmates walking in on an elderly pissing perv.
24 December 2005
I promise...
...to update soon. Suffice to say with around 75% of the SO's family here for the hols, trying to start a new business on the downlow while refraining from homicide at my current place of work, and various other crapola, I've been a bit busy.
But I have a lot of material for said eventual updates. Just the SO's family alone should be good for a month's worth.
Tanti auguri a te e tuoi!
But I have a lot of material for said eventual updates. Just the SO's family alone should be good for a month's worth.
Tanti auguri a te e tuoi!
14 November 2005
Currently Contemplating...
...that Thanksgiving in Rome this year ain't an option as everyone is paranoid about the avian flu thing. To which I say Chickenshits
...that I need to buy SO a birthday present still but am not in the mood as I have no idea what to get him and he sort of fucked me off this weekend.
See, SO & a friend of his (we'll call him Paddy the Hottie) had planned to visit another friend of theirs, Nice Austrian Boy, as a type of boys weekend party for SO's birthday. SO was then planning to go to Switzerland to visit his brother.
SO asked if I wanted to come along, to which I replied that I wasn't sure if A) I had the money & B) could get the time off. Then SO clarified - I could come to Switzerland, but not Austria.
Boys weekend - no problem. I understand I'm not invited. No big deal.
SO decided to just do Austria & put off Switzerland until January, when I would have a little more free time. But then I found Paddy the Hottie's girlfriend Ms. Piccolina was going too. And Marco Bevecomeunaspugna.
Still not invited. Still not pissed off. (Apparently Paddy couldn't bring himself to tell her it was a boys weekend. Or maybe it never was. Either way, I don't care.)
Despite saying that he wanted a quiet night before he left at the asscrack of dawn Friday morning, Thursday night saw us over at Ms. Picolina's for dinner. She was surprised to find out I wasn't coming on the trip and when she inquired why, SO replied:
...that I need to buy SO a birthday present still but am not in the mood as I have no idea what to get him and he sort of fucked me off this weekend.
See, SO & a friend of his (we'll call him Paddy the Hottie) had planned to visit another friend of theirs, Nice Austrian Boy, as a type of boys weekend party for SO's birthday. SO was then planning to go to Switzerland to visit his brother.
SO asked if I wanted to come along, to which I replied that I wasn't sure if A) I had the money & B) could get the time off. Then SO clarified - I could come to Switzerland, but not Austria.
Boys weekend - no problem. I understand I'm not invited. No big deal.
SO decided to just do Austria & put off Switzerland until January, when I would have a little more free time. But then I found Paddy the Hottie's girlfriend Ms. Piccolina was going too. And Marco Bevecomeunaspugna.
Still not invited. Still not pissed off. (Apparently Paddy couldn't bring himself to tell her it was a boys weekend. Or maybe it never was. Either way, I don't care.)
Despite saying that he wanted a quiet night before he left at the asscrack of dawn Friday morning, Thursday night saw us over at Ms. Picolina's for dinner. She was surprised to find out I wasn't coming on the trip and when she inquired why, SO replied:
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