Thursday, May 29, 2008

Grant's trip to Philly

So there I was, on the train platform at Market East Station waiting for the 5:10 back to Norristown. A certain obviously metro dude was talking to an acquaintance of his (cell phone) in a manner I wouldn't use, but hey, I'm not a big city feller. After his conversation we start talking and when the train shows up, he asks if I want to sit with him. Yep, he's gay. Gay, gay, gay. We chit chat for a few minutes and out of the blue he asks me if I want to go to a Duran Duran concert at the Mann Center. You all know I love gay music, thanks for that Val, so I call Laila and beg out of swimming that night. We get off in East Falls and go to his pad to get some stuff and while there, I peruse "Out" magazine's list of 10 hottest male models. Cute. Then we run down to the corner liquor store, he gets a 20 oz. of Crown Royal and off we go to the Mann. Once we get in, he introduces me to all of his peeps and about 30 minutes later is crazy drunk. We go sit down in our box seat and he gets up to go to the bathroom and doesn't come back. So I got to see Duran Duran's Red Carpet Masacre Concert and the Mann Center for free!!! It was awesome, and not too gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

13 comments:

AmShaZam said...

"not too gay"? "not that there's anything wrong with that"? Methinks thou dost protest too much.

Cindy said...

Uh, Grant--at any point did you tell him that you were straight, and married with children??? ;)

Val, just Val said...

Don't blame it on me. Good music is good music. Kate and I were at Home Depot yesterday looking for a replacement outdoor faucet. The HD Associate triggered my finely tuned gaydar off the charts. I asked him where the outdoor faucets were. He looked confused. As soon as I said "you know, a Sill-Male Chicken" (use your brain folks, edited for the youth), I felt really strange....

abstowe said...

Am I the only one without enough brains left to figure this one out? Or am I still a youth?
I am just having trouble figuring out what chickens have to do with water faucets......

Cindy said...

Nah..I'm right there with you Andra!

Jeannie said...

Don't feel bad...he had to explain it to me.

Val, just Val said...

When roosters fight it is this type of fight...

Jeremy and Maria said...

i got it but had no idea thats what it was called.

abstowe said...

Wow - I had no idea it was called that either! I can imagine why you were a bit uncomfortable saying that around the suspiciously gay employee!!!
He probably thought you were trying to pick him up!
I want to know why all electrical and plumbing related items are all male/female named. Our electrician even called the decorative knob on the end of our light fixtures that attach to the ceiling a nipple. Of course, I totally get that one since all of these new fangled light fixtures do, indeed, look like female upper anatomy......

somestratt said...

Unfortunately Grant forgot to mention the part about his 2:00 am "cab" ride in the crazy black lady's normal car. Even though it was only a 10 minute drive, what, didn't it take like an hour? It was great having you here Grant!

AmShaZam said...

yeah, Grant- I need to hear that part of the story!

Grant Watson said...

After waiting over an hour for the last train of the night, I got to Norristown Transit Center at 1AM. I was hoping for a taxi and man, I got it. There was a friendly enough black lady standing there and she says, "Do you need a taxi?" I said sure, if you are a taxi. We walked out to her Chevy whatever it was, no signs or meter and jumped inside. I told her, the springhill suites in Pleasant Meeting. What's that? It's a Marriot. Oh, there are two marriots in Connshahaken. There are, but neither one of them are the springhill suites in Pleasant Meeting. Just talk to me about where it is and I'll remember where it is.
And so the trip began. When we pulled up at the hotel an hour later, Madame Liota (call me now for your free reading) waxed strong with her mystic telling for another 30 minutes, telling me how I didn't treat my wife good enough and how I should take 500 dollars and take my wife out for a date. I guess if you're staying at the Springhill Suites you can afford a 500 dollar date. Anyway, it was the perfect ending to a vary queer day.

Cindy said...

Oh Grant! At lease you didn't have to worry about your ability to protect yourself from her, you being a strong (heterosexual) military man and all! So what did she end up charging you?