oh, my bad
Excerpt from an email I just received this morning …
From: “Trevor The College Friend”
To: freesia’s email
Subject: Big fat hairy wanker, eh?
Date: Tue, 01 Apr 2003 17:35:00 -0800
Ahem.
“On an unrelated note, I went to The Irish Emigrant last night to meet up with some college friends for PubQuiz. They, the big fat hairy wankers, did not show up.”
Well, if that’s how you feel…I mean, damn, you didn’t even mention in your blog about how I totally made your weekend on Sat. by talking to you, not to mention your failure to lick my ear!
Okay, he has a point. On Saturday, as Greg and Brooke and I were heading to the monsterloft, we walked by a crowded club and I heard someone shouting my name. (This does not happen nearly often enough.) I turned to look, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but a Trevor, whom I hadn’t seen in … three? four years? It was sweet, and for a brief shining moment I was totally speechless. (Y’all know how often that happens.)
Also, a long time ago I asked Pat The College Friend to lick Trevor’s ear for me, and he refused. He said I had to do it myself. Put under pressure, of course I forgot to do it - but I was ALL READY on Monday night. Oh well. There were plenty of drunk Irish Ears for me to lick instead.
And Pat? Well, sometimes he just doesn’t show. We still don’t know why. We suspect it has something to do with the farm animals he keeps in his basement, but we don’t ask. I think you can understand why.
This part is funny because it’s true.
No problem, baby - that is, if I ever see them. (I’m trying to guilt them into coming to hang out this weekend. We’ll see.)
No guilt needed — I’m pretty sure I can make it to STB.
You better be warming up that tongue for me…after all this buildup and waiting, it’s kind of got a lot to live up to.
I don’t know, man. What with that whole you-having-a-girlfriend thing, I don’t know that I’m allowed to really give you the goods. I don’t want any thugs coming up to me while I’m ice-skating and breaking my knees or anything. I like my knees.
wait, is this the trevor I know too? oh my goodness, too many worlds at once.
I don’t think so… I think you mean the older Trevor who got married a long time ago. Right? This is the Trevor who would have been in my class but left. (I think.)
As for Pat, I don’t know if you’d know him either. You’ll just have to come visit me and find out!
calm down lizzie
not your mundo, here
other ones
how many trevors are there in the world, now, really? but a relief to know this one’s not mine.
Pat and Trevor?
THE Pat and Trevor?
HOTT DAMN
you give those boys a lick for me