it ain’t easy being cheesy (a flashback)

so, i spent the evening working the concrete blonde show with junior. remember that guy, with the eyeliner, and the sweeping hair with the bangs, and the docs that went up to his knees with the baggy black pants tucked into them and the bauhaus shirt to tie it all together (although it was literally tied together with a spiked belt)? well, he’s still around, and his wardrobe has changed absolutely zero since the kiss me, kiss me, kiss me tour the cure did in 1987. and i know this because i sold him a ticket to concrete blonde tonight for $26.50 at the door. and he BLENDED with the crowd. easily. not so at the nelly furtado show across town…

so, i had to run some paperwork to nate that he couldn’t acquire off of his system (long story), and junior and i were gonna hit katz’s for late night desert after the show (the stubb’s folk hooked us up with free bar-b-que), and we hit the nelly crowd as they leave. good fucking lord. i have not seen that many gorgeous women in such a high concentration in a LOOOOOOONG time. you know what you need at a show like that?

a girlfriend.
a HOT girlfriend.
a hot, BISEXUAL girlfriend.

the kind that is all down with another woman being in YOUR bed as long as she gets a piece of the action, too. the kind you can take to a show like that (or a strip club, for that matter) and treat her like a child who brought home a report card that was all A’s….

“hon, you go out there and find us a little something to take home and play with…..”

and away she goes. mmmm…nice. but i’ve gotten WAY off the subject here…was a nice trip though, wasn’t it? back to the cheese.

so this one time, after a hockey game, i got a group together to go to chili’s. why? because i was feeling social? no. because i wanted to go to chili’s for some baby back ribs and hate to eat alone? no. it was because i was feelin’ kinda down, was sick of the lectures i get for drinking alone, so i got a group to go with me, where two of them were too young to drink, and the other was junior, who DOESN’T drink. but at least i wasn’t alone, and junior treated his body that night worse than i treated mine. know what he had for dinner?

cheesecake. two big ‘ol slices. for the price of one. this was TOO smooth…

he ordered a slice, which they brought to him while the rest of us ate our salads. when they came back out to bring us our entrees (and me round numero tres of the el presidente margarita – mission accomplished), he said, “that cheesecake was OKAY, but i wasn’t really satisfied and think i should get another slice”. very seriously. very diplomatically. had ME fooled, but think about how much tequila i’d ingested.

then they brought him another piece. that’s like EIGHT pounds of cheese in one sitting. and he DID it. he ate the whole thing. then said he didn’t feel so good. no shit.

so, when i was in corpus, i tired a piece of FRIED cheesecake, thinking it could get no worse on the decadence level. until tonight.

new york cheesecake MILKSHAKES from katz’s. good god.

the thing comes with a warning not to operate heavy machinery under the influence of one of them. it’s an entire slice of cheesecake, two scoops of ice cream, milk, and chocolate sauce.