queer and loathing

I am not really a stalker. Really.

Every once in a while I’ll do something that seems a lot more creepy than I mean it to be, like taking a picture of some guy sitting next to me talking to his girlfriend(?) at Clover Grill.

I worked a shift at Lafitte’s tonight and he came in around 3 am with his lady friend. I remarked to the bartenders that he was the cutest. man. ever. and of course, me being the mutant that I am, they totally didn’t see it. Anyway, he kept walking in and out of the bar for some reason, I think they were getting beer to drink with their Clover Grill burgers - cause I saw them walking in there as well.

So anyway, I got off of work around 6am and went to Clover for some dinner and what do you know… they were still there. Waiting for me, obviously. So anyway, I pretended like I was checking my voice mail and took this picture of him. Creepy, I know.

Hopefully, if you see this and are totally creeped out, you won’t like gay e-bash me or something. Or… if my dreams come true and you’re a homo too - e-mail me! :)

Plunger Story Part II

I didn’t mention in my story about the urinal that I went across the street to Gary’s house to get a longer plunger after I told them I wasn’t about to use the mini-plunger in the urinal. I didn’t mention it because a long handled plunger isn’t as funny and it had no bearing on the story.

Until now.

I walked into my new job yesterday, after getting thurs. and fri off and my coworker Liz says to me: “Vincent. Was I halucinating or on Sunday did you run really fast past Clover Grill with a plunger in your hand?”

Uhg. Way to start a new job.