So Destiny and I went to Babs' house a couple of weeks ago, on invite, for din-din and some "Idol" watchin'. Although I love music, really crappy music from amateurs makes me sad and pestilent. Seriously, I said pestilent and that's what I mean!
Denver was there. He wears red cowboy boots with his dress slacks. A serious case of Mid-Life Crisis, Denver refers to his look as (and I swear to God that I'm not kidding): Tex in the City.
Not sure why Denver was invited, as Babs had told us the previous Thursday, that Denver oogled all the girls at the office, and that he thought he was a self-proclaimed "Chick Magnet". Groan. So Denver brought wine, which I can't ever turn down because it's tasty nectar.
This stuff was like pop-n-booze. You know: Soda-Pop mixed with Booze. A sparkling Australian Shiraz. Not sure I'd drink it again, as it fairly screamed "Boons Farm". After my first glass was finished, I noticed Denver was filling my glass without asking. RED FLAG WARNING! And then he told Destiny that he was going to sit down next to the "Cute Young Girls" (her and me). RED FLAG WARNING!
Suffice it to say that I was not impressed at all, with Denver's antics. At work in the past two weeks, I've ignored him as much as possible. He tried to bring up a topic that he heard about from someone else (essentially, a coworker inappropriately hit me in the arm, and I had expressed how I did not like it), and then asked if he could do the same to me. RED FLAG WARNING! So now I'm in full ignorning mode, and I'm also pissed off at him.
BTW... Babs is undergoing surgery in another two weeks. TWO WEEKS, you say? Yes, I did say. Apparently the cancer is either too bad or not too bad, that the doctor is confident she can wait 6 weeks from the time of detection until the surgery. I'm sick over it.
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