Saturday Night

[mightyjesse]

Well, I had an enjoyable night out, in that Mrs. Mia Wallace kinda way.

Mind you, nothing is better than being out at the club with my Friediness. When I get tired of dancing I can go lean against him and listen to his conversations without having to be social myself. I don't have to scare off the extra boys that my stupid face attracts when I'm not paying attention - the extra boys see his big strong arms around me and manage to determine my complete lack of interest all by themselves.

BUT, if I have to go out without my Friedy, I have to admit I get a kick out of being taken out by one of his friends. In my imagination I become the Mob Boss's girlfriend - being squired about on the dancefloor by handsome hitmen because the Boss is too busy to attend to me himself. Not that Friediness really resembles a mob boss, but most of his friends would likely make reasonable - if somewhat atypical - hit men, so my imagination doesn't have too hard. 

And I'm probably a huge dork for admitting this, but I don't care. I still get a kick out of the repetition of the following conversation:

"You got a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't I seen him?" 

*airy shrug* "He had to work tonight so he sent one of his boys to take me out dancing."

And then I flounce off to the dance floor to tear it up like Mrs. Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction.

Comments

[tinkcph.livejournal.com]

I love Pulp Fiction moments. But then for me, it only takes coming back from the bathroom to find my food waiting for me. Then again, I don't have a big buff boyfriend who has boys to take me dancing. I have to make do. :)

[mightyjesse.livejournal.com]

Yes, but you have the original problem solving skills of Mr. Wolf and the talent for delicate understatement.

Did you see a sign on the lawn that said "Dead Ni&&er Storage?!"

And really the point is NOT that my boyfriend is the sexiest thing ever to walk the earth, but that I am going to have to ask Mr. T. at some point if he would stab me in the heart with a hypodermic needle if called for... Because you know... That's what people in fear for their lives do. And friends too. Friends do that, right?

[fencert.livejournal.com]

I would TOTALLY stab you in the heart with a hypodermic needle if called for! Why, sometimes its all I can do NOT to stab people around me in the heart...

[tinkcph.livejournal.com]

Hehehe! Absolutely. I'd do it! If I had a needle long enough. And really good aim. Then again, I accidentally got a bullseye while trying to learn to play darts on my date, so it might be worth considering.

[feeferj.livejournal.com]

I demand you post new pictures of you and the Mob Boss. *He will forever be THE MOB BOSS in my head now. Thanks for that.*

You guys are so cute together. =)