They Drove All Night to Get to Us

[dotinthesky]

"Sir, sir," three smirking teenagers said to me yesterday. "It stopped raining." They were referring to my open umbrella after a brief downpour. I don't think anyone has ever called me a "Sir" before. Couldn't they have said "Yo, dude, waz up with that umbrella?" or "Hey sexy thang, it stopped raining." But nooooo, they had to make me feel like a dinosaur.

I happened to be hanging around Covent Garden, waiting for steer, rosamicula, sarcaustick and thirstypixel. I called the actor who I sometimes hire for social occasions and asked if he would like to pretend to be my boyfriend Kevin for the night. He said he was game. We found a table in a loud, smoke-free Canadian pub called Maple Leaf. Everyone had a good laugh, thinking Kevin was the only genuine Canadian in the pub -- if only they knew he's a born & bred Essex boy! But, as the good actor he is, he can put on a decent Canadian accent and fool just about anyone.

After drinks, we made our away across Covent Garden to Mon Plaisir, the oldest French Restaurant in London. Rich and creamy food was ordered; a decent bottle of red wine was downed; and much gossip and jokes were shared. Before we knew it, the clock neared midnight and, being a school night, we said our goodbyes.

I ended up bringing the actor who plays Kevin home. Me bad.

Comments

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

Hiring boyfriends is the best thing in the world. I also recommend hiring family members, for the right occasions.

[saint-narcissus.livejournal.com]

best thing about hiring family members is you can fire them at will...
(just don't toss them too hard, you wouldn't want to harm will, would you?)

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

If they are hired, you can toss them as far and hard as you want. ;-)

[stormecho.livejournal.com]

I'm confused.

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, so am I.