Random Friday Night Conversations

A bunch of us met at McGee's, one of the favourite neighbourhood pubs, last night for drinks, appetizers and some much needed time to let off steam after this past week. While we didn't quite make it to the karaoke bar down the street (next time, for sure!), we managed to amuse ourselves for few hours anyway.

LOTS of belly laughs arising from random conversations and story re-tellings:


-- As a white elephant gift (over the recent holidays), Oda's hubby got some soap on a rope. Which seems pretty vanilla until you hear that it was called "Stroke on a Rope" and that the soap was fashioned into the shape of a partially clenched fist with a well-placed hole in the middle. That's right, people, use your imagination.


-- Stacy's friends wanted to see that something-something-Yuma movie a couple of weeks back, so they consulted the paper for the local showing times. Thinking it was strange that every theater was showing this film at 3:10 pm, they just shrugged and showed up at the theater, but a few minutes late. It seemed that they had even missed the previews. Wait a minute, what the heck is going on? We can't follow a single thing! 30 minutes later the movie ended and the lights came up. One of Stacy's friends descended upon the the unsuspecting, sixteen-year old movie usher and launched into a tirade that they published the wrong start time for the movie in the paper and as a result, they'd shown up and only seen the last 30 or so minutes of the show. The movie usher calmly replied, "Sir, the movie's name is "3:10 to Yuma". That's not the time it shows."


-- One of Nick's friends went to a high-end salon for a haircut for the first time instead of returning to his usual neighbourhood barbershop. The stylist handed him a smock and sent him off to the change room saying, "You can go get undressed." Not realizing that this simply meant "You can take your shirt off if you don't want to get hair trimmings on it, and then put this smock on", Nick's buddy emerged from the changing room sans shirt AND pants, but KEPT on his black dress shoes and socks with the shortie smock. The hairstylist finished the colour treatment before he sent him back to retrieve his pants for the rest of the appointment.

-- The prostitutes that were subletting the apartment across the hall from Ally and her roommate finally moved out. (Got kicked out?) No more random guys named John accidentally banging on Ally's door in the middle of the night.

-- And finally, I shared the story of how I lost all of my modesty at the hands of a Jamaican spa esthetician a couple of weeks ago. Ah, but you'll have to come back for that story since it's worthy of a post of its own. ;-)