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While waiting outside of my building at work, waiting for Pete to pick me up, a handsome French man started talking to me.
"Are you waiting for the shuttle?"
"No, I'm waiting for my husband."
"That's a very lovely outfit. Is it a special occasion?"
"Oh no, I dress this way all the time."
"It is the Batman -- no, Gothic style?"
"Yes."
(At which point, Pete pulled up. I wished the chatty man a nice afternoon, and got in the car. Pete was mock-grumpy that a Handsome Stranger was talking to His Wife! How Dare He!)
After dinner with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kijjohnson, we went to Cupcake Royale for babycakes. (mmmmmm, babycakes!). Outside of Cupcake Royale were the two rocker-boys who hang out there; they've caused a bit of a kerfuffle in the local news because they often put on Scream masks, play electric guitar at passersby, and one of them parks his motorcycle on the sidewalk outside of Cupcake Royale, which has lead to a whole bunch of cranky articles and letters in the local papers. As we walk in, one of the rocker-boys smiles at me and says "Hey, I like your outfit."
After the three of us finish our babycakes, Pete and I say goodbye to Kij, and start to walk back to the car. Rockerboy is talking to some people about the news-flurry, and is showing them a photocopied flyer that has excerpts from all the newspapers. He says "Here, I'll autograph it for you. But first I need to autograph one for her (pointing at me)."
Being easily amused by this sort of thing, I follow him over to the table where he has the Kinko's box of flyers. He pulls one out, asks me my name, and writes a lot on the flyer, saying something about "We want to associate with interesting people, and you look interesting." I take the flyer, say thank you, and start walking toward Pete. As I'm walking off, Rockerboy says "I'll give you a ride on my motorcycle one of these times, if you want!"
Pete growls the entire way back to the car.
I'm going to be giggling about this for days. Days, I tell you!
"Are you waiting for the shuttle?"
"No, I'm waiting for my husband."
"That's a very lovely outfit. Is it a special occasion?"
"Oh no, I dress this way all the time."
"It is the Batman -- no, Gothic style?"
"Yes."
(At which point, Pete pulled up. I wished the chatty man a nice afternoon, and got in the car. Pete was mock-grumpy that a Handsome Stranger was talking to His Wife! How Dare He!)
After dinner with
kijjohnson, we went to Cupcake Royale for babycakes. (mmmmmm, babycakes!). Outside of Cupcake Royale were the two rocker-boys who hang out there; they've caused a bit of a kerfuffle in the local news because they often put on Scream masks, play electric guitar at passersby, and one of them parks his motorcycle on the sidewalk outside of Cupcake Royale, which has lead to a whole bunch of cranky articles and letters in the local papers. As we walk in, one of the rocker-boys smiles at me and says "Hey, I like your outfit." After the three of us finish our babycakes, Pete and I say goodbye to Kij, and start to walk back to the car. Rockerboy is talking to some people about the news-flurry, and is showing them a photocopied flyer that has excerpts from all the newspapers. He says "Here, I'll autograph it for you. But first I need to autograph one for her (pointing at me)."
Being easily amused by this sort of thing, I follow him over to the table where he has the Kinko's box of flyers. He pulls one out, asks me my name, and writes a lot on the flyer, saying something about "We want to associate with interesting people, and you look interesting." I take the flyer, say thank you, and start walking toward Pete. As I'm walking off, Rockerboy says "I'll give you a ride on my motorcycle one of these times, if you want!"
Pete growls the entire way back to the car.
I'm going to be giggling about this for days. Days, I tell you!
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*pats Pete on the head*
Investing in more petticoats soon? ;)
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(So, was that hint subtle enough? ::laughs::)
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I'm going home to make *cupcakes* now!!!!!
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Someone has stolen my idea for Cupcake Dimsum!!!!
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Now, Pete, you ought to be gloating, surely? That some dopey rocker boy aspires to the glory that is your amazing wife?
A glory which, as you can be incredibly and rightfully smug about, he can never in this life attain?
Because, mate, there's only one Jilli.
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Harrumph indeed!
*glower*
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(Poor Peevers! Remember -- they all love her, but she married you.)
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Wish you felt better today...Im actually going out tonight.
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:)
and as for The Husband and his *issues* with the day.... *cackles*
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When in Gotham, dress as the Goths do.
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Last year going to the festivals and such, you would have thought I was a celebrity! M kept teasing me about it. I was wearing my white dreads and apparently that gets a lot of attention. I had people coming up to me to take my photo, or a photo *with* them, or just telling me I was pretty. *hee*
oh! and add
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Rocker Boy
The Biker with the scream mask
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Rocker Boy
Rockandrolldoug@yahoo.com
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I've heard of them.