One gay gals' musings and observations while travelling on the streetcar
Futon Fun
Saturday ended up being a pretty quiet day around our house. I spent a fair bit of time poppin’ caps off at biznatches and gangstas in Grand Theft Auto IV. S spent the day reading some craptastic books she had sitting around the house.
Around mid-morning, S and I were at the dining table on the main floor of the house. I was backing up files on my computer and S was surfing on hers. Out of nowhere she announced, “I want a box of tangerines! Oh, and grapes too!”
“Right now?” I asked, puzzled where the inspiration for those two items came from.
“Not this minute, no. But when we go to out to get what we need, we can stop in to buy some things that we don’t.”
Not long after the tangerine announcement, I saw snow flying around through the front window. S was on the phone then and I was still on my computer. I thought maybe the neighbour was shoveling until I realized that it hadn’t snowed in a few days; there was nothing to shovel. “What the…?” I began. S nodded at me and indicated I should go see what was up.
I went to the window and saw a young girl, maybe nine or ten year’s old standing on the heap of snow in our front yard. She was throwing the snow around either at a friend or just at random places in the yard. “Do you mind getting off of the snow?” I asked upon opening the door. She turned around and looked at me with a who the hell are you? expression on her face.
She looked around her before turning back to me asking “huh?” (Kids today speak so eloquently.)
I repeated myself, this time saying the words a bit more slowly and with a firmer voice. “Do you mind getting off of the snow?” She replied by climbing down onto the walkway and heading down the street. I didn’t recognize the girl but S thought that maybe she’s our next door neighbour. I’m sure she’d love to play in her own yard except for the fifteen garbage bins taking up the space.
I know that kids like to play in snow and all of that but I didn’t really want to have to shovel snow back onto the mound nor did I want her falling, getting hurt and suing us. Plus, it was hovering near -20 that day and the less time I had to spend outside, the better. Once the young adventurer went away, we went on with our vegging out day.
Yesterday was a bit busier. We had planned to get some groceries and pick up supplies for the little heads. S also wanted to stop into the shop of the future so that I could pick out a birthday gift. We picked up the pet supplies and went in search of a birthday gift. None of the PS3 games appealed to me and neither S or I were grabbed by the Blu-Ray selection. Just as we were about to leave, an idea came to me. “Is there a music section?” I asked.
S said there was and we walked over to it and I made my way through the “C” artists. Within minutes, I found what I was looking for. We checked out and made our way to the grocery store. Previous experience has shown that grocery store trips with S tend to be interesting.
“Should we get a cart?” S asked.
“Will we be buying that many things?” I asked in response. (I thought we were only getting tangerines and grapes.)
“Maybe,” S replied coyly. “I might want stuff.”
Within minutes of being in the store, we had a several items in our basket. We found ourselves in the baked goods section where S’s eye was caught by some cheese and garlic buns. “Do you see this?” S asked, her eyes glazed over. I knew there was no turning back so I did what any good girlfriend would do: I held out our basket so that she could add it to our items. She looked like a kid in a candy store as she did so.
Surprisingly, we only walked out with one basket full of goods. We made our way home and put everything away before getting some things to eat. We were expecting P over at two. She was buying a futon she met through everyone’s friend Craig and needed our truck to pick it up. We hadn’t expected to have to play delivery gals on our weekend, but when P called on Saturday asking for help, S agreed.
I found it a bit odd myself, the whole buying a used bed from a total stranger, but P seemed to think she scored herself a deal. It turns out, she’s planning on having people over at her house for New Year’s Eve (11 months from now) and wanted to get the futon after seeing it online. “I’m not sleeping on that thing,” I told S. She agreed that it was something we’d have to get out of if ever in that situation.
Not long after we returned home, P and her puppy were at our door. We ate some cheese buns, cheese, grapes and tangerines and chatted for a bit. The futon owner wasn’t expecting P until two so we had some time to sit and relax. “It’s a really nice, futon,” P kept saying. She had gone to see it on Friday night after work and immediately liked it.
“Wait a minute,” S said. “You went to some strange guy’s apartment by yourself and didn’t tell anybody?”
“Yeah? So?” P replied.
“Oh my God!” S exclaimed. “Are you nuts?! You could’ve gotten killed and no one would know!”
P went pale as she realized how stupid she had been. She is entirely too trusting of people, she didn’t even think to tell anyone the contact info of the guy she was meeting.
“Still, the two guys are so gay, they wouldn’t hurt me,” she said.
“You didn’t know that before you headed over!” S said. “Oh, you’re here to see the futon? Well my buddy and I are going to be taking turns with you on it, first,” S mocked.
P didn’t find it funny. I think it was beginning to sink in just how much trouble she could have gotten in too. She sat there like a chastised child.
Apparently, a friend at work knew she was going to see the futon. “Oh great,” S said, “So no one would know you were missing until Monday morning.”
“Next time you go see something like that, let me know,” I told her. My office is close to hers and I could easily meet up with her after work.
After our lectures, we collected our plates and got ready to go. We drove over in our separate cars and once we got to the building, S stayed downstairs with the vehicles to avoid being towed and P and I headed upstairs. P was giddy with excitement over the deal she got. I didn’t think the futon was very clean or in good condition but I kept mum.
The two guys (who were gayer than Ricky Martin) helped P and I wrap the mattress in plastic and carry everything downstairs to the cars. They also gave P some dog stuff (treats and toys) they’d had from a dog they’d only kept for a short while.
Since the frame and mattress took up so much room in our truck, I had to ride with P. The frame and mattress barely fit in our truck. Poor S had to move her seat forward to accommodate the items and was practically the steering wheel as a shirt. We picked up the puppies at our house and then made our way to suburbia. P was so thankful for our help but kept insisting every so often that she “didn’t even think twice about heading there alone.” I’m hoping S and I talked some sense into her.
P had hoped that we’d stay over for awhile but S didn’t have her regular glasses with her (only her sunglasses) so we’d have to leave before dark. I’m sure a longer visit would have been nice, but I had already done more on my Sunday than I had wanted too. I was thankful to come home with my girls.
S and I wound down our night with a movie called “Out at the Wedding.” It starred Cathy DeBuono so I was fully prepared to mock the hell out of it. Unlike 90% of lesbian movies, it wasn’t too bad. It had some funny moments and the writing wasn’t too atrocious. It had S laughing a few times so it wasn’t a complete disaster.
The movie over, we made our way to bed. Another weekend gone by a little too quickly.
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