Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Why an evening with DTG adds years to your life and life to your years

Previous episode:

After I identified the aria* playing in the cheesy Italian chain restaurant we were in, DTG called me refined. Hilarious because (1) I called him not 15 minutes earlier and opened with, "Yo, b!tch ass...", and (2) because we were having a late dinner in order to catch Revenge of the Sith(the night it came out, thank you very much.) Neither of these things says "refined" to me. I did, however, write the word "raffiné(e)" (French) for him on the paper cloth with the provided crayons. (Yes - that kind of restaurant.)

Actual conversation last night:

Me: So are you having dinner with me?
DTG: Uh, no.
DTG: Blah blah blah (I think he was talking about his new job, but who knows?)
Me: Seriously, are we having dinner or what?
DTG: Blah blah blah. Oh, I got my first paycheck today!
Me: Oh good, so dinner is on you!
DTG: Wow, way to strong arm me! And we're not even dating!
Me: Well, according to us, at least.

Shortly thereafter, walking to dinner (I won), DTG was a little concerned because the back pocket of his pants ripped a teeny hole in his pants.

DTG: Does it look okay??
Me: It's not noticeable.
DTG: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, looks fine.
DTG: Seriously?
Me: I don't want to look at your butt anymore!
DTG: But you kinda do.

Ah, good times...good times.


* "La Donna é Mobile" from Verdi's "The Rigoletto." Nearly everyone knows this tune - it was in a Pillsbury commercial, for crying out loud. (I think Doughboy sang about dinner rolls, or some such.)

3 comments:

Matt Conrad said...

I'm glad to see that someone else likes La Donna e Mobile. It's one of my favorites though it is a bit unfavorable to the ladyfolk.

suitablegirl said...

what are you talking about...we are TOTALLY refined. *burp* ;)

Maitri said...

Reminds me of the time I crooned the word Motherpussbucket! in a mezzo-soprano to a roomful of high schoolers at a cast party. It's that whole upper-midwestern, 80s-child haute culture thing.

(I believe severe indulgence in the wapatui was the instigator of said weirdness.)