fun-fucken-tastic

last night was great.

deviant showed up at my place wearing a white shirt with jeans and was looking good enough to eat. as a bonus he hadn't had time to shave so the outfit was completed with stubble goodness. incredibly yummy.

the restaurant was good, the company was very entertaining and the food was great. i was so stuffed after the fourth course that i had to skip the fifth entirely and concentrate on drinkies. i do believe we got rather intoxicated and had a good time.

mind you, i think we had the whole date roles a bit reversed tho...

[we were walking to the restaurant, i only had the address of the place but didn't know exactly where it was.]
tp: 'ok, it should be somewhere around here, but i'm not exactly sure where...'
deviant: 'hey great idea, let's walk up and down this street ten times without finding the place instead of asking for directions'
tp: 'OI! i resent that! that's *MY* line!'

[later on in the restaurant deviant is giving me shit about our brat pitt -lookalike waiter being slow]
tp: 'oh shush. just drink your beer and look pretty!'
deviant: 'OI! i resent that! that's *MY* line!'

i'm hoping to get my hands on some pics from the evening and post them up soon... should i ask for deviant's permission tho? i haven't told him about my blog yet. mebbe i should. what do you think bunnies?