2019-11-02 - Terrible

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: It was the karaoke, right?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: I feel like I should try claiming it isn't really that terrible but y'know, that kinda lie always catches up with you.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: And it's not like you'd never find out. This is a small town with only a couple bars and a man can only be so strong in the face of some beers and the intro to Don't Stop Believin'.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: You fled the Grizzly right after I answered the question about Other Things I Do For Fun, it was the only possible explanation!

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: I had to eat your waffle for you. It was terrible.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: I suffered.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: (FTR yeah waffle with bacon crumbled on and maple syrup works.)

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Aw, man. is she okay?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: That's true. Why did we even get them? clearly can't trust kid-us with these choices. We should've gotten dogs instead.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: fashionably late, huh?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Probably over my feet. and also: first. Praciting for internet message boards from birth.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Yeah, we've got different dads too.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: ...in my family. Not US we. I mean, technically I don't know that for sure, but I'd bet a lot on those odds.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: To be fair I'm almost too white to safely look away from in a snowstorm.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: though partly because I'm probably going to throw a snowball at you.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Madam! Are you insinuating I might partake of intoxicants of an illegal nature? (why is there no emoji for pressing your hand against your chest and looking shocked? 😮 )

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Are you? I might need to see a demonstration sometime. I can stand behind a tree with a clipboard and take notes, and give you some tips after

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: which you probably shouldn't take because I am also kind of terrible at it most days.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: This sounds like a story. 🤔

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Entirely unrelatedly

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Do you WANT to go to karaoke sometime?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Actually I guess we're still talking about things I'm terrible at.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Hey, they were practically at eye level!

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: ps also I don't think they'd fit, but next time I cosplay Zatanna or need to break an ankle fast I might take you up on that

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Paint is cheap! Also very halloween.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: admittedly I have never actually tried to paint a shoe.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: fiiiiiiiiiine.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: They probably look better on you anyway.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Plus that ankles thing. How do you not have to accessorize those with crutches?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: okay see that implies that when you started you DID sprain things. And I feel like I'd see a lot more women on crutches around then.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: There must be some dark secret.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: so what you're saying is I should be looking for /six year olds/ on crutches.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: ...

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: nah I'm pretty sure that'd look wrong

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Well now I'm intrigued.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: What's in these secret woman caves? Man caves just get wood paneling and leather and the biggest television we can possibly fit on a wall. Sometimes a pool table. If we're fancy.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: What if I cross my heart and swear not to tell?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: hmm

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: I could put the Squirrel Girl costume back on, that's practically honorary, right?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys:

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: ...and next time I track one down, they don't just have a set night or two each week like any decent god-fearing tavern.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: TiBS has a flyer up for a trivia night though--

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: y'know to be fair that's actually the nicest anyone's ever called me a hobbit. my feet aren't that furry, though.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: If I were magic I'm pretty sure thta'd be a secret though

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: I mean if I went around just telling people I was magic they'd all want one!

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: You're not going to start pinching my cheeks,are you?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: 'cause I've still got a grandmother

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: ...suddenly debating whether I want my cheeks pinched is a new experience.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: I am at least pleased you can easily tell the difference

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: would that be me thinking you pinch random butts or that some random other butt pincher was the culprit in the moment?

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: Well on the former my self-esteem and opinion of you are both high enough to assume it wouldn't be just random. More of a curated collection.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: On the latter I would have to break out my fancy kung fu moves that I do not in any way have.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: See? that's entirely different. But(t) apparently I've got two bartenders who both think they have the same week off and from the way they're eyeing each other I'm gonna have to call Andre if I don't sort it out soon.

(TXT to Julia) Rhys: bets on if they'll go for the king solomon solution? Anyway, I'll look for when one of the bars get around to doing another or we could just go to Pourhouse, have a couple drinks, and start singing. later!