Saturday, February 25, 2012

Back In Black

And Frankly is back and will be better than ever!  2102 started with a bang, and has not shown any signs of slowing down.  So far this year I have; made a full recovery from the bar injury that Holly had inflicted on me, met a fine piece of chocolate at Showtunes, taken a spur of the moment jet-set trip to NYC, road tripped to St. Louis, attended a slew of outrageous events ranging from a go-go dance party to an underwear auction, and was the 2nd runner up in a beer pong tourney.

Sounds like fun, eh?

I really hope to give each of these exciting topics the full attention they deserve, so to get the ball rolling....

The week after Holly punched me in the face and almost broke my nose, I met someone.

I was at Showtunes with Holly and a Christina Ricci look-a-like, named Wednesday, engrossed in a really thrilling conversation.  I was merely explaining how Holly was on wing-man probation from the awful Jeremy Dancer fiasco, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned around and behind me was a tall drink of chocolate milk.  As always, to protect the innocent, nicknames will be used.  He introduced himself and shall be known as Bro (if it were up to him, he would have chosen something like Great Wall of Chocolate or Little Brown Bear)

As cliche as it sounds, there was a spark right from the start.  Now, I am not talking about a mushy, sappy, over the top love at first sight we need to go run out and pick out china patterns and save the dates, but there was a spark.  Bro joined Holly, Wednesday, and myself for some beers, and we hit it off immediately.

I always thought I'd meet a decent guy at a Spartan Tailgate, but meeting one at Showtunes could possibly be a second runner up, especially if something from Dreamgirls was playing.  At this particular point in time, "One Night Only" was the jam.  I was not sure if that were foreshadowing or not, but I was just going with the flow.

Before long, Holly took off and Bro continued to chat it up with Wednesday and I.  As we sat up against the bar, Bro just got so caught up in my charm, he went to grab his beer but instead ended up semi-spiking it off the bar floor.  The glass shattered and beer splashed up, leaving me drenched.  I imagine it to be quite like sitting in the front row at Sea World, I was in the splash zone and the commotion caused all the gays to stop belting out their Broadway hits and focus their attention on me.  I was sopping wet with Mich Light, and once it dried, I'd most likely smell like a trailer park.  Bro was incredibly apologetic, but if having beer spilt on me were the strangest thing to happen during a first encounter, I was doing pretty well.

There has been a running joke amongst my siblings that our family has a very similar dynamic to that of the Family Stone.  In some weird way, each of my siblings is just like one of the siblings from the movie, only I'm not the deaf son, I really am more of the Dermot Mulroney character.  However, with Bro in the picture, there is now the development of an interracial relationship which really puts this one step closer to fullfilling Family Stone or maybe more like Save The Last Dance.  And further more, my dreams of having a beautiful mixed baby girl named Citronella now make a bit more sense.

Showtunes came to an end.  Bro and I exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up for dinner within the week.  The Tuesday after Showtunes we went out on our first official date, and frankly I'm back in black.