Or Wichita, as those outside of the midwest probably know it. It was downright cold!
We arrived on Thursday evening, with absolutely no plan of what we were doing. Marge was busy with parent teacher conferences all night, and Toby was working until 11. We checked into the Holiday Inn, and after trying three different rooms where the internet didn’t work (seems to be the theme of this trip), the fine folks at the front desk upgraded us to a suite where the internet DID work.
Toby met us at the hotel and shot the shit for a while. He was quite excited about an interview scheduled for the next morning. It’s a step from working in a convenience store for $8 an hour to working in a medical office for $11. Quite a nice step up. (And a reality check for the people out here in the Bay Area who make insane amounts of money.)
We decided to find some food, and as the ONLY thing open after 11pm in Wichita is Denny’s we didn’t have much of a choice. Denny’s is always an adventure.
We were waiting for our food when the hostess seated a couple of girls in the booth behind Toby. One of which wass rather obviously a ‘working girl.’ I didn’t pay any attention to them until a few minutes later the pro turned around in her seat and leaned in close to Toby’s neck. He didn’t notice until the conversation ceased.
I wanted to say something to Toby about it, but A) I was afraid he’d turn around too quickly and smack her in the head with his face, and B) I really wanted to see what she was going to do.
I know. I’m a bitch. But you would have done the same thing.
She leaned in close and sniffed his neck, which is when he figured out that something was not quite right. She was wearing no less than 5 colors of eyeshadow in varying stripes in the area between… say…. her cheeks and forehead. She didn’t say a word. Just kinda stared at us in an obviously drug-induced bobble-headed way. I managed to snap this picture with my camera phone.
She finally turned around at the urging of her friend… she only turned around a couple of times to rub Toby’s head or play with his ear. He considered giving her a wet willy* but reconsidered, afraid of encouraging her.
The next day UMB and I met up with Marge and her oldest son, Nicholas. We grabbed a quick meal and caught a dreadful movie, The Prestige.
It really had the potential to be a good movie… the cast, Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale, Michael Caine and Scarlett Johannson was a nice mix. The problem is that it has a “surprise ending” that comes as no surprise to anyone who was not asleep during the movie. They broadcast the secret in probably 5 scenes. And then, to make it worse, if you didn’t have it figured out by the final scene, one of the characters actually EXPLAINS the entire movie and reveals the secret yet again in as plain and matter of fact way as possible. Nicholas, the ten year old with ADHD had NO trouble following the movie. Even he thought it sucked.
Toby joined us at Marge’s house later that night, before we headed out to the club, Fantasies. Fantasies wasn’t really my scene… lots of 18-21 yo’s (KS allows them in some bars) and far too many suburban white kids who think they are gangstas. I’ve spent a lot of time in bad parts of Oakland, and I can assure you, the kids there would eat these Kansans for a light snack. But I digress.
Fantasies did at least have some cheap beer and we had plenty of that. I can tell you it’s still a strange sensation watching your ex boyfriend and your current boyfriend dancing together at a club. It’s also pretty fucking hot.**
The next morning my parents happened to be passing through Wichita so I gathered Marge and headed up to meet them for lunch. Toby met us there. It was quite an odd reunion, I must say. Marge hadn’t seen my parents in close to 7 years or more. They hadn’t seen Toby in 10. My mom didn’t recognize him, and it took her a few minutes of repeating, “Toby? To o o o b e e? Toby!!??” to put it together why she knew him.
I managed to get some decent photos. Including the Gayest Photo of Toby Ever. There are more in the Toby photo album and the KFC Album.
We all went our separate ways after lunch. UMB and I headed south to Tulsa to spend an evening with Tracy Peace.
* For those foreign visitors, a wet willy is where you lick your finger and stick it in someone’s ear. It’s a disturbing sensation. Go on… try it!
** Did I say that outloud?
this straight girl also happens to think your exboyfriend and your current boyfriend dancing together would be pretty fucking hot! but do we get pictures of that? no. we get oh so not hot pictures of a denny’s hooker, fuck you very much!
ps…missed you in houston…that smokin hot little boy from minnesoooota was there again…yum!
We are also missing the GREAT pictures that I was able to take of Paul while @ KFC. Go ahead and look at some of those pictures from KFC and you’ll see that I have his phone in my hand and was taking pictures of him. I had hoped that if he was willing to put some of the most unflattering pictures of me on his site, why wouldn’t he put pictures of himself here as well? (still love ya though!) And where’s the pictures of the pink panther (lmao…hahahaha!!!!)?
Hellohahanarf – You aren’t the only one who is upset that there are no pictures from the dance floor that night. Trust me. No really, TRUST me. Besides, the oh so not hot denny’s hooker was at least entertaining. Sorry about Houston… it’s a long story. Did you manage to capture the hot boy from Minn with your golf club again? Maybe we should work on your form?
Toby- Pictures from my phone of me? … umm… nope… you must be mistaken… I’m afraid they don’t exist. You must have been playing a game on my phone. I will find a suitably unflattering picture of myself to post in your honor, however. There are two pictures of the Pink Panther, but they are quite dark, and really don’t do justice to the complexity of the nuances of the ensemble. The next time Pink Panther appears, please do send along a good photo for my amusement.