Selected Excerpts of a CRAAAZY Weekend
2-18-05 Kathleen A. Madden makes a pilgrimage to Buffalo, NY. Buffalo should have considered itself warned that the two partners in crime were back in action! First thing is first: we are no longer partners in crime, per se; there has been an official title change to "partners in feistines"!
After picking Miss Madden up from the Airport, we returned back to the El Wasseim for a catch up session. This was followed by a tour of both the law school and Buffalo itself. After a snack-attack dinner flushed down with some Alabama Slammers...we were ready to take on Rough Buff!
Heading down to Elmwood, we started out at Faherty's. There we made some friends with the bartenders: Kevin, Brian "the little one with the dirrrrty shirt" and John. Seems that origami cranes work wonders for free drinks from Kevin. haha. Let me tell you, good thing I taught Japan Camp for so many years! Kevin was also the shot buddy of the night--very good Buff equivalents of red headed sluts. haha. While waiting for the cab we called to take us to our next location, Kat, Lisa, and I proceeded to harass the doorman and demand to check ids as people entered the building. After a significant line started to form as a result of our incessant id checking and chattering, the doorman seemed to get a bit annoyed. Fortunately, our cab came, and we left him to his doorman duties.
After brief appearances at a few other Allen St. bars we made our way to Mothers, where I was fated to meet Peter Michael Merrick. This man was a beauteous creature--really, I was smitten inside-a two seconds. One might wonder why we learned his whole name. Well, as Danielle is apt to point out, I really may be a gay man: when he told me his name was Peter I decided I didn't like it and promptly plotted with Kat how to rename him. We decided to just ask his middle name and if it was better, we'd call him that. Well, one thing led to another and he had us guessing his name. Now he knows my full name and I know his. I should back up....Within two minutes of our arrival, Peter Michael not only asked us why were giving him the eyes (where I promptly winked at hiim), but called us “feisty”. The second bartender, Kevin, was Kat's OOL of the night. This guy Marc caught Kat eyeing Kevin, and asked her if she was taking him home. She responded with a simple, “I wish!” He then said, “Go for it. You got that.” When Lisa kindly reminded him, “She doesn’t HAVE a home here…remember…she’s visiting.” Marc responded, “Does your friend have a car? Does the heat work? Take him there.” Amazing. Marc also tried to coerce me to seduce Peter Michael Merrick, but I told him PMM doesn't get everything in one night!
So, Peter Michael noticed after a while that I had tied cherry stems in my mouth and asked if they were mine. I acknowledged ownership and he said, "wow! That's sexy!" Yes, well I was not so sexy in the next act of tying the stem, but what can you expect at 3am? While Peter Michael was very attentive to my demands, he did deem me “a lot to handle,” and promptly asked me if I'd visit him next Friday. He can't get enough and I have big plans to visit that bar again next weekend.
The next part of this blog was written in Kathleen Madden's own delightful words. They deserve a lot of merit so here it is for your reading pleasure:
"Saturday evening started at Fridays for dinner and drinks. A few drinks later, while paying the check, a certain someone proceeded to hit on the 19 year old waiter (with a fake id), asking him if he’d be out at the bars later. I’ll let you figure out whether that was Rachelle or I *wink wink*. We then went to a pretty classy joint, Bacchus.
The next bar is really where it all went down. After cracking some jokes about a few guys that looked like they were teleported straight out of the 80’s, and a guy who looked insanely like Meatloaf, Rachelle and I made friends with a *gasp* Yankees fan after informing him that his NY hat was highly offensive. Along with this new friendship came a slew of other male friends and free drinks for the night. No complaints here.
While Rachelle was chatting it up with the leader, Rob, I met my hero, Gary. This guy was quite possibly the funniest person I have EVER met. Among other things, he pretended some girl’s fur sweater was a live animal, while patting it and making animal noises. He also rubbed said animal sweater on some nearby asses, and then proceeded to shove said sweater into people’s faces for them to smell. This, though it may sound bizarre, was hysterical. He also did this minus the sweater, simply using his hand, and would then put his hand in people’s faces for them to whiff. In conjunction with this game of ass sniffing, I decided that it was only right for Mr. Gary to receive an ass grab of his own. Unfortunately, he was able to predict my move, and before my outstretched hand reached his bottom, he discretely removed his pants, causing me to grab his bare bum. In shock, I let out a loud screech. Honestly…who pulls their pants down in public? More importantly…who grabs a bare ass? Apparently I do."
After picking Miss Madden up from the Airport, we returned back to the El Wasseim for a catch up session. This was followed by a tour of both the law school and Buffalo itself. After a snack-attack dinner flushed down with some Alabama Slammers...we were ready to take on Rough Buff!
Heading down to Elmwood, we started out at Faherty's. There we made some friends with the bartenders: Kevin, Brian "the little one with the dirrrrty shirt" and John. Seems that origami cranes work wonders for free drinks from Kevin. haha. Let me tell you, good thing I taught Japan Camp for so many years! Kevin was also the shot buddy of the night--very good Buff equivalents of red headed sluts. haha. While waiting for the cab we called to take us to our next location, Kat, Lisa, and I proceeded to harass the doorman and demand to check ids as people entered the building. After a significant line started to form as a result of our incessant id checking and chattering, the doorman seemed to get a bit annoyed. Fortunately, our cab came, and we left him to his doorman duties.
After brief appearances at a few other Allen St. bars we made our way to Mothers, where I was fated to meet Peter Michael Merrick. This man was a beauteous creature--really, I was smitten inside-a two seconds. One might wonder why we learned his whole name. Well, as Danielle is apt to point out, I really may be a gay man: when he told me his name was Peter I decided I didn't like it and promptly plotted with Kat how to rename him. We decided to just ask his middle name and if it was better, we'd call him that. Well, one thing led to another and he had us guessing his name. Now he knows my full name and I know his. I should back up....Within two minutes of our arrival, Peter Michael not only asked us why were giving him the eyes (where I promptly winked at hiim), but called us “feisty”. The second bartender, Kevin, was Kat's OOL of the night. This guy Marc caught Kat eyeing Kevin, and asked her if she was taking him home. She responded with a simple, “I wish!” He then said, “Go for it. You got that.” When Lisa kindly reminded him, “She doesn’t HAVE a home here…remember…she’s visiting.” Marc responded, “Does your friend have a car? Does the heat work? Take him there.” Amazing. Marc also tried to coerce me to seduce Peter Michael Merrick, but I told him PMM doesn't get everything in one night!
So, Peter Michael noticed after a while that I had tied cherry stems in my mouth and asked if they were mine. I acknowledged ownership and he said, "wow! That's sexy!" Yes, well I was not so sexy in the next act of tying the stem, but what can you expect at 3am? While Peter Michael was very attentive to my demands, he did deem me “a lot to handle,” and promptly asked me if I'd visit him next Friday. He can't get enough and I have big plans to visit that bar again next weekend.
The next part of this blog was written in Kathleen Madden's own delightful words. They deserve a lot of merit so here it is for your reading pleasure:
"Saturday evening started at Fridays for dinner and drinks. A few drinks later, while paying the check, a certain someone proceeded to hit on the 19 year old waiter (with a fake id), asking him if he’d be out at the bars later. I’ll let you figure out whether that was Rachelle or I *wink wink*. We then went to a pretty classy joint, Bacchus.
The next bar is really where it all went down. After cracking some jokes about a few guys that looked like they were teleported straight out of the 80’s, and a guy who looked insanely like Meatloaf, Rachelle and I made friends with a *gasp* Yankees fan after informing him that his NY hat was highly offensive. Along with this new friendship came a slew of other male friends and free drinks for the night. No complaints here.
While Rachelle was chatting it up with the leader, Rob, I met my hero, Gary. This guy was quite possibly the funniest person I have EVER met. Among other things, he pretended some girl’s fur sweater was a live animal, while patting it and making animal noises. He also rubbed said animal sweater on some nearby asses, and then proceeded to shove said sweater into people’s faces for them to smell. This, though it may sound bizarre, was hysterical. He also did this minus the sweater, simply using his hand, and would then put his hand in people’s faces for them to whiff. In conjunction with this game of ass sniffing, I decided that it was only right for Mr. Gary to receive an ass grab of his own. Unfortunately, he was able to predict my move, and before my outstretched hand reached his bottom, he discretely removed his pants, causing me to grab his bare bum. In shock, I let out a loud screech. Honestly…who pulls their pants down in public? More importantly…who grabs a bare ass? Apparently I do."
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