Friday, March 16, 2007

And So I Did...

Talking about my night with Kansas
Jennifer: jesus. You are a lucky woman
Kara: it gets worse...
Kara: ok, backstory:
Kara: we went to this funky place on Hawthorne called House...it has retro furniture and junk sometime last weekend i think....
Kara: and i freaked out over this bar cart
Kara: it's so cool, it has wheels and the trays are removable, and i was all "i'm so gonna buy that"
Kara: and he's like "you should think about it and come back for it"
Kara: well i guess yesterday he got concerned that it wouldn't be there if i went back for it...so he bought it on his way home from work...and a bottle of champagne...and a rose...you know...for the top
Kara: and then asked me to come check out his new nightstand
(pause)
Kara: and now you may puke
Jennifer: that is disgusting. And if you ever think about getting rid of this one, I shall smite you into a thousand pieces
(pause)
Jennifer: ok, I feel as if I have a bat in the cave, and it sucks
Kara: not that i can see
Kara: and i won't get rid of him
Jennifer: hidden bat. Invisi-bat
Kara: maybe it's glommed onto the stalagtites
(pause)
Kara: this conversation makes me laugh
Kara: i might have to blog it

5 hours later
Jennifer: I feel like the effing bat is still there

13 keep(s) me blogging:

Jen said...

I believe the bat has bat friends now. I think they are having a fondue party.

AxAtlas said...

ahhh...nothing like transactional relationships...

The Future said...

Does Kansas know he's the subject of most all your blog themes now? Would he care?

The Future said...

P. S. He definitely passes muster in the area of thoughtfulness as in thinking of you ahead of himself. Novel idea.

Jill said...

That is the sweetest thing I've ever heard, assuming that he didn't keep the cart for himself to use as a nightstand and taunt you for not buying it when you had the chance. I'm going to assume that he let you have it, because otherwise Jennifer would probably not be sick.

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Ooh! Kansas is on the serious woo!

Kara said...

jen - i don't know that i've ever been more grossed out by a statement in my life.

ax - you're just jealous YOU don't have a bar cart.

future - he knows it...but will he be able to stay away? doubtful.

jill - no...it's defintely all mine...though he has yet to actually transport it from his house to mine...hmmmmmm...

sam - is that the technical term?

AxAtlas said...

Yeah, so I’m jealous. I want a bar cart. I should get a girlfriend and have her somehow buy me something that’s better than a bar cart…I’m gonna try to top ya…ohhh, I got it! I’ll seduce her to buy me a hot dog cart! Now for some reason that just seems wacky. Oh welpers.

d said...

a bottle of champagne and a rose for the top? what? no pizza? what's wrong with this guy?

the period on my keyboard is broken so that's why all of my sentences are in the form of a question, you know what i'm sayin'?

Orhan Kahn said...

Invisi-bat!

I approve.

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Well I didn't give it its full Latin name of coitus et amoratis woous, but basically it means a generalised inflammation of the wooing glands, among others; and the falling in love of the affected.

The Future said...

Actually, Ax should have his future girlfriend buy him the Oscar Mayer Weiner-mobile, that would REALLY be better than your bar cart.

slaghammer said...

This post was only fourteen days ago so I’m catching up. Yay for your golf cart, or popsicle stand or whatever it was he bought you. Also, I agree with what everybody else said. Ok, moving on…