Response to "maverick"

Mav was kind enough to repond via comment to my last blog wherein she corroberated my version of events and refuted others. As I believe in an honest debate and her comments continue to make me snicker.... I felt they deserved their own response and new entry....

MAV: this is maverick and i'd like to respond:>

"wonderfully cool, wickedly funny friend, who always seems to have plans, cause she's all cool and alternative lifestyley - was available to hang out"
MAV: --beyond my first point that lifestyley isn't a word, i'd like to say thanks for your description. we lesbians like to keep it real.

Goose: Some of you like to keep it real, but I need to say for the record, that for such a smiley bunch with a happy flag many of your compatriots were decidely unfriendly toward my advances (on your behalf) and my innocent queries regarding the possible use of empty chairs. Lesbians seem to be very possessive of furniture - in my opinion....

>"Here is where the duality of our causes converged"
MAV: --well said, for our causes were, indeed, convergent. we were both on a mission to be hit on at a gay bar. you, breeder, had your reasons. i, lesbian, had mine.

Goose: Hmmm.... I don't think I like your tone.... I was there for YOU! And because I wanted to hang out with hot lesbians....
But for the sake of argument.... I did think the novelty may be flattering, but the 2 times I was approached you will recall I made us move cause it felt a little creepy.

>"although she did have to seal the deal"
MAV:--ok, so you make it sound like the sole purpose of the outing was for me to go home with someone. which? even though it was...i don't think EITHER of us thought that would really happen. you see, i'm a virgin in that regard. the one-nighters have never been my cup of tea. so i really think i should point out that the whole going home with someone thing was a TOTAL JOKE. i never saw it coming to fruition. i digress. 'seal the deal' isn't exactly romantic. i'd like to say, for the record, that the female in question was lovely and kind and responsible and smart and generally not someone you'd expect to stereotypically leave the bar with (stereotypes were all i had to go on before now, you see). the point being, that i would not have anticipated actually having a coherent conversation with said female at a later date.

did i mention i took her for really tasty tacos the next day for lunch?

Goose: Not gonna dispute any of that, but have to say "Tasty Tacos" That's the best quote ever and sounds dirty in ANY context... I'm humbled and proud.

>"we were on fire literally"
MAV: --dear god, we were. the stars aligned for us!

Goose: Good Times...

>"Our elaborate plan even included props"
MAV: --this was our best idea of the evening. and i love that you think by standing in the middle of a gay mecca, you can look straight by holding a koozie (not so much).

Goose: Are you saying I looked gay before the koozie, cause I disagree, the koozie made me look gay, (Put a rainbow on ANYTHING it's gay - even the sky) I didn't get hit on before I had the koozie.... btw, neither did you!

>"Watching two chicks smooch in your backseat isn't as cool as you might think it would be when you don't know how to get home....."
MAV: --how many times did i have to say THROCKMORTON?! seriously. would it have killed you to stop with the incessant questions for a bit and just drive around aimlessly lost?!>

Goose: Here is where our "cause" was no longer common and our goals no longer the same..... See at this point I was surprised and delighted at our success, and looking forward to getting home where I would be retiring my koozie and settling in to sleep.... You on the other hand were looking forward to intense all night girl love.

"Keep smiling maverick... my office gossip is getting better and I had a blast."
MAV: --don't worry. i smile every day. >

Goose: Glad I could help... Anytime... It was a sacrifice I made... say nothing more...
BTW, How is "tasty taco?"

"not that this is a competition or anything...."
MAV: --OH - IT IS! s, i'm sorry to say, but jer has not only topped you with this outing, he may now be unattainable in the realm of office gossip. good luck, girl.

Goose: I dunno, WIF can give anyone a run for their money...

MAV: finally, to whomever is reading out there, you CAN go home with a completely great person from a bar. it happens. and to my neighbors, i apologize for noise. ---maverick

Goose: Next time press "record"

One small step for man.....

Hello moto...

It's been a while since I have had time or been moved to write anything. I was gonna write that I hadn't had anything to say, but if you know me, then... well, you know that's not true. I've been busy.... true.... and things have been tough.

That said... Things are better and it's time to spill my head.

1st thing: I just saw a preview for the movie "Astronaut Farmer" which I gather is similar to "Space Cowboy" or something. -Quick Summation- Man played by (I shit you not) Billy Bob Thornton is a farmer who decides to build a rocket and fly into space...

That premise alone made me get stoned/ I mean come on -gadammit- "OF FUCKING COURSE the government is going to find out; and of fucking course they are going to say some shit about "you not handling the truth"; and shooting your ass down...

And of fucking course they are going to blow up your rocket ship building- space barn - located in your effing cornfield.......

GAAWD.

That leads me to my next point, and if you wade through that (point) -it may lead you to my actual point, which happens to be related, but not necessarily ---- and not in the way you might now think ----- to the title of this particular entry.

After I watched that preview, I started thinking.... This is where it all begins and is the reason I should try not to... think....

My thoughts were these... :"Why not?" Why exactly couldn't Billy Bob Thornton or anyone who's had sex with Angelina Jolie for that matter, make a rocket in his or her cornfield and fly to space... I mean "Why not?" beyond the obvious reasons...

1:Farmer
2:Farmer - just kidding
2:No background in aerospace
3:Farmer's get screwed and have no money
4: Government should be asking questions if someone wants to buy "solid rocket booster" or "rocket fuel"

Suppose Billy Bob had some money stashed away. (not likely btw)
Suppose he had friends with connections on the black market and or Aerospace degrees
Suppose that a bunch of people could get together with a multitude of resources drawing on a range of cumulative expertise and actually do something for the honest to god purpose of advancing our knowledge of ourselves and our world or the world's of others. (that'd be the gays)

I know that's how it had to seem to those folks at NASA when they began the space program... I know ---this space thing--- like any idea that takes many minds to make successful, will only be successful if each person thinks they are doing it for there own cause and a cause their conscience can live with. In the case of the "Space Race", Scientists and Astronomers, Machinists, and Welders, Military and Naturalists all had at least dual and likely multiple purposes for which they were both recruited, and for which they would work, in order to make this amazing thing happen....

Some motivations were their own, some were purposes with which their conscience would let them live.

And so it goes with your lesbian friends...

I'm finding that since my wife and I began working together "office gossip" has really taken on a new and decidedly less interesting turn. It has gone from "who's doing who or who likes who or who's getting fired ("ME" if you were keeping score....) to:

"Would you make him stop that!" or

"So and so is crying again"

Which could be funny or interesting when it's the crazy programmer in the cubicle talking to himself about "code", but annoying when it's your children....

Anyway, WIF and I have decided we each need to get out a little more so we will have new and interesting things to speak to one another about when we get BACK... from whereever we go that's not with each other.

That's right I SAID IT- Being together sometimes makes you need to be apart so you can stand being together... It's called the facts of life "Tootie"....

Last week we began: (WIF and I) --- began our 3-6 hour tours that we are to take at least once a week (if possible) into the land of the "Not you"

WIF went first, she had met a pretty cool chick through one of our kids.... FUCK see this is why we have to get out more. Anyway, she apparently needed the time away and came back with a great story.... Not that this is a competition, but we had something interesting to talk about, namely how WIF got so smashed she puked in a bar bathroom for the first time since college - good ole' college.......... awefreakingsome....

See, it's not only interesting and funny, she had a freaking blast........ with "Not Me" and we had a conversation that the other person couldn't actually finish by themselves.... This is cool....

Saturday was my turn, and a wonderfully cool, wickedly funny friend, who always seems to have plans, cause she's all cool and alternative lifestyley - was available to hang out...

So, her being somewhat but not actually newly single invited "moi" to be her "wingman" at a bar...

Here is where the duality of our causes converged. In this convergence would lie our success much like NASA or the building of the pyramids... See, I told you the "Space Race" was going somewhere.....

Our success was a shared success, although she did have to seal the deal, I was able to help line up bogeys and direct our search. We weren't high fiving or anything, but if that were still cool to do, we would have done it for sure...

She needed to get back out on the scene and her scene being attractive women, well I needed to at least see a scene in reality that resembled something from -the L word- not -Joe Dirt 2-

Although admittedly, there were and are still a whole lotta "old school lbo's out there who never got the "mullet memo" of 89'.....

Anyway, living vicariously as a married man should, but sharing in a common goaland doing "great" things, made me the best wingman since "goose" in "Top Gun". Two things.... in case you are wondering....

I know "goose" wasn't technically a wingman but a navigator, and I also know that I wouldn't have been as good a wingman to one of my single guy friends...... But you know, we were on fire literally....

Our elaborate plan even included props... So nobody would think we were "breeders" (a term I was affectionately called- I think it means friend) infiltrating their world or that we were a couple or something, I got me a rainbow koozy and everything to "look" like a native.

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is:

I learned something the other day.....

1.It's our duality and ability to work together that make us humans great...

and...

2.Watching two chicks smooch in your backseat isn't as cool as you might think it would be when you don't know how to get home.....

Keep smiling maverick... my office gossip is getting better and I had a blast.

WIF, I love you....

Thanks for loving me, btw, my story was better than puking, not that this is a competition or anything....

bye