Right Rock Sistahs and Bruthas... I disappeared this weekend because my friend B was here from Fort Collins (yes, home of Fat Tire Beer). We took the weekend to vintage shop, go to Cave Creek, eat a burger at Big Earls, watch the bikes go by, hit Night Rider jewelry, etc. We ended our meanderings yesterday well...meandering. We went to the mall. We went to the Harley dealership. We went to Lowes. We did this marveling that the best time to get out and about was while the football was on on a Sunday because NO ONE was out. Then we hit Safeway in order to get the makings of our tapas dinner to consume during Downton Abbey. There must have been a break between games because B and me were wandering the cheese/wine/olive/deli section when suddenly we found ourselves in Hot Guy Central. This is how it went: B calls out: Do you want some olives? I look to her and see this tall, dark-haired dude who made brown cords and a flannel shirt look created by the gods stalking with purpose into the beer aisle. I replied: I want him! but I did it nonverbally, trembling with glee and pointing at the guy like a 13 year old girl who just ran into a member of One Direction. She looks to the guy as I meet her at the olives and she (happily married to an alpha with power tools - the kind with wheels - the kind where she comes home and hes digging the trees she hates out of their front yard with his own personal backhoe) says: Youre so funny. Im not funny. THE GUY WAS HOT! Im already in a daze re: the dude in cords when suddenly the olive counter is surrounded by brawny beefcakes apparently jonesing for olives between game one and game two. Im reeling, my head swiveling, in danger of giving myself whiplash, asking B: Whats going on and how can I make it NEVER stop!? Then I cut off TWO NEW hot guys on my way to the check out. Then Im gabbing to the checkout lady about the new ring I got from Sweet Salvage and I spy ANOTHER NEW hot guy in the check out next to us. THEN, brawny beefcake hot guys from the olive section are congregating with their brethren I havent seen yet at the customer service desk. Im pushing our cart through them, declaring loudly, Im never leaving Safeway! Im breaking open our olives and brie RIGHT HERE!. B just laughs and firmly guides the cart out the door. It was quite the end before the end of a fabulous visit. Then again, having B with me for three days was more than enough. Having a spell in Hot Guy Central was just icing on the cake. ROCK ON!
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 14:58:54 +0000
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