Monday, March 12, 2012

Two Bloggers Dine Together; World Survives



This past Friday, I met up with a fellow blogger. The problem with writing about such a thing is that the person you meet might write about it, too. With my penchant for exaggeration, this means that how we individually recount the events of the evening might come out wholly at odds. If, after reading what she might have to say about it, you then come away with suspicions concerning my veracity, I’ll say in my defense that you ought to know by now that I can’t be trusted, so it’s your own damn fault.

The blogger in question is not a small green citrus fruit, but she pretends she is for the sake of anonymity. Her real name, much like that of MY WIFE, will be withheld in an obviously fruitless attempt at protecting the innocent, of which there are none in this instance. She is sometimes known as The Queen of Memes when she is not describing herself as The Exalted Empress of the Universe (and if I haven’t gotten that title exactly as it should be, I hope she’ll just graciously correct it instead of pointing her finger at me and zapping me into a pile of smoking ashes.)

She is otherwise known as… Lime.



When she told me that she’d be making a pilgrimage to my neck of the woods, I was thrilled. The last time we had met (which was our initial meeting) she had gifted me with a pair of socks. I’ve worn them ever since. That was about three years ago. I was hoping she’d bring me another pair, as the originals have become somewhat moldy.



In case you’re seriously gullible, I’ll let you know that’s a joke. Ha-Ha. The socks were, in fact, tie-dyed by her. In honor of her return visit, I decided to don them despite the fact it would mean a serious fashion faux pas if I wore my usual top hat and tails for our dinner together, so I dressed down in chinos. I did wear my monocle, but I don’t think she noticed. Of course, where I was wearing it probably precluded that possibility.

Lest I give you the idea that Lime had made the trip north strictly to see me, I’ll let you know that she was actually visiting her cousin (whose name I would reveal, but she’s a nice person who lives relatively nearby, so I don’t want to trouble her with visits from the FBI, Homeland Security, Vinny “Red Clam Sauce” Marinella, or any of my other close associates.) Her cousin was either unable or unwilling to join us, and that was a shame. She’s almost as much of a hoot as Lime. Oh, well. I’m sure I’ll see her again someday, perhaps on-stage at The Golden Banana.

(That’s a cheap joke, and likely far too local to do most of you any good. I just threw it in on the offhand chance that Lisa from Brookline is actually reading this. Hi, Lisa! Since I’ve now given away your name and location, expect a visit from the Boston Police bunko squad. Tell them I’m in Buenos Aires. I’ll make it worth your while.)

Since I had to work during the day on Friday, Lime decided to busy herself in the hours before our meeting with a visit to The Museum Of Fine Arts.

(That’s what we locals call it when we don’t want someone to know we’re going to The Golden Banana. I’m surprised she picked up on that so quickly, being from out of town.)

(In the following paragraph, which concerns our subway system, there is a perfectly wonderful opportunity for me to have made some sort of joke using the word “vagrants”. I refrained, however, and I want credit for sparing you. That’s why I’m telling you now.)

Since Lime doesn’t know all the vagaries of The “T”, which is Boston’s public transportation system, I endeavored to help her get to the “museum” in the easiest possible way. I sent her the following extremely easy instructions, via e-mail:

Get off at Fenway (which is the last above-ground stop, so if you're in a tunnel you've missed it.) Exit the station on ground level (don't take the stairs) through the very big parking lot (which will be readily visible) and head for Boylston Street (I can't necessarily give you the best way to tell which one is Boylston, other than to say walk along to the end of the storefronts and then don't go left and it's Boylston (pronounded "BOIL-stn", by the way.) If confused, ask someone friendly-looking. Walk up to the first big intersection, which is Kilmarnock Street (Kill-MAR-nick) and take a right. Go all the way to the end, which is an athletic field I played on with The Flames softball team (ta-da!) and go all the way across the field (heading for the left field side of the far diamond) which will bring you to a small patch of woods and a friendly little bridge which crosses what some folks laughingly call a stream. It's just a thirty yard walk in the woods then and when you come out of the woods, there's the museum! You'll be at the back of it, though, so walk around to the right for the front or side entrance.

To my amazement, she actually made it there. Not only that, she backtracked to the station afterward. Since I wasn’t entirely sure she’d still be alive, imagine my amazement when she called me at work and told me she was at the train station near my office! I told her I’d be right over to pick her up.

We had a fair amount of time to kill before picking up MY WIFE downtown, so I took Lime back to Marketing Messages and introduced her to a couple of folks. I showed her my office, and a few other boring things, and then we got back in the car and drove to Watertown where MY WIFE and I live.

I’m not quite sure why I took her there. I knew I wasn’t going to invite her inside because the place was a mess. But I took a photo of her standing by our front door, so I’ll show you that for no discernible reason.



I told Lime I was going to tie her up and put her in the basement while I went and picked up MY WIFE, but she thought I was joking. It’s no fun being a homicidal pervert if your victim laughs at you, so I skipped it and we drove downtown. On the way, I regaled her with all sorts of questionable trivia concerning Boston. I told her about Beacon Hill having once been covered with whorehouses, but now there’s only one, the place with the big golden dome on top.



(The 19th century whores cost less, the clientele were more satisfied after the transaction, and if you wanted a smoke once business was done, it wasn’t illegal to light up in their chambers. Otherwise, we like the system now.)

After picking up MY WIFE, we drove back to La Casa De Pedro in Watertown. It’s a very nice Venezuelan restaurant. We often eat there before going to the theater located next door. Once we were seated, we all ordered mojitos (which loosened things up considerably, as you might imagine) and we laughed pretty much continually from that point on.

I asked Lime about her trip to the museum. She liked it. I told her my favorite part of the collection was the Roman sculpture because there’s one bust that’s a dead ringer for Curly from The Three Stooges.

(That’s true. It doesn’t have a nose – for some reason, folks seem to have gotten a thrill from hammering off the noses of statues back in the day – but otherwise it’s an uncanny resemblance. I just pretend he lost his schnozz when Moe whacked him with a crowbar or something,)

I then asked her if she saw the sculpture, by the side entrance, which looks like a big pile of dicks. She laughed, said she was sorry she missed that one, and then theorized that it might go well with some of Georgia O’Keefe’s stuff.


V-Day Flower by Georgia O'Keefe

(The sculpture may not be there anymore. I don’t know how you could miss it. Honestly, the first time I saw it? I felt utterly small and inadequate. The thing resembles nothing more than fifteen or twenty giant bronze schlongs all tangled together and aiming off in different directions. The artist gave it some title other than “Big Pile Of Dicks”, but almost everybody who sees it knows what he was thinking.)

We had some wonderful food and shared funny stories. Lime is one of the most convivial fools it has ever been my pleasure to break bread with. We didn’t mean to break it, and we offered to pay for it, but…

(Wait a minute. I think I made that same joke when writing concerning the first time we met and had a meal. If you’re dissatisfied and want your money back, see me outside after the blog.)

MY WIFE regaled us with stories of ill treatment by her family when she was younger, including wonderful games played by her brother and sisters, such as “Mean Hairdresser” (that one consisted of rolling up a brush in the hair and then yanking hard) and “Beat Up Day”, which, to be fair, was shared equally by all four of the children. Each of the siblings had one day when they could be beaten, unmercifully and without retaliation, by the other three. MY WIFE’s older sister, being the eldest, chose Leap Day. Her other sister’s beat up day was Labor Day, while her brother’s beat up day was Saint Patrick’s. MY WIFE’s was Sunday.

(I’m never quite sure how much of MY WIFE’s stories to believe. In addition, it just occurs to me that I should probably be worried what she says about ME when I’m not around.)

We were having such a good time, we forgot to take any photos. Just so you don’t get too bored, here’s one of what happened the last time Lime visited us and she ordered a glass of water with extra lemon.


After dinner, and while waiting for coffee and dessert to arrive, MY WIFE pulled some lottery scratch tickets from her purse. They were of a type called “Cashwords”, which basically… well, first it would help it you had one to look at for reference.


MY WIFE and I like to buy these lottery tickets because they at least give you a few minutes of entertainment before you lose your money. See the section marked “Your Letters”? You uncover one letter at a time and then, if you see that letter, you scratch it off in the larger puzzle. If you’re able to uncover three or more complete words, you win. The more words you uncover, the more you win.

Now, of course, you only get 18 letters in the “Your Letters” section, and the 8 letters you don’t get are generally the ones you need. However, it’s still fun because of something we’ve added to the game. When we uncover a letter, we verbalize the sound of that letter each time we find it in the larger puzzle. For instance, if I uncover an “A” and MY WIFE, on her card, uncovers a “T”, I go “Ayyyyyyyy, Ayyyyyyyy, Ayyyyyyyy” while I’m scratching off the puzzle letters, while she goes “Tih, Tih, Tih”, and it’s hard not to laugh because you sound like a couple of idiots.

We’ve bought these scratch tickets for other people occasionally and explained the rules about having to make the sounds as you uncover the letters, but nobody we’ve done it with has ever taken to it so quickly and with such gusto as Lime did. The three of us sat there in the middle of the restaurant going “Oh, Oh, Oh”, “Eee, Eee, Eee”, and “Guh, Guh, Guh”, and the totality of the sound was not unlike that which would have been made by three retarded nymphomaniacs. I’m not sure how this affected the other patrons, but it did us a world of good.

MY WIFE only ordered coffee after dinner, but Lime and I each had a flan. Mine was your standard issue, but hers was chocolate. We decided we’d each like a taste of the other person’s, so we fed each other some. It was somewhat embarrassing acting like a couple of 13-year-olds on a date while MY WIFE was sitting there watching us, but we’re happily married and so is Lime in case her husband is reading this, so, while it was somewhat titillating, it was entirely innocent.

Full of good food (and with MY WIFE having uncovered five words on her scratchie, so we were ahead of the game) we drove Lime back to cousin’s place in Brookline. Once again, it had been a great pleasure to share a day with her. She really does have a delightfully warped sense of humor, so despite my not having been able to tie her up in the basement and ravage her at my leisure, it was still an enjoyable evening. We hope to someday travel down to her area and do stuff. We like to imagine what she could possibly be like in her natural habitat.

Really, Lime – no joke – you’re one of the most pleasant and entertaining people with whom we’ve ever shared a meal. I think this photo, from our first meeting, says it all.



Soon, with more better stuff.



39 comments:

haphazardlife said...

And Boston will never be the same.

lime said...

truly, my ONLY disappointment about my visit to boston this time is that i missed the big pile of dicks. you just know if i'd seen it i would have taken a picture and posted it along with some ribald comments of my own.

i had an absolutely wonderful time with you and YOUR WIFE. i adore you both. the food was delicious, the game was hilarious, the company could not have been more delightful. it's deeply gratifying to be able to act like a retarded nymphomaniac in public and have the folks i am with approve rather than threaten to fit me for a nice wraparound jacket with clasps in the back.

i truly hope you and YOUR WIFE can make it down to my neck of the woods some day so i can return the favor. admittedly we don't have an art museum or even a big pile of dicks (well, unless you count the governor and his cohorts but they are fairly artless) but i'd relish the chance to introduce you to the local flora and fauna.

i promise not to tie you up in my basement.....mainly because i don't have a basement.

Daryl Edelstein said...

Now I am so envious ... I guess I must make my annual trek to Burlington to visit my friends and get to see you .. Lime, if you are ever in NYC I'd love to meet you

Quirkyloon said...

Gee with the potential promise of being locked up in your basement I just can't see why we all are NOT lined up to see ye!

HA!

Glad you had a nice visit! *smile*

Craig said...

(*sigh*)

I am so envious. . .

(*sigh*) (*again*)

Now, I'm always a little suspicious of those high-falutin' 'museums' whose names make for nice acronyms like 'MOFA', that have Georgia O'Keefe stuff hangin' all over the place. . .

Uh-huh. . . I unnerstand. . .

Sandi McBride said...

Now I'm seriously considering leaving my neck of the woods and heading for yours...looking forward to that office tour, lol!

Clare Dunn said...

I am also green with envy!!! I've always wanted to meet LIME!

:)

In all Sincerity, I've always wanted to meet YOUR WIFE, too.

xoxoxo, cd

Stephen Hayes said...

It's great that you two got on so well. And your wife is a keeper for not letting her nose get pushed out of shape over your harmless frolicking.

Buck said...

Two Bloggers Dine Together; World Survives

Are you SURE that's not "Women and Minorities Affected Most?"

Shrinky said...

Haaaaaaaa, now that kind of a blogger can come over and visit with me any day (er, no - no - I said NO, Sully, not you, I'm talking about HER, okay? Oh, well alright, I s'pose you could come along too, one day)!

Isn't it a wonder, when two long-term fellow bloggers actually get to meet up in the flesh together? Oh, hang on, sorry, that basement thingie didn't quite actually happen, did it?

I'm having my own sleepover with a complete Canadian-blogger stranger come August - I can hardly wait! Well, she's not a stranger in cyberspace, we've known each other for years out here (and I'm gonna' frisk her for knives before she sets foot through the door).

Suldog said...

Shrinky (and others) - Why doesn't anyone ever want to go down into my basement? I use only the finest quality of ropes, and I feed my captives as much oatmeal as they want. Maybe I should cook it first?

Uncle Skip, said...

What I wanna know is how did Lime know which one of Mr. T's trains to ride to get to the Fenway stop?

Not to digress, but that reminds me of the start of a joke:
"What's a Henway?"
"About two pounds without the feathers."

I always thought MoFA was the Museum of Food Anomalies? That's not one of the more "high-falutin'" ones.

Uncle Skip, said...

Mmmmmmmmmmm! Oatmeal

Michelle H. said...

While the basement thing is tempting, because I like oatmeal, I'm afraid the Overlord may not behave herself since she is getting her upper teeth in and would be able to chew through the ropes. Plus side for me, but not so for you.

Someday, I hope to see your neck-o-the-woods.

notactuallygod said...

You ought to run a caption contest with that final photo, just for your own amusement. (You have thick skin, right?)

IT (aka Ivan Toblog) said...

There's a place like the Beacon Hill over in Fernley, NV, or is it Yerington? ...and there's always that place on Hwy 99 north of Chico. What gripes me is ya gotta either rent a car or grab a taxi because the public transportation sucks. I mean Greyhound won't stop just anywhere.

ethelmaepotter! said...

"The 19th century whores cost less, the clientele were more satisfied after the transaction, and if you wanted a smoke once business was done, it wasn’t illegal to light up in their chambers." THAT is hilarious!!!!!!
Do you have one of those stretchy-table things in your dungeon...uh basement? Before I began shrinking in my old age, I topped out at 5'1'', so I may benefit from a visit. I will even furnish my own oatmeal.
Notes to self for upcoming Boston visit: bring camera for pics of THE WIFE'S expression when Sully and I feed each other bites of flan; bring stick to fend off Big Pile of Dicks; bring Silly Putty to replace Curly's nose. (I would use clay, but we need something that would shape and affix quickly and, well, it being a Stooge it cried out for Silly.)
Boston may NOT survive after my visit, but I'm willing to test it. If it dies, it dies.

Hilary said...

Awww I love that you and YOUR WIFE got together with Lime again. Next time you just need to set up a video to record the event. We'd all pay to see that.

Kat said...

I was a little scared for Boston knowing the three of you would really get along famously with your twisted senses of humor. Glad to see Boston is still standing. ;)

messymimi said...

And if either of you ever get down toward south Louisiana, we can "pass a good time" here.

silly rabbit said...

I like this way of showing the comments. I care deeply. Thank you!

Ha! I knew that you all would have a wonderful time. Crazy people generally do and you and lime seem to have a nice touch of the crazies. I admire that by the way.

Maggie May said...

So pleased that you and Lime got on so well and that she didn't take your threats seriously!
I recently met up with a lovely local blogger who I've been corresponding with for 4 yrs, too and found it an enjoyable experience!

Maggie X

Nuts in May

i beati said...

Sounds like fun- Boston Reds winning some !!

coopernicus said...

Excellent. Glad you and Limey had fun. I love the gargoyle foto in front of the Pleasant Cafe neon....

Crystal Jigsaw said...

I've met up with a few bloggers over the years and have formed some good friendships. Sounds like you had a fabulous time!

CJ x

kathryn magendie said...

Just stopping by to wave to you and say a hearty helloooooooooooooo!

Just Stuff From a Boomer said...

It's always fun to meet old friends but meeting new friends is exciting. Especially new friends taht you've known for a while.

Jenn Flynn-Shon said...

I definitely care (in response to your comment format question...which has probably been there for a month & I'm just getting around to responding now, sorry, I'm slow on the uptake sometimes).

You actually made me insanely nostalgic for Boston with this whole post which is probably somewhat weird since we'd never met while I lived there and I haven't been to 1/2 the places you wrote about. Though, my favorite creepy thing outside the MFA was the giant baby heads. And I know I missed out on a fun meal & that its definitely my loss for not having the cajones to have just said "hey, the 4 of us should get together."

My one & only question however is how could you say this in the opening paragraph?
"obviously fruitless attempt"

It wasn't fruitless at all, there was a Lime involved...

Cleary Squared said...

YOUR WIFE was a good sport in hanging out with yourself and Lime. Great that you all had a good time.

I play Cashword all the time, especially the Super Cashword and $1M Cashword. Still trying to win that $500 prize, although I've won $200 a couple of times...

Uncle Skip, said...

This way is better than the pop-up (or whateveryacallit) ...although I'm kinda partial to the one with the reply thingy (so I can obviously ignore some comments on my blog IYKWIM)

Karen said...

Of course I care. Yep, I like this comment form better. What a delightful meeting - so glad you had a great time!

Barbara Shallue said...

So much fun!! And what a coincidence that we both met up with fellow bloggers this past week!

The Good Cook said...

LOL. LOL... what fun!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Your photo together is a hoot! It looks like you two had a great time together despite NOT being locked in the basement.

Happy weekend, jj

Shammickite said...

Terrific stuff... lots of fun to meet a real life blogger! I've met one (and his wife) and it was a blast! So next time I'm in Boston (if I am ever in Boston some time during the next fifty years) I am definitely contacting you and we're going out on the town (with your WIFE).

Shammickite said...

Terrific stuff... lots of fun to meet a real life blogger! I've met one (and his wife) and it was a blast! So next time I'm in Boston (if I am ever in Boston some time during the next fifty years) I am definitely contacting you and we're going out on the town (with your WIFE).

Shammickite said...

Terrific stuff... lots of fun to meet a real life blogger! I've met one (and his wife) and it was a blast! So next time I'm in Boston (if I am ever in Boston some time during the next fifty years) I am definitely contacting you and we're going out on the town (with your WIFE).

CiCi said...

I can see why you and your wife get along so well with Lime, like warped minds that you all are. It is fun to hear about your adventures. Well, everything you do turns out to be another adventure.

Carolina said...

And when you all were doing the vocals while playing the word game, the people at adjoining tables were 'having what they are having' (you know, when Harry met Sally?).

Mara (do you remember Mara from when I went over there to help her in the garden and she had the ugliest curtains ever?) stayed the night here a couple of weeks ago. Fortunately we don't have curtains she can hate. She might have hated the fact that we don't have curtains though. Anyway, it really is fun to actually meet people from Blogworld. Even if they want to lock you in their cellar and feed you oatmeal. I guess ;-)