Rev Big Daddy Bear and Fermat

There was something I was suppose to do today…

I woke to the news that SharkBoy will be taking a few forced days off in the form of a civil servant strike. Know that the media really isn’t displaying the union’s demands in full light (it’s easier to just say “it’s about benefits” and move onto displaying the public’s indignation) and that while we both don’t support the strike 100% (who does?) I can understand why they’re defensive towards these “sick days”.

Was I suppose to call someone?

I went to the gym and on the walk there I noticed evidence that the unions had gone ahead and covered up the garbage cans with cling wrap. Oh that will work! My my my! Considering how garbage was piled chest height in public parks during the last time, this deterrent will certainly keep people from dumping their trash. No, the cling wrap won’t be torn open and heaped higher than the Will.I.Am/Perez drama. Ba-zing!

Was I suppose to send someone something?

After, we sped through laundry and got our asses down to City Hall so that SharkBoy could register for picket line duty. Strikers were offered locations to walk the line, as it were. We questioned where Cherry and Commissioner Streets were and thankfully he didn’t choose that location because that’s where the most “action” is going on – yelling, arguing, car-bumping of strike line walkers. No, he chose to walk in front of the building he loves the most in the city: City Hall itself. It was funny to see on the news that at 8am this morning, the strike walk circle was as wide as an Olympic-sized swimming pool and by the time we got there, the circle had tightened up to something the size of the crazy-man prisoner circle from Midnight Express. SharkBoy has his iPhone and sunblock all ready for tomorrow – 4 shifts of 4 hours for a minuscule fraction of his wages. Here comes rent!

I should check my emails…

When we got back from a leisurely walk from City Hall, we sat down to dinner and finished up The Mist on the PVR. Something was nagging me though. Something electronic… I checked my email and found a note from the visiting fermat and his husband, Rev Big Daddy Bear. We were suppose to have dinner… CRAP!!

Aren’t I the gracious host! They tell me they’re coming to town and I suggest dinner – then forget like an Alzheimer’s patient off his meds. I’ve been promising myself to make new friends this year and things like this just blew my new years resolution out of the water. I call and tried not to sound 1 inch tall and make arrangements for a fast dinner and ice cream.

Gifts from Afar

We eventually met up and had dinner. I have to say that it’s an utter shame that these two don’t live in town, I could see the four of us hanging out a lot more. “fermat” is from the east coast and brings a unassuming warmth and friendliness that was fun to experience. Example: he’s been a long time reader (he quoted a blog post from last year) and brought me a gift bag of robots and a shark for SharkBoy. His husband was just as nice and interesting and had the sexiest laugh lines around his eyes. You could tell he smiled a lot.  It was over way too fast. My fault for forgetting the original meeting time. I’m sorry guys!

I hope that we can meet up again and if we ever get out there, consider us on your doorstep!