| April 23, 2003 - My friend K. |
| Dear Friends, I've mentioned my friend K. a couple of times in my web diary and how he has outrageous adventures. In my last entry I said that we once hung our fannies out the upstairs window of a bar to attract people in, until the bar back came and closed the window because the management was afraid we were going to fall out. Well, I've got to tell you a K. story that happened about four or five years ago. We were at a bar that had an upstairs terrace with tables where people could stand outside and drink and talk or whatever. Anyway, one of our favorite activities was to stand on the terrace and look over the edge at the people walking on the sidewalk. Now, mind you, we were looking at people not out of a sense of curiosity, but rather to make fun of them and criticize them. Usually we would already have had a few drinks in us so our critique sounded funnier than it probably actually was. So one day we were indulging in this activity for quite a while. I think we eventually went and bought gyros to eat and then went our separate ways. Anyhoo, K. went home and saw that the light on his answering machine was blinking, so he played back the message to see who had called. It was us! Apparently, while leaning up against the terrace railing, K. had pressed the speed dial on his cell phone and had called his own answering machine. It was thirty minutes of us making fun of people non-stop, saying things like "What in the hell is she wearing? She's way too heavy to wear lycra!" and "Somebody needs to tell him that knee socks are a no no!" Of course, K. had a humongous phone bill from it since he was charged per minute. But I'm sure the laugh was worth it; I just wish I had been there to hear the tape! Another time we were at a bookstore on a street corner. The bookstore was on the second level of a building and some of its windows looked out over a deserted street. The bookstore itself wasn't very busy and it was actually quite boring. So K. said, "You know, I've always wanted to moon someone. Keep an eye for me while I show my butt to the street." So I stood at the end of the bookshelves keeping guard while K. hiked his pants down and mooned the empty street! I think that was the same day that we ended up crying on one another's shoulders while sitting on some steps and sobbing out, "You're my best friend!" Then when we managed to stop crying, K. told me he had to be somewhere else and needed to go. But I convinced him to call the friend he was meeting to say that he wanted to have one more drink with me. But what K. did was to call his friend and tell him that I was having a nervous breakdown and he needed to stay with me to make sure I was OK! Anyway, I was thinking of all my K. stories because we're going out for a drunken brunch Sunday to celebrate my birthday. I'll be certain to report back on all our shenanigans! Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |