Saturday night I was out with my wifey Daniel and Staci for some late night grub at Palms Thai Restaurant, the home of Thai Elvis and only one of two places that I can stand Thai food (Mae Ploy being the other.) I don’t know if this is recent since I’ve not noticed it before, but there is a statue right by the stage of Thai Elvis. No shit.
Staci just moved back to town from the Bay Area, and while driving to Palms Wifey noted that all three of us now live with parental units again. We’re all in our 30s and living at home. I didn’t quite know what to think of it.
But since both Staci and Wifey are very inappropriate, it was nice having unselfconscious conversation discussing period poo, fire-rrhea and other things that would make others cringe at the dinner table.
Sunday I was really in no mood to do much of anything and blew off a booty call. Even though it had been a while since I’ve been fucked, the thought of being touched didn’t sit well with me. So after coffee I just called it a night and headed back home for some D’Angelo.