It's My Friday and I'll Smile if I Want To

Today is Thursday. But because tomorrow is my Friday off, today feels like my Friday. And so I am smiling today.

Last night, the apartment building I moved into hosted an Oktoberfest party in the club room. Nick and I went together to check it out.

It was a nicely organized party. Theme related food was fun (German Chocolate cake, German Style Potato Salad, german cold cuts and a fun pretzel bread...yum!) and they hired a gourmet wine and beer place to provide a table with 10 different styles of beer. I could have done without with the German accordian music, but it did add a certain festive air.

It was our first time getting a look at a big group of our neighbors. And an interesting bunch they were. The room was divided into three camps...one side held the young and the beautiful...lounging in their youthful splendor. The middle couches held the Urban contingency...the black and hip group looking trendy and fit. And huddled near the food was the Golden Oldies...ahh...my tribe at last! Nick stuck with me for the first 10 minutes of the party while I made a bee line for the nicest looking older man in the room. Phil, from Florida. Nice face...thining hair line...sexy voice like a broadcaster. Hmmm. Then, Nick struck out on his own for a while. I saw him sizing up the two remaining groups...but there didn't seem to be the Gay Mafia group anywhere in the room. Ahh...poor Nick. He stood for a while near the young and beautiful, and one of the taller women approached him. I laughed to myself as I saw his deer in the headlights look. After microsecond, he made eye contact with me and telepathically sent me the message "Save me...please..." but I stayed back for a few minutes, letting him squirm. I could see her interest in her face as she peered into his baby blue eyes. "Don't get too attached, Honey" I said in my brain as I approached them, to help extricate Nicky from her clutches. In this same group, blending in because of his thinness and hip black glasses, was Maurice. Yes...his name is MAURICE. Who in the hell names a skinny white boy Maurice? Maurice is 45ish (hard to tell), and at first, I totally thought he was gay. Looked like that blond funny guy on "Whose Line is it anyway?" However, as we talked, he revealed that he is an active duty Naval officer, with a 12 year old son, and an ex-wife back in Seattle. Now, none of this means he is NOT gay, but he was entertaining enough to hope.

We stayed for about an hour, and then bailed for dinner. We checked out the Thai food across the street (Bangkok 54) and we really enjoyed it. Nick was funny and charming at dinner.

It was a great evening.