
Journal SolemnDragon's Journal: Smooch and the Rev 15
I'm home sick today, which seems a good opportunity to finally pen an entry about wednesday's dinner. Sans pics, because i haven't gotten as far as posting them. I wanted the other guys to have the first chance at writing, but figure they've had that chance.
So, here goes.
Originally, these two invited blinder and i out to dinner, but i managed to coax them into coming by instead, so i'd have more spoons to offer, being at home.
The RevMike is a charming- and i mean VERY charming- guy, who alternates between quiet and loud. I'll get to that. For now, just know that he doesn't show up without charm and grace. You immediately get the sense that he's the grownup in the room, which must be weird for him but is a profound relief for everybody else. We blinked, smiled, and thought, "At least there's a grown-up along."
But not the stuffy kind of grownup. This is the kind who can get you into trouble you NEVER could have thought of on your own!!!
The smoochybear- btlzu2 (see? I got it.) is exactly the opposite. He's a big blonde maniac with a crazy grin, a lot of enthusiasm, and what they both have in common is a wild sense of humour and hearts the size of texas- they are both absolutely the kind of people you want around. Within ten minutes i felt like i'd known them for years, and not in that, "gee, time is dragging," way.
No, this evening was way, waaaaay too short.
We had food- gouda and gloucester, with some pesto, tapenade, and blue corn chips- and ate and chatted, and then i made dinner- a stirfry with noodles, and a salad with balsamic vinegar and olive oil, and some tangerine juice (just try it sometime, before you argue.) Then i sat down, cause my foot is still hurt.
And the talk continued.
We talked, of course, about y'all, and how we love you, and how we need to meet sam and lou and i need to see sparky4 and go back to texas, and so on.
We talked about how btlzu2 and wifedesmoochy met. And how blinder and i met, making it very convenient for people to meet both of us at once.
Revmike is... loud, and quiet. THat is to say, he's a wiseass who can fit in around here, but he is also observant, well-balanced, and thinks a lot more than he says. There's a sophistication about him that isn't about trying to be clever, it's about thought. And i like that. He's the sweet kind of person who also seems to get things done- and he does it in a discreet way so that no one realises who's really guiding the events of the evening.
He was the first to take pictures. The first to share pictures, the first to share contact info, the first to introduce audio and recording, and he did it so smoothly you wouldn't have realised that the ideas were all coming from him. It's very remarkable. Good leaders are hardly noticed for it at all- i like this guy.
SMOOCHY. Oh, my goodness. How to describe him?
He's exactly like he sounds. Only far more coherent about it.
This guy has an irrepressible, infectious laugh, a chicago accent, and a boundless enthusiasm for the human experience. He means it. He knows how much trouble it is, and how overblown his enthusiasm sounds, and has no problem with that. It's amazing how much he cares, and it just comes off him in waves. He has more energy than any 3 other people i know, and just bounces around, zorba the greek style, enjoying everything. He brings out the best in us all because of it- how can you argue? You can't. You smile, and you go with it.
So we all followed RevMike, and Smoochy carried us.
It was a lovely evening. They had some cherry vodka- and i am going to have to head down to NY soon with some for revMike, who would not carry any away- and i sent some away with Smoochy. I am sure i'm forgetting to mention a thousand details of the evening, (i read them 'harold and the dragon,' and there's nothing i like so much as a captive audience) and i'm sure it annoyed the neighbours when we started playing the music and i started singing at about midnight.
there are some splendid pics i need to post, or SOMEBODY needs to post, of blinder and so on.
A splendid time was had. They went off to their hotels and we crashed after cleaning up what we thought was most important. (not much.)
Yes, they both offered to help with the dishes before leaving. I was impressed.
So... yes. These are two who are welcome in my house anytime. Thank you for dropping by and for being in the journal circle to start with.
[robvoice] ILOVEYOUGUYS!!!! [robvoice]
Friends like these make the whole trip better.
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I want William Shatner cast as the Rev.
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SolemnDragon described Rob perfectly....
"This guy has an irrepressible, infectious laugh, a chicago accent, and a boundless enthusiasm for the human experience. He means
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I'm solemndragon, you've met smoochy. Did he explain how he came to be known as smoochybear? If not, get him to, because while not as entertaining a story as you'd think, it at least will make him blush when he has to fess up to the nickname.
Blame ethelred. Everyone else does.
Basically, we're a group with 17 class clowns, a bunch of do-gooders, a bunch of do-evilers, and a lot of bad poetry (mine) and some really great poetry (other people's.)
You'll fit in fine. Welcome aboard.
(Any fri
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Thanks again
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(Be sure to read the first linked stuff in the journal entry.)
So it was my fault! Muahahahahaha*kaff*kaff*ha!
Cheers,
Ethelred
PS: I once had El Smooch's PDA for a day, because he was foolish enough to leave it at my uncle's place in Ohio, so I hacked it. You wouldn't believe what I found on it. Or what I put on it.
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As Lord and Master of All, naturally everything is ultimately my fault. However, as Lord and Master of All, I also get to pass the blame on to others.
So it's all Teh Smooch's fault.
Cheers,
Ethelred
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Whatever RevMike said about me, well, that bastard better not kiss and tell.
Cheers,
Ethelred