what's in a name?
weekend was fun. worked friday night, and saturday i got to hang out with my sister. YAY! i talked her and her husband into coming to the casino with us that evening. there is a new casino built on indian (feather not dot) land which allows us legally to have gambling in the state of oklahoma. WOOT! they had slots only for a while, but a few months ago they added tables and it's been a pretty happenin spot. so, being that my sis had never been to a casino, i started her off on slot machines. she played nickels at first, and i talked her into at least going to the quarter slots. i put $20 in one machine and just kinda showed her how to do it. yeah, i ended up making $200 off of that little beauty. gotta love that. i had it over 250 at one point, but wanted to play a little bit. when it got down to $200, i pulled out. not that i wanted to, mind you, but i didn't want to squander all of my modest winnings. we left there and i was the only winner of the night. yay me. we went out afterwards to a club and being the nice person i am, i paid for everyone's way in and bought a round of drinks. DJ was good, people watching was better. my sister is way more reserved than i am, and likes to sit down at a table and observe all night. when we get her to actually come out, i generally stay around her and keep her company as opposed to fluttering around. she was pointing out the pretty people (she has great taste) and getting a kick out of all the guys who came by and hit on us. 2 tall redheads are way more intriquing than one. *wink* anyway, we noticed a gal that was really just drop dead gorgeous. she was tall, brunette and very funky looking. her hair was short and all a mess, and she was dressed in what looked like vintage everything. i always wanted to dress like that, but never could pull it off. i went up to her later in the evening to compliment her on her beauty and she politely said "thank you!" and that was that. later, she came up to me and said, "you know, since you think i'm pretty - i've got a great idea. my brother is here and looks just like me... i'm sure you'll like him."
she was right.
he was a guy that my sis and i had pointed out earlier. he stands about 6'2, has black trendy ashton kutcher hair, and the most beautiful brown eyes i've ever seen. they're the color of the lighter brown plain M&M... you know the one? anyway, he came over and we talked for a while and he asked to give me his number. ummm, okay. twist my arm. he put the number in himself as it was loud in there and i didn't want to really be shouting to the world that i was getting hot guy's digits. :) he handed the phone back to me, and i said - "um, what's your name?" (we had been talking but never really discussed that important fact.) he was hesitant to reply and i thought it was kinda strange. then he quietly and with a roll of his eyes said,
" larry."
i am not kidding. usually i change names to protect the innocent on my blog, but i had to let you know what it really was. i mean, really..... larry? i'm so sorry if your name is larry, but that is one of my least favorite names in the entire universe. ugh. it's a good thing he's so good looking and fun, or i'd be done with it solely on the name thing. i know, how shallow of me. but ugh. it's like in the movie when harry met sally --- sheldon. ugh.
anyway, he called when he got home that night and we talked for over an hour. great conversation and we were both sober enough to remember it all. WOOT! i, of course, brought the name thing up and the conversation went something like this:
me: so, your name is really larry?
him: yes, i know. it's terrible.
me: what's your middle name?
him: larry.
me: and your first name?
him: *laughing* oh no. i don't know you well enough to tell you that information
me: that bad, eh?
him: well, i CHOOSE to go by larry, so that must tell you something....
he never told me, and i just dropped it for the time being. we met up last night, and i begged him to tell me. he laughed and said he'd let me guess. so, he told me it started with a "c."
me: clarence?
him: i wish.
me: hmmm, clyde?
him: nope. but it's about on that level.....
me: cecil?
*silence*
me: THAT'S IT, ISN't IT??
him: *look of disbelief on his face*
me: *giggling* CECIL??
him: where did you pull that from?? who our age even knows that name?!?!?
come to find out, he is a "jr" and it's really not his fault. he's the only boy, and his father desperately wanted a namesake. poor kid. he never had a chance.
so, i'm not sure what i'll call him - but it most certainly won't be larry or cecil. i told him i'd come up with a nickname for him after we'd been around each other for a while... but who knows..... i'm generally over them in a couple of weeks. if we don't end up dating - i'm sure i'll refer to him as "cecil larry junior" or "the guy who had that horrible name."
happy monday.
she was right.
he was a guy that my sis and i had pointed out earlier. he stands about 6'2, has black trendy ashton kutcher hair, and the most beautiful brown eyes i've ever seen. they're the color of the lighter brown plain M&M... you know the one? anyway, he came over and we talked for a while and he asked to give me his number. ummm, okay. twist my arm. he put the number in himself as it was loud in there and i didn't want to really be shouting to the world that i was getting hot guy's digits. :) he handed the phone back to me, and i said - "um, what's your name?" (we had been talking but never really discussed that important fact.) he was hesitant to reply and i thought it was kinda strange. then he quietly and with a roll of his eyes said,
" larry."
i am not kidding. usually i change names to protect the innocent on my blog, but i had to let you know what it really was. i mean, really..... larry? i'm so sorry if your name is larry, but that is one of my least favorite names in the entire universe. ugh. it's a good thing he's so good looking and fun, or i'd be done with it solely on the name thing. i know, how shallow of me. but ugh. it's like in the movie when harry met sally --- sheldon. ugh.
anyway, he called when he got home that night and we talked for over an hour. great conversation and we were both sober enough to remember it all. WOOT! i, of course, brought the name thing up and the conversation went something like this:
me: so, your name is really larry?
him: yes, i know. it's terrible.
me: what's your middle name?
him: larry.
me: and your first name?
him: *laughing* oh no. i don't know you well enough to tell you that information
me: that bad, eh?
him: well, i CHOOSE to go by larry, so that must tell you something....
he never told me, and i just dropped it for the time being. we met up last night, and i begged him to tell me. he laughed and said he'd let me guess. so, he told me it started with a "c."
me: clarence?
him: i wish.
me: hmmm, clyde?
him: nope. but it's about on that level.....
me: cecil?
*silence*
me: THAT'S IT, ISN't IT??
him: *look of disbelief on his face*
me: *giggling* CECIL??
him: where did you pull that from?? who our age even knows that name?!?!?
come to find out, he is a "jr" and it's really not his fault. he's the only boy, and his father desperately wanted a namesake. poor kid. he never had a chance.
so, i'm not sure what i'll call him - but it most certainly won't be larry or cecil. i told him i'd come up with a nickname for him after we'd been around each other for a while... but who knows..... i'm generally over them in a couple of weeks. if we don't end up dating - i'm sure i'll refer to him as "cecil larry junior" or "the guy who had that horrible name."
happy monday.
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