Una fiesta mexicana

I was tempted to blog this in Spanish because I'm feeling pretty Mexican right now, but decided not to.

The Guy and I spent a good portion of the afternoon im'ing each other on AIM. He asked me what I was doing last night and I told him looking for any excuse to get away because the carpet goes in on the house today and I didn't want to have to move furniture, clean, or help get ready. I had my stuff packed and ready to go, so I wasn't about to help my mom with any of her stuff, which I knew would end up happening. He said come over after he went to the gym. He calls me a couple times more and lets me know that Josh can't train him, so he would go to the gym late with Joe and I could come over anytime.

The Guy kept asking me via AIM or calling if I was coming. I kept saying no, Chris was here. Chris is my mom's hairdresser's son and does construction. He is retiling the bathroom shower and installing new commodes for us. The Guy sent me texts where he was joking around telling me how to flirt with Chris. He told me to walk into the bathroom only wearing scrubbing bubbles, tell him my toilet and his commode could get together. Or I could tell him he was "bowl"ing me over with his expertise, or I liked his "CAN"do attitude.

Anyways, after Chris left I said hello to my parents because they arrived shortly after, then took off for The Guy's place. I left at 4:30 and got over there about 5:30. He was still at the gym with JoeJoe.He told me to go in, make myself warm and comfy on the phone, then we'd head out to dinner. I go in, make myself warm and comfy. I sit on the couch and then about 5 minutes later I hear The Guy in his Mrs. Doubtfire voice yelling "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey." He comes in doing a fake jog, then we open our arms and embrace and he told me how glad he found me safe and sound. Then he continued using the voice and said JoetoJoe and him were going to the Farmers Market for food, and wanted to know if I wanted to come.

I got in the back seat, then we were off. On the way The Guy was asking me how things went with Chris, then we talked about things like Prop 8 (the gay marriage initiative here in California), and my date #2.

In the Farmers Market we start over by the bread. The Guy asks what we want. I declare I am having a BAD cheese craving. I needed cheese. Joe says he could do alfredo, but The Guy says it is too unhealthy. We look and pick up random cheeses, then walk to the meat where The Guy picks up some pork chops. Joe declares he doesn't eat pork because he sees how inhumanely pigs are treated. Then Joe suggests tacos. MMMMM. Yes, that was the answer. The Guy goes over to the deli counter for readymade taco mix. Then we fluctuate back and forth for a few minutes trying to determine whether we wanted fajitas, carne asada, or tacos. Joe says ground beef tacos or fajitas. The Guy says hell no to the ground beef. The Guy asks if we like steak. We do. He picks up 2 ORGANIC New York steaks for about $20. Joe declares organic meat is kind of an oxymoron because there is a lot less regulation of organic meat than other things. He said organic produce is definitely more worth it, then went off on studies he has read about that being the vet student he is. We head over to get already sliced lettuce for tacos, a few green peppers, red peppers, and yellow peppers, some red onions, and ready made salsas. The Guy buys at least $20 in salsas ranging from fresh bean dip to chipotle, to pico de gallo con piñas (pineapples). The Guy grabs his smoothie fruits, refried beans, and a few other things. Then we head over to the tor-till-uhs. There we argue over how many, corn or flour, what size, and the like. Joe had his heart set on mini flour to keep with the fajita theme. The Guy wanted large packages and both corn and flour. I was partial to the larger flour. Finally we decided on a small 12 count corn and 2 dozen small flour. We go to the check out and totally joke with a guy and his son about taking cuts in front of us- once we let them do that, they'll open up another checkstand just for us and all of our groceries, so really we're not saving him time. It was funny because that happened.

In the checkout Joe was talking about how The Guy is so wasteful for asking for plastic bags. The Guy said hush. Joe talked about how he was still upset The Guy bought some random stuff. The Guy joked he was going to kill Joe. The woman checking us out was a little Asian woman and she just stood there with her eyes wide and said "oh." The filippino girl bagging was also laughing. When we left the checkout lady said "here's your receipt, I'm going to stand back." The girl bagging said she was a witness if anything happened. The Guy and Joe laughed.

On the way home The Guy gets an e-mail from a porn shop he buys stuff from advertising new products. He bought a lot of bondage stuff recently like a mouth plug, butt plugs, dildos, masks, stuff to tie someone up, etc. This e-mail was for new slings that start as low as $39.95. The Guy shows the e-mail and enlarges the pics on his phone. Joe is really conservative and uptight about sex and I could see he was uncomfortable, but really curious. He asked how the stuff was used, what a threesome was like, and stuff like that.

We get back to The Guy's place and he plays boss. He tells Joe to hand him the groceries, I can put the groceries away, and The Guy would stand around being boss. We get all of this done, I take the trash out, then The Guy has me start cutting the peppers up, Joe chops the onions since I pass on that job. The Guy then gives me the cheese to shred. We have probably 3 pounds of cheese to shred. We had colby, monterey jack, and sharp cheddar. The Guy later declares I did the best shredding he has ever seen. He cherished it. When Joe finishes the onions, The Guy sautees them and cracks open a bottle of wine. We had to get some good wine for this Friday night cooking extravaganza, so The Guy got the one with the bear breathing fire logo on it. It was a white chardonnay. I didn't think that kept in theme with the fiesta, but that was just me. The onions are done pretty quickly and so are the peppers, so The Guy adds the New York steak and chipotle seasoning for our steak fajitas.

When dinner is ready we take everything over to the coffee table. It is full. The Guy gets out the tequila because we needed something more authentic for the atmosphere. I sip that conservatively. Tequila is not my favorite thing. It is nasty. We sip that, eat, talk about how delicious it was, and watch "Baby Mama." We laugh, joke, and eat. There is soooo much food. I have 4 or 5 fajitas. There was sooooooooo much leftover.

The Guy and Joe talk about their AT&T account. The Guy added Joe to his account, so he wanted to make sure he was paid up. The Guy then decides since his dad is cutting costs he can no longer afford to have his backup $170 per month 2nd DSL connection. The Guy calls Time Warner to go with them for phone service and told us his mom pays that bill because he convinced her it is his internet company (and not his cable company), so it is used for business.

The Guy said he wanted to try out some of the gear he got like the bondage tape, so he runs to his bedroom, then comes and starts tying me up while I'm still dressed. He takes my shirt off, does my hands behind my back. Then he pulls my pants down, ties up my legs at the ankles. Then he carries me to the bedroom, tells Joe to come. The Guy sucks Joe off and I watch. The Guy plays and sucks my dick also. Not a lot of hot and heavy, just sucking. Joe wouldn't go further and I was 100% fine with that. We hang around until 1:30a.m. I get home at 2:15a.m.