Yesterday afternoon, before the reunion:
The Ant has a problem, or let’s say an incomprehensive understanding of my geek fetish. I love geeks. As long as they’re smoking hot. And play with bits of machinery, computers and chemicals. That mixture of unassuming handsomeness mixed with a cutting and incomparable intelligence. I need a cold shower just writing this.
The Ant: Look at the geek on TV!
Peas: He’s gorgeous.
The Ant: Dude, what is UP with you finding geeks hot?
Peas: The passionate way they talk about their hard drives and get all intense-like.
The Ant: I like geeks, hell I’m going out with an engineer. But at least they get out every so often and build stuff.
Peas: Hey! IT geeks build stuff. Software.
The Ant: And that makes you horny?
Peas: Extremely. They have to be hot though, and look good in spectacles.
The Ant: Robbie in Home & Away makes you hot, why?
Peas: That devilish grin, how he fiddles on his laptop, actor-appeal.
The Ant: Bill Gates?
The Ant: You sure?
Peas: Dude! Give me some credit already. The guys who built Google are hot, not Microsoft Bill.
The Ant: But he has everything going for him.
Peas: Look at the guy on the TV – he’s a chemist. Bet he never leaves the lab. I’m getting horny just watching this.
The Ant: Dude he’s playing with test tubes.
Peas: And my tubes have just dropped.
The Ant: What?
Peas: You know. My fallopians.
The Ant: Fallopians don’t drop! Male testicles drop.
Peas: That’s what you think. I’m ready for sex. Right. Now.
The Ant: And the guy in the Coke ad that just came on TV?
Peas: Not a geek, but hot. Everything with three legs is hot right now.
The Ant: If I dismembered the coffee table in front of us of one of its legs, would you want to bonk it?
Reunion. Well I answered yesterday's question: my old headmaster does, in fact, have collective amnesia.
Now admittedly, he was only around for our matric year, but the man did not remember who we were. If we were quiet, well-behaved, insipid individuals, this may be excusable. But Class of '98 were none of those things. And last night was a good example of what we were then and what we have become now. We're the same, excatly the same.
Tequilas, being loud, singing the first two lines of our school anthem (then forgetting the rest thereafter), calling the headmaster his initials ("Oy! RD! Come over here and smash another tequila with us.") Oh my Gad. Completely out of hand. We were told copiously to keep the noise levels down.
Again, I see all of these people on an almost constant basis, so it really was just another day in the life of. C and I tottled out of there at an ungodly hour, and she confiscated my phone. I don't wanna talk about it.