The best kind of friends are the ones willing to go up to a guy at a show all the way across the continent and kick him because he stood you up over a year ago. Or a member of his band did, they're hard to tell apart.
"It's the perfect revenge, there's no way it'll ever get back to you and we'll both feel better."
Posted by Sonya at March 5, 2003 11:16 AMHas the kicking happened yet?
Even if it did get back to you it would still be the perfect revenge, because how fun would it be to yell "My name is Inigo Montoya, you kicked my father!" and then kick the kicker in the shins?
We'd all end up with the best shin bruises ever.
Posted by: Ida at March 5, 2003 11:49 AMI kicked Freesia's secret boyfriend in the butt (all "accidental"-like) to get him to turn around and look at us. Does any kind of boy-kicking count for best-kind-of-friends points, or just revenge kicking?
Posted by: Mol at March 5, 2003 11:59 AMokay, 2 things.
The kicking would have happened last night
2: did you go to fred meyer without me last night?
2.5: Which Freesia's BF?
you guys are totally starting a FM club I can't join, arent you?
Posted by: sonya at March 5, 2003 12:04 PMI didn't read before I posted.
Almost any time you kick a strange boy, it counts. As long as it's risky in one way or another. kicking ben or paul or fetz or josh or SMcC or rick? Doesnt count. They'd just be like
"Gaa! Stop it! I'm carrying stuff here!" and josh will push you in the bushes.
I think Freesia clubbed at FM all by herself last night.
Please join our FM Fat Boy Club. This is a solemn invitation. If you do not join, I will kick Patrickt in the shins.
FM Fat Boy Club might have to meet this Sunday, benlau's birthday, and then play some shin-kicking TP.
Posted by: Ida at March 5, 2003 12:12 PMAnd we should invite the Shins.
Posted by: Ida at March 5, 2003 12:14 PMJetty Pants,
2) No. I'm assuming she went by herself and was guided by the wisdom of blog entries past.
2.5) Oh, I don't know. Some guy. When you came back after the final song, Freesia said he was her SBF and he was standing right in front of me while I was sitting on the retaining wall so I just gave him a little thunk on the butt and a "What, me...?" look when he turned around.
No FM club, far's I can tell. But we could start one.
Posted by: Mol at March 5, 2003 12:23 PMIs that Fat Boys or Phat Boyz?
Posted by: Mol at March 5, 2003 12:25 PMOkay, so I didn't MEAN to go to FM without you. I was almost home and I realized "Holy shit, I still haven't bought Ida's black costume tshirty thing" and I zipped around and headed to Frelard. The discovery of the glittery hoodie was purely accidental.
Mol kicked SBF#3 ... the kinda preppy blonde one. It was very slick, and it got him to turn around for better viewing. I think that merits points, even sans revenge. As for #3, well, he's out of luck. Good enough to fill the last slot - not good enough to win the big prize. That went to #1 of the evening, the dreamy bartender. Someone should warn him that I'm coming for 'im.
(O yes.)
Posted by: freesia at March 5, 2003 12:49 PMOh, it had better be Fat Boys. And it has to preceed each of our names. And we have to call each other by those names whenever we're at Fred Meyer, even if FM is actually Target.
Posted by: Fat Boy Ida at March 5, 2003 01:02 PMWhat if Fred Meyer is Walgreen's? Or Sephora? I totally put on makeup like a fat boy.
And SBF#3 may not have been cute enough, but he took his kicking like a man and that counts for something.
(I'm totally typing about kicking boys while I'm on a conference call with a vendor in Oregon and an engineer for the telecommunications team. I set it up but I have no idea what the hell they're talking about so I'm secretly reading weblogs while they negotiate over shred bins and wall racks and where to put the servers.)
Posted by: Fat Boy Molly at March 5, 2003 02:23 PMOh, he was plenty cute. He just wasn't as charming and rugged as SBF#1. Of course, if I'd had an actual conversation with him, I might have discovered otherwise.
Posted by: Fat Boy Freesia at March 5, 2003 03:19 PMi love it when friends jump in and stand up for you. i have a friend like that...she'll say "there's (boy who's been evil)...does he know about the foot up his ***?" i shrug and squirm. she tells me not to worry, he needs to know and she'll be subtle then she walks right up to him and tells him "you have a foot up your ***. stop making it my friend's problem." ah, the subtlety was lost on me...;)
Posted by: Ness at March 5, 2003 03:59 PMSee, this is just an example of how my subjective experience is totally different from everyone else's. 'Cause the last time I was going to put my foot in someone's ass for a friend three people who were also friends threw themselves in front of me in an effort to stop me, and one of them was actually hanging off my coat trying to slow me down. By the time I got where I was going the guy who needed a foot in his ass was safely inside a jeep. Of course the only reason this was "safely inside" instead of just "inside" is that it turned out I couldn't punch through the passenger's side window and I was just a little too drunk to remember to use my elbow.
I guess everything changes when you get to be over six feet tall.
Yeah, but joshy, lets think about it like this. The kick that's being delivered for me across the nation is similar in nature to the kicks I give you when we're walking up to Bimbo's. The kick you were ready to give out was capable of breaking a car window.
Also, I would have hung on to your coat too, (not for the guys sake because he was a walking anus) because I wouldn't want you to go to jail.
Posted by: sjet at March 5, 2003 04:25 PM