|Peenee is always a fashion plate.|
Well, I wish I had huge news, and I do.
The Husband and I had dinner with Mr. Peenee, Super Agent Fred AND the Diane von Austinburg last night at the Oceanaire in Harbor East.
The food was flawless, and the company even better.
If you have never eaten with Mr. Peenee, its really something to see. The boy can consume massive amounts of food, on par with competitive eaters. No crab cake was too large for him.
We talked about many things. The weather. The sweat soaked, glistening bodies of the shirtless young men sparkled running down the street in the early evening sun. The topic of Texas came up and so did humidity. I had my sidecars, and Super Agent Fred drank a Tidybowl, except the restaurant calls it an "Oceanaire". Well at Casa d' Cookie it would have come with a little plastic toy man in a boat floating on top.
And that was all before the second round of drinks came to the table. Then we talked about all of you.
Don't be afraid. The only person who was brought up that brought snarls and pity was the kook hermaphrodite Stalker who used to stalk Mr. Peenee and be horrible to Mean Dirty Pirate.
If I lived in Columbus I would have gone over to Witch Mary's house, a couple doors down from Pot Smoking Phil, and had her do a spell that would force said Stalker to walk around and proclaim to every stranger that he meets that "I'm a total dick" for all the uncomfortable oogies he's caused. Thats what I do for friends - I ask my witch friends to put curses on the ones who annoy them. So watch out.
If you ever have the chance to meet Mr. Peenee, DO IT. He's utterly charming, generous and surrounds himself with good people.