Alright, I already know what you're going to say. But then again, maybe you don't know me.
In my defense, there is a legitimate reason for the "return of the Vern". It's always the same...
I need a ride to LAX.
There are only two (2) things I can't do. Change a tire and drive myself to LAX.
Vern visited me last weekend after a month long European vacation. He went everywhere, as usual. Vern in Europe brings to mind imagery strongly associated with an episode of The Beverly Hillbillies. Yep, there's Jethro shooting a neighbours cat for "viddles". His belt is up a little too high. And wha? It's made of rope?
That's how I see Vern.
I wasn't that interested as he regaled me with his travels to The Old Course, somewhere in Ireland, Istanbul, England, Italy.....beyond feeling a vague pinch of jealousy. I should be in Europe. Vern should be in Arkansas.
Anyway, he noted that I was dating alot and looked happy. After a couple of days he asked me out for dinner. At dinner I would ask for "the ride". Not the kind of ride he would want, mind you.
We went on a Progressive dinner. We started at Gulfstream in Corona Del Mar for cocktails and appetizers. Then Bamboo Terrace for Sake and more Appetizers. (Awesome). Then we finished at PORT in Corona del Mar.
Vern was always and is still always good for a great dinner with tons of wine and....er....very little conversation. (Not what you're thinking.)
Tonight I ride to LAX.
I won't see Vern again. Until....well, I find a reliable shuttle service.
Final thought: Please God, don't ever let the men I date find my blog. Amen.