Pretty Fly for a White GuyPosted: February 10, 2008
So, when you’re a married-with-children 38-year-old male, you love hearing the following:
“You’re mackin’ it.”
Even if you don’t know what it means. And, even as you write this, you don’t know if you spelled it right.
But, yes, for two hours yesterday, I was mackin’ it.
“If I am, in fact, mackin’ it,” I said, “what does it mean?”
“You’re one guy here with two women,” Molly said.
Yes, indeed, I thought. I am mackin’ it.
You see, by nature of the fact that I might just be the coolest married-with-children 38-year-old, I had the pleasure of being a (very small) part of what’s known around here as …. hmmm…. creative juices don’t fail me now…let’s see:
Clolly — nope.
Mollink — nope.
These Little Heights — nope.
Such Great Moments — Bingo! Such Great Moments.
Or, the weekend Molly and Clink met.
As you probably know, since a lot of you read them, they were meeting for the first time. I had the chance to meet Clink briefly and assured them both that this would be something incredible.
And, apparently, it was. I won’t tell any more of my part of the story, because I’m sure there will be great stories told by both of them.
But, when I arrived for lunch, they were seated at the far end of the restaurant. I saw them both for an instant before Clink spotted me, and I have to tell you, they looked like two friends who had known each other forever. And, when I joined them, it felt like three old friends. It was just a really great time featuring nachos, lobster mac and cheese, shrimp pizza, a reuben and the most horrible waiter known to man.
And, during dinner is when I popped my surprise — a note from PB & Razz wishing a happy weekend filled with ‘yummy love from Chicago.’
If you’ve read PB & Razz, you no doubt know about her Chocolate Yummy recipe she raves about. Well, I subtly dropped a hint a month or so ago about how great it would be to have some for this occasion. And, didn’t she come through?! She sure did. It was an effort appreciated by the three of us.
And, let me just say, there couldn’t be a more aptly named dessert than Chocolate Yummy.
So, we shared a lot of laughs and had a great lunch. And then, this 38-year-old was on his way home while the two twenty somethings were off to do girl stuff — whatever that is.
But while they were doing whatever it is they were doing, I could be assured of one thing. For two hours on Saturday, I was mackin’ it.