We went out with the guy's last night, lovely Tom Vonage and his gorgeous boyfriend Matt, Fat Freddy who arrived in a bright orange, skin tight t-shirt which made him look like a swollen tangerine, David, Sam and I.
We always get together when David is in town.
We had to tell them about the covid scare, twice removed when we go there and we all sort of stepped back from one another as a result.
We sat on high stools at a high table and drank margaritas and ate Mexican food.
We’re all partnered up, even if Freddy never brings his boyfriend. David craves a partner but never seems to crack it for one. He likes asking us couple questions, it's kind of a vicarious situation, I think. You know, after he's had a few margaritas, I guess it is a bit sad, in a sense, if I think about it. We're all used to it, though. We laugh. He slurs.
We all hugged when we were saying good bye, the sentiment being it was unlikely we were going to catch covid anyway, twice removed. Not sure that is true.
David insisted we buy ice creams when the 3 of us were walking home, of course David did.
We watched Bad Samaritan, with David Tennent when we got home, it was the latest movie David had on repeat viewing at the minute. He watches things over and over when he likes them. It was an okay movie, it defied the time continuum several times, particularly at the end, but if you could over look that, it was pretty good. It was a thriller.
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