On Saturday night I found myself out on a date. A date that ended up in a cozy booth at my favorite place to dine; The Denver Diner in downtown Denver. A ginger bearded boy and I sat in a corner booth dining on pancakes. A scene right out of a gay Rockwell painting. It was the perfect step on a great night out. We sat and judged the endless supply of parading women, drunk and spent from partying in their tiny skirts and 6" heels. As I stared dreamily into my table mates deep blue eyes I heard screaming from the kitchen. "Get out!!!! Fire!!! Everyone out!!!!" I looked over to see the entire grill engulfed in flames. Leaving my pancakes, but grabbing my bearded boy, I attempted to beat out the murder of drunk girls, as I would assume they would be too slow in there cheap heels to make it to the door.*
As I escorted my date to the front door, I did have the head about me to bust into a rendition of one of Alicia Keys' songs. I blurted out,
"it's just a grill and it's on fire!"
"THIS GRILL IS ON FIRE!!!!"
There is no more proud moment in my life.
*The news reported that no whoreish girls were harmed in the fire. My pancakes were; however, a total loss.
The news link is here...
This post originally appeared on Steven Bennet's website Nice to See StevieB. Republished with permission.
