Wherein Bry misses Romie.

Today is a Sunday and in the Sundays of yore, today would be a day that I traditionally awoke mid-morning, hoed it up and hauled my junky face downtown to meet RF and AA for some dim sum after they finished with tennis.

We would bitch about all the tranny messes they encountered at tennis and be mean to each other as we ate food that I couldn't name, and couldn't identify, but tasted delicious.

Then we would find the closest pastry shop (no I-phone app needed, RF has a pastry GPS chip in his head). After that we might see a movie, walk around or hang out at someone's house.

Those were the days.

Now I'm on my way to work. I didn't eat breakfast, let alone some tasty Asian cart buffet. And I am the tranny mess.

What I miss most about RF is the ability to sit in companionable silence and then suddenly ask a question that seems to be the middle of a conversation and he responds and knows exactly what am I talking about.

Le sigh.

I will leave you now with some text messages we just exchanged.


Me: Who is playing?
RF:Venus. She has a cute dress on. Lacey with a flesh tone panty. It looks like she's underwearless.
Me: Oh how I love you.



RF: What would you rather see, Robin hood or Iron man?
Me: Iron Man
RF: Did you see robin hood?
Me: No. But I hate russell crowe.
RF: Because of the phone thing?
Me: No. Cuz he is an ass and his head is too big. Like he literally has a huge head. That scares me.