Holy Saturday

Marky hosted us for an impromptu dinner on Saturday.  Dean and I did a little dance when we heard.  “Yey, free food!  Even better, gourmet food!”  I mean, this is a guy who has a framed autographed picture of Martha Stewart front-and-center on his bookshelf. That damned black-and-white photograph has been around since our early twenties.  Marc lives and breathes all things design, fashion, and cooking (all things gay).  His last status update was, “forgot how much I love watching Saturday morning cooking shows.”

Marc never fails to disappoint with his culinary skills: steak and potatoes, mushrooms and carrots.  I know that sounds totally generic, but I have no idea how to describe how perfect the meal was since I don’t cook and I don’t know what goes into making a good meal good.  Was it sautéed.  Which spices did he use.  I don’t know.  I just inhale.  I’ll simply say that it was amazing because it really was.  Four friends gathered around a perfect meal and several bottles of red wine.  It was like a religious experience—very timely for the night before Easter.

Driving back home, less than a few blocks away from Marc’s loft, I got pulled over.  I say “I” because I was the one driving even though Dean and I were both in the car.

SHIT.  I was actually pretty calm.  The last time I’d gotten pulled over, the cop let me go.  It’s been a few years since I’ve gotten a moving violation so I figure it’s about that time.

A blonde female cop walked over, “What insurance do you have?”

“Geico.”

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“I’m sorry I really have no idea.”

The cop walked away with my driver’s license.  I started gathering all the things I knew she would come back for: registration and insurance.  When she returned, I had the papers extended, ready for her to take out of my hand.

“I’m going to let you go with a warning.  I pulled you over because you didn’t make a complete stop at the stop sign.  No rushing alright.  This is a dangerous intersection and a holiday weekend.  Take your time getting home and be safe.”

Really?  Yey!  Happy Easter!