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I was outside the Hampton Inn in Chicago's majestic theater district (I swear that's
how some people actually refer to it) and I was pondering the Call button on my
cell phone. From the street, the hotel appeared skinny and wrong. The lobby was
bright but impossibly thin and crowded. It was as if the concierge could while away
the hours playing waste paper basketball with the opening and closing elevators.
Finally, I called.
"I'm out here," I said. My hands were clammy.
He rode down the hotel's elevators and greeted me at the door. I imagine the
street sound invaded the lobby, but he didn't seem to mind. He was smiling as
he brushed past the fancy looking doorman.
I had been hesitant for this meet-up. The gaming convention was a thing of the
weekend, a one time moment to meet people from the Internet. Yet here I was
on the weekday, my Spring break, trying to spend time with people.
Well, one person.
After a hand shake and soft pleasantries, Andrew let me lead the way. It was
in polite deference to my intimate knowledge of Chicago, though I knew nothing
except what I found on Google maps just hours before I left.
I walked us to Miller's Pub on S. Wabash. I had practiced the way in my head.
The route, my words, hand gestures, all rehearsed until they were perfect. I
could do them without thinking and without hesitation. It was all supposed to
seem completely natural.
The pub was easy. It looked like college kids at the bar with plenty of open
tables. The noise was loud, but not loud enough that we had to scream. He
ordered a Reuben and Iced Tea and I selected a cheeseburger and a diet coke
from their wide selection of thinly disguised barfood.
Conversation was good until we got to the part where he was getting married
next year. I was clearly flustered and had no rehearsed scripts to deal with the
awkwardness. When we finally finished our meals, Andrew was an absolute
gentleman and requested a single check before I could. If it was a duel, I was
definitely outgunned.
We picked over the selection of brushes at Dick Blick's. He bought larger brushes
for his Tau and I bought smaller ones for my...well to be honest I was just picking
at brushes to be doing them simultaneously. The awkwardness would only expand
if he knew I was just watching him pull brushes from the rack.
Afterward, we walked and talked about inconsequential things. I showed him
the million dollar public art works and the place where I bought my manbag,
and he talked about alligators in the bayou.
In the end, he knew I had to go, so I bade Andrew good-bye and found my
way to the car. I think I was shivering as the one known as Iorek slipped past
the double doors and out of my life.
Chilly in April.
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A bizarre array of focusing mirrors and lenses turning my phrases into even more accurate clones of
Malfred, I always knew you had the capability of serenading even the most manly men with your alluring prose. But this...this...this is just sublimely divine.
That is why it is best we should never meet in person, Stonefox.
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(Was that an account of Malfred meeting some other dakkite at Adepticon written like an excerpt from a romance novel? Yeesh...)
Hung out with Lorek downtown yesterday.
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Malfred's being modest. He's as funny in person (and there HAD to be spontaneity in his comments that couldn't be rehearsed) as he is online. If he was at all nervous, he hid it very well.
Malf, you should be a drama teacher!
It was fun; thanks for taking the time to stop by! I do appreciate it.
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Perhaps its due to my own "intimacy" issues....with men, at least.....however, after reading the opening post, I was hoping, nay praying that Malfred was in fact a female....assuming of course that Iorek is indeed a male (oh the faceless internet)
Anyway, I haven't seen Brokeback Mountain the film, and I definately didn't log on to read the novel.
Malf - you have such an amazing talent for making us all feel awkward and uncomfortable. Thanks!
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Death By Monkeys wrote:Malf - you have such an amazing talent for making us all feel awkward and uncomfortable. Thanks!
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Is it wrong i feel neither awkward nor uncomfortable and actually enjoy his posts?
Not wrong. Bad for your relationships, probably.
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I painted some models with those brushes. I didn't need them, but I used them. As I raised
the tone of the skin and dotted the eyes of the little Gretchin, I imagined I was brushing the
skin and eyes of someone far away...
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I painted some models with those brushes. I didn't need them, but I used them. As I raised
the tone of the skin and dotted the eyes of the little Gretchin, I imagined I was brushing the
skin and eyes of someone far away...
I do not get what this has to do with Second Edition 40k.
Grotsnik wrote:If all that was some preverse attempt at humor it failed quite miserably. Thank you very much for ruining my supper.
I'd reckon that Malfred's woeful tale of unrequited manlove pulled at your heartstrings, as it did mine.
As it would anyone who has known, nay, dared to imagine the soft caress of Malfred's brush, the sound of his sweet laughter as the WIP paint job on his latest Warjack reaches its climax...
I'm sorry. I can't go on like this anymore.
I hope you and Iorek are happy together, Malfred. I wish you both the best.
And Grotsnik. We're all friends here on Dakka. No more hiding. The only one you're fooling is yourself.
Excuse me, while I go wash my eyeballs and sandblast my brainpan.
Eric
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Ozymandias wrote:In honor of sitting with both Lorek and Malfred at this very moment, I had to bump this to remind everyone of this beautiful moment in time.
Plus, nine of the mods are sitting at this table, so who is going to stop me!? Mwahahahaha!
Enjoy.
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