Wanton and egg-drop

“That sounds dirty for some reason,” said Phoebe.

Since David’s in town to attend Sophia Hong and Calvin?’s wedding yesterday, we met up today before he left.  Linton drove down from church with Phoebe to pick me up from my house to meet him at Star Snow Ice near the intersection of Dulles and Highway 6.  We spent about two hours there (2-4 pm), chatting and eating/drinking.  Linton, as always, paid for us all.  He got a orange float?, Phoebe got a milktea with the pearls, David got ?, and I got ice topped with grass jelly, taro chunks, the green beans, and the red beans.  David asked what taro was, and Linton said they were like potatoes.  David made a face.  LOL, I never realized how nasty it must sound to him and others who don’t usually eat this.  I mean come on, potatoes, grass?, and beans atop shaved ice? 

Well, the main topic of discussion really wasn’t about food.  It was about masturbation.  For those of you who know Linton, and those of you who know David, and to see them together interacting on the topic, you know what I’m talking about.  Indescribable.  I wouldn’t be too uncomfortable discussing the topic candidly except that we were in that…public place.  Linton, in his normal-volume (which is usually slightly louder than most of the people I hang with) voice, said that he doesn’t find masturbation wrong as long as it’s for release (it’s healthy) and not for lust.  I didn’t hear that last part, and I asked what about other things that give the self pleasure.  At that moment, David thrust his drink away and said, “Sin!” in a high-pitched tone of voice.  Of course, they started giving scenarios.  David said that he’d start judging everyone who eats ice cream, pizza, and the like (keep in mind David adores pizza, it’s his favorite food group).  Linton went off of that, saying that David would bar a waitress from delivering a large pizza, it would fall on the tile, and then David would literally break down and start scarfing down the pizza right then and there.  David added that he’d take only breathing breaks to say “Forgive me, Father, for I know not what I do” and demonstrated by wiping his lips with his arm as if it were occurring at that moment.  Linton then linked more to YMCA (which I didn’t understand since I didn’t watch the same TV that they did while growing up) and apparently the commercial had men (e.g. a construction man) who people suspected were homosexual.  He found it more hilarious than he anticipated, and got up and laughed a good hearty Linton laugh.  And much much more….

Linton helped David with his tire pressure (the one with the two nails stuck in it) and added some gasoline as well.  Phoebe and I rode in the bed of David’s truck for barely any distance, but of course it was still somewhat exciting.  Phoebe said it reminds her of the first time she did it, on the back of VincentTao’s truck, while on ___ (a highway in Austin which is apparently not recommended).  There was a lone lovebug (versus the usual two connected) and Linton exclaimed, “He’s masturbating!”  Linton helped Phoebe down from the bed of the truck (and he offered to help me as well, but I just helped myself).  It looked like he was encouraging her to “jump into my arms” literally, like in figure skating, like in a fairy-tale ending LOL.  They they started elaborating, saying that Linton will also try to maybe “practice” kissing by blowing them, and then Phoebe will avoid them like Neo avoided bullets in The Matrix.  One will hit her leg, and she’s say, “Oh, it burns, it’s like fire.”  Never a dull moment void of imagination with these two guys, my favorite guys besides my dad and brother, teehee!

Hm, I don’t think I was much company this afternoon, but thank God these are my closest friends and they understand.  By the time I got home, I didn’t think there was a point to try to play basketball or football (I was in one of my…moods and decided to keep moping).  Instead, I watched a lot of television:  Psych, L&O:SVU, Dead Like Me (my brother likes this show, but I feel the protagonist is a bit whiny), and Without a Trace.  And time flies, it’s midnight.