12/15/08

Ok, so there has been yet another change of plans with regards to my Datsuns. Instead of the KA-24E going in Barbecue Bob and the two-liter NAPS-Z going back in the Chickenhawk, we’re doing it the other way round. Why? Because the 620 oil pan I have will bolt right up to the Z-20 but we were going to have to make beaucoup modifications to make the KA fit. The Chickenhawk is already set up for a front sump pan and therefore the KA ought to just “bolt right in.” Of course there is still the option of putting the KA in Johnny, making that my Faux Rally Car, and going back to the mid-engine idea in the Chickenhawk. Wait, that was what we came up with now that I think about it. We are not planning to put the KA in the Chickenhawk. John is pushing for a mid-engine SR-20DET though. Actually, John is pushing for twin-engine, dual SR-20DETs, one front and one rear! I think a VG-30 or VG-33 ought to be fast enough though. What we’re thinking is scour the internot for a wrecked Maxima and scavenge the whole drive train from that, along with the ECU and other bits we’ll need. Discussing that and installing a radio in John’s car were pretty much all we did on Saturday. I'd been invited to a party at my friends Ross and Damon’s house Saturday night. Amy, Sam, and I were going to carpool to it so I rushed home to get ready. I got to Amy and Sam’s and found out Sam wasn’t going to make it. We decided that Amy showing up without her husband, with me, would be worth a laugh or two so we went ahead. We stopped off at another party before Ross and Damon’s and sure enough, the Hoity Toity Women’s Club friends of Amy were all shocked. Tee hee. We hung out there for a bit then left for the fun party. We took up our usual spots on the patio and drank and chatted and gossiped and stuff. Ross’s jail-bait niece was running around the party in a little cocktease, er, I mean cocktail dress. At one point, she went into a room with three other chicks and started hiking the thing up. Yeah, there was an open glass door right between me and her so I was about to see, well, whatever she was going to show them. Damon’s sister Shelby sees me and jumps between us to shield Lil Jailbait from view. I shrugged and went back to my conversation. It was weird. Later, Shelby came out to where we were sitting and joined in our conversation. Nothing was said about the jailbait dress incident so I left it alone. The more she talked, the more I remembered how Bat-Shit Crazy she was. I'd met her before at a Ross and Damon party you see. I turned to Amy and said, “Whatever happens, do not let me hook up with her.” A few times later in the party I noticed her sitting alone somewhere and thought about making a move. Then I'd remember, Bat-Shit Crazy! She is fairly hot though, and crazy chicks can be a lot of fun, but no because in addition to the aforementioned Bat-Shit Crazy, she has three kids. As the night began to get late Amy and I finally took our leave. About halfway back to Amy’s house, she realized she didn’t have her camera. We went back. She found the camera and we hung out a little longer. Now, I love this next bit. Damon’s twin brother is not only gay, he’s Super Gay! I mean Fantastic Four’s Human Torch “Flame on!” gay. He’s the kind of gay that makes him the aloof Über Cool guy at the party, if it is that kind of party, which it was. Picture Jack from “Will and Grace” but cooler and not dumb, that’s Chris. Well, he and I were talking about Amy and he says to me, “You have one great wife there.” “Amy?” I ask, acting incredulous. “Oh, we’re not married. She’s married to Sam.” When he started looking around confused, I went on, “He’s not here tonight.” He was speechless! Yes, I scandalized and left speechless perhaps the gayest man I know! It was great. Eventually Amy and I left again and swung through Taco Cabana, because that is what Juan has to do when out drinking with Amy. We ate our food at her house and then I went home. Sunday morning I got a call from Roger to go to lunch at Zeke’s. I like Zeke’s, on occasion. I can’t eat there too often though because all the fried stuff would send my bowels into fits of… well, you don’t want to know. After we ate I had to go home to release a hostage. It wasn’t greasy food related, but just as urgent. When I was done I asked mom if she wanted to go to dinner later and was told, “Yes.” I asked if she had something in mind and was told, “Yes,” again. She said she’d been thinking Rockfish so we agreed on that. Well, this rant is getting long winded so I think I'll save the gun range story for tomorrow.