Friday, August 12, 2005

When last we left Queenie and Mike


You may (or may not) remember a story of our good friend Shawn - who moved across country. When we last left him, he had made a quick birthday trip out here to show off his new 6-pack and new boyfriend.

Well, now the new boyfriend is the old boyfriend (we don't even discuss the 6-pack anymore) - and Shawn has become the good step-parent of Mike's 2 daughters (Brenna and Engy - seen here with Gavi).



Well... here is where we pick up the story. Shawn is driving back from ProvinceTown with Mike and the girls. As any good East Coast step-parent does, he drives his Jeep Grand (Offensive Indian Name Expunged - curse you NCAA), with the pink bikes on top. Tra-la-la-la. He sings a happy disco tune with the girls asleep in the back, and Mike asleep next to him.

The pull into the palacial Conn. estate (I think the ivy has grown over the trailor wheel wells by now) and into the carport. Shawn - a product of Southern California driving, knows exactely how fast and close in can pull into the carport.

Imagine then his shock as a large crash is heard - startling the passengers awake. Nothing ahead or him or to the sides seems too close. He checks the review mirror and in the driveway lay the decapitated bicycle seats - pink tassels in disarrey.

Before the passengers can fully come awake, he tosses the keys to Mike, says "You unload honey." And proceeds into the trailor (pardon me - mobile home), makes a martini and proceeds to maritnate the steaks.

All I got to say, is that he must be really good in the sack.