A Nice Christmas Dinner

It was this time – Christmas – of 1997, and the whole world was happy. I had just gotten back from Panama, and with my hazardous duty pay and my Christmas bonus, I bought a brand new shiny black Dodge 4×4 pickup. It had the works. Everything from leather seats to CD player, heated mirrors and one of those bitchin’ built-in cell phones that looks like a pocket calculator embedded in the visor. It was Wednesday, December 24, and I had spent the better part of three hours negotiating this buy at the dealership. I finally fiinished and tore off across I-20 for Dallas to go pick up my family for dinner. We would head to Three Forks for steak and brandy, followed by lavish dessert and maybe the men would venture outside for a cigar. Well, my Pops and I at least. My grandpa wasn’t much into that.

All was well, and I was waiting patiently for them to activate my visor-phone. They said it would be a few hours, but guaranteed it would get done that day. Don’t know how they could guarantee that, but you know dealers. Anyway, I finally arrived in North Dallas and took the exit to head to my parents’ house. As I pulled onto the exit ramp, my visor phone rang. Hell yes. I pressed the Receive button and the stereo muted real low and the phone call went through all my speakers. I was grinning and giggling like a little girl. “Mr. Spacey, this is AT&T Wireless. I wanted to let you know your phone service is now active. Have a safe and happy holiday.” Well thank you, Ms. Wireless. I appreciate you guys working on Christmas Eve to make sure I had connectivity.

I hung up and immediately called my girlfriend, who shall remain unnamed here, because some of you know me and can figure out who I’m talking about, and let’s move on with the story, with whom I’d be staying that night. Since I was in town. I caught her voice mail and left her a message, left my new number and told her I was in town. Right about then, I pulled up in front of the Spacey Senior residents and put my new shiny truck in park. After loading up Grandma and Mom in the back with my Pops, Spacey Senior got up front with me. He’s the eldest, he gets the honors, you know. They were all admiring the sleek machine.

So we rumbled out of Spaceytown Texas and headed for Downtown Dallas just as the sun was beginning to set. It had been a long day. We’re listening to a little classical music on the stereo and my Grandpa is conducting the music with his hands. The ladies are talking and everybody’s g- – wait… what’s that? Oh hell yes. It’s my phone ringing! I pressed the Receive button, knowing whom it was, as I’d only gotten the chance to give my number to one person yet. Perhaps I was even a little excited to get to show off that I was taking a call from that lovely prissy girlfriend of mine. They’d all met her. She was classy and beautiful and had that thick accent and was – well, a little out of my league, though they’d never say it out loud. Not when I’m around.

Hello? I say. “Hey baby! How are you? Are you in town?” says she. Yeah. I just pulled in. About to head to dinner. “Ooh, okay. So what time you think you’ll be over here tonight?” Ah, probably around nine, nine-thirty. Something like that. “Yay! I’m so excited!” she said. “Are we still going to try it in the ass tonight?”

You know how when someone says something stupid, everyone gets quiet? Because no one wants to laugh at a bad joke? Yeah. Well, aside from the motor rumbling in my new Dodge, there was absolute silence. You could have – well, you know. You could probably hear the blood flowing into my cheeks. I could see my Pop’s smirk in the mirror. Proud of his boy. But my grandparents? My mom? Dear Lord.

After about six and a half years of this silence, she finally spoke again. “They’re in the car with you aren’t they?” Uh huh. “Oh. Uh, hi everybody!” she said. Everyone said hi. Thank you all. “Well I’m going to let you go. I’ll see you tonight then?” Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ll call you when I’m on my way. “Okay sweety. Well Merry Christmas everyone! Have a great dinner!” Meh, yeah, thanks, yeah, meh. “Okay, by lovah.” We disconnected.

Dinner was good. The steak was good. The conversation seemed a little stilted though. I wonder what everyone was thinking about… Well, I know what I was thinking about. And I couldn’t wait for that dinner to be through. My face was on fire!

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15 Responses

  1. Anonymous says:

    THERE IS ONLY ONE THING THAT COMES TO MIND… “A CLEAN ASS IS A GOOD ASS!” SORRY COULDNT RESIST! YOU GO “B” ROCK ON!

    RAVEN

  2. Schatzi says:

    I don’t know if I could have recovered from that…

  3. Kay Ray says:

    Thats all I can think about now!!! How freaking crazy is that.. Thats why I don’t answer my phone on speaker LOL.. I used to have a Nextel phone and my ex boyfriend would two way me while I was in the grocery store and ask dirty questions… after that point I wouldn’t answer if I was some place I couldn’t talk… Still a great story though!!

  4. Bruce says:

    Yeah Raven, I was thinking the same thing. A Clean Ass is a Good Ass!

    That’s what my momma always used to say.

  5. Stella says:

    You’re terrible Space. :P

  6. Horse Raper says:

    Wow that’s hot. I wish my girlfriend would talk to me that way. I dont care if my folks are listening or not

  7. Eazy Ridah says:

    lol

    fuck that

  8. Aborted Fetus says:

    ROFL What did your dad say after no one else was around? Did he get onto you or did he high five you?

    That’s fuckin awesome.

  9. Its Lincoln You Fuck says:

    Your gramma must be very proud. Knowing her grandson is having the butt secks is important in any wholesome household!
    :perv:

  10. Anonymous says:

    Dude I would kill myself if my grandma heard that shit. I did get caught making out with my girlfriend one time I think it was on Christmas too. My mom caught me on the couch and I had both of my hands up her shirt. THAT was embarassing.

  11. Horse Raper says:

    You had both your hands up your mom’s shirt? Now that’s hot. :perv:

  12. Ben Dayho says:

    hahahahaha

    Goddam Horse Raper you owe me a new keyboard.

    :roflmao:

  13. Bloop! says:

    So how’d you explain that shit away? Good grief.

  14. Space says:

    Explain it away? You should have seen the uncomfortable silence that ensued when I introduced her to the family.

    :|

  15. Enlarged Penis says:

    Next comes the column where you tell us how it went. And by ‘it’ of course I mean the butt secks.

    :perv:

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