Part of the Hubbyloo’s Funnies series: “Hey, I just bought a cool pair of boyfriend’s jeans,” I shout from the walk-in-closet while I button them up. “What does that mean?”
Although he needed a bit of prodding, Hubbyloo agreed to a night at the bowl for one of Hollywood Bowl’s series events. Not only did he have some work to take care of, but his expectations of this show were below the levels that usually allow him to gleefully agree to my proposals. We went nevertheless.
Quiet night at home, and, as it happens, the remote control landed in my hand. Rare occurrence, rare not because of the common war-over-the-remote-control, rare because I’m not a big TV fan and most of the time I have no idea what to watch, thus, in trying to be efficient,
I’ve long contemplated this before I actually pulled the trigger. It was obvious that those particular friendships were not a 50/50 deal, far from it. Hubbyloo and other friends were pointing it out every chance they got, but my arsenal of excuses for my friends’ selfish behavior was unbeatable.