So, S & I are having lunch the other day at one of those brewery places that makes terrible beer but has terrific food and an even more terrific patio and cute boys to look at.
Usually S likes to cuss and discuss matters of a political nature, but that day was different apparently, so it was refreshing when we started talking about the current storyline on Denis Leary's "Rescue Me." We love Denis Leary, in a "oooh, I'd like a little of that bad boy" way. Combine that with carrying a fire hose and it's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Anyhoooo, we started talking about an episode or two ago when the guys of the firehouse were discussing who was in their spankbank and if you don't know what spankbank means, you really need to go on vacation or have a cocktail or two. I assume you can figure it out, my little pervs, um readers.
Natch, this led to me sharing that I'd bought myself a prezzie for my birthday. (Side note: I apparently wasn't "the only living female to not have one" before then, by the way!) Her eyes widened and she calmly asked me who was in my spankbank.
You must understand that S & I do not have these kind of convos. Nun-unh. I've tried before but she's a private person and apparently, I like to step on her toes figuratively at times, so I usually back it down a notch and save that stuff for Merv.
I was in mid-bite of my salad with light lemon caper vinaigrette dressing and started to laugh uncomfortably. I swear a caper moved up into my right sinus cavity from the pressure.* I can still smell vinegar now, two days later.
It was difficult to compose myself, but I managed to name off a few boys that came to mind. (hee, I said came) And S & I became closer friends that day as we found we've got at least one or two guys in common, spankbank-wise. Apparently, we both have John Mayer in the top 10. I think we also found out Mr. Leary is in there, too. Who says friends can't find things in common even after knowing each other all these years?
Anyway - so today, I was taking a little break from work and thinking about what to blog about and this spankbank topic came (heh, there I go again) up in my brain and it made me realize that spankbank is really a term for guys. So what would the female equivalent be? Dream Desk? Fantasy File? Vibra Vault?
Whatever it's called - anyone want to name names right 'cheer in this here blog? Who is in your spankbank/vibravault? Awwwww, come one, come all! (there I go again.....)
*Get the title of this post now? Hee. Caper. Get it? I crack me up sometimes.