And then Grant tried on the hat (and gave me a shy smile). And then he got really angry at me when I showed this picture to my Grandfather. Hahaha. Grant had spent most of dinner asking my Grandfather macho questions about what he'd done in WWII, and so this feminine side of Grant seemed to confuse him. Until I cleared things up by leaning in and explaining "Yeah, we're friends but he's a little light in the loafers if you know what I mean." My Grandfather solemnly nodded. Later Grant kept punching me and saying "I can't believe you said that about me. To a veteran!"
London being London, it started raining just a few minutes after we got off the tube. We looked around for umbrellas and these were the only ones we could find. "Haaaaaaaaaaaay!"
...this time he made sure to wear pants that can only be described as "ass-a-liscous!" Grant Stoddard kneels down so he can appreciate it in all its full glory.
So we walk all the way from Chinatown over to South Street (which took like 45 minutes). We get there and it's mobbed and there's not much to do - so we decide that we'll get one of those famous Phily cheesesteaks...only to find the place and discover there's a 50-60 minute wait. (By the way, check out Grant with his little canvas tote-bag. I think he stole that from my 7th grade Social Studies teacher).
BLAMO! We have full on tounge-in-mouth action (and I managed to get an even better shot of Timmy's overly-manicured, faux chin-line). And check out homeboy there smiling in the background. His enjoyment of the situation should've served as a forewarning...keep that guy in mind - he'll be back with a vengeance in a few...
Also, since Grant's been trying to play down this kiss like it wasn't a big deal (and brother, who can blame him?), I'd like to point something out: the flash on my camera takes approximately 20 seconds to recharge. Look at that first pic...think about my camera needing 20 whole seconds to recharge...then look at the second kiss. Got the willies yet?)
Eric and I totally set Grant up on this one: I waited with the camera ready and Eric pretending that he had to tell Grant something and then when Grant leaned in: BLAMO! (or at least that's the story that I'm supposed to tell if you know what I'm saying).
One night when we were out like two years ago, Grant busted out his impressoin of "Molly Ringwald in every 80's movie" dance-move and cracked us all up. But ever since then, everytime he tries to dance, he inadvertently ends up doing the same Molly Ringwald dance - it just happens and he can't seem to stop. For once, the total and complete gayness that said dance move conjures, worked in his favor. You go, girlfriend!
On Saturday, while browsing for discounted Canadian porn, we found out about Grant's former life as a model for the "Mr. Jack: Hungy, Hard Sucking, Mouth! (complete with multi-variable vibration unit). Check that shit out, the resemblance is uncanny.
...and when that didn't get an immediate response, I upped the ante with "beefcake" version (check out Grant's sassy, coy lil' smile! Tee-hee!) ...and SHA-POW! It worked. Grant and I got the green light: we were going to become male strippers.