About a week ago, my housemate Sharon had a big birthday bash at the crib. I had been reminded of the occasion for about the last 10 days as women typically like to do. It started with the selection process for the appetizers, then a few days later the taste testing of potential hors d'oeuvres, three days of cleaning leading up to the day and then nervousness about who will or won't show up.... it was quite an ordeal.
Anyways, for those that don't know, birthday # 40 for an attractive, single woman officially means cougar status for chicks like her. She's a bit of a swinger and didn't fuss too much and that gained a touch of my respect. And I think she realizes that 40 is the new 30 and that puts her ahead of the game.
The party itself was semi-fun, mostly full of middle-aged couples and divorcees eating quiches, dim sums and finger foods. Technically, it wasn't my crowd, but who's to say I can't enjoy the festivities? So I tried.
At one point I stepped up my game: everyone was tired of listening to James Brown, Prince, and other clearly not party type music when some crazy lady who was dressed up like an evil pippi long stocking shrieked out for some Neil Diamond... a voice of reason! Now this woman had a hankering for some Neil Diamond let me tell you. Alas! there was no Neil Diamond in the host's music collection (blasphemy). Fortunately, I always keep my two disk set in my toiletry kit when I go on travel, so I busted out some Kentucky Woman and needless to say, saved the party.... I could end this tale here, and you might be semi-satisfied....But that's not all.
Earlier in the night, I struck up some cheap conversation with some of the blokes and made the rounds introducing myself as the American import. By the time I got around the room, sure enough the McLovin reference came out.
Yes, McLovin that character from the movie Superbad. Here's a synopsis for those that aren't familiar with the movie:
Played by actor, "Christopher Mintz-Plasse, as an even geekier kid who gets a fake ID with the one-word name McLovin, pretty much steals the whole thing in his first film. Initially you think he’s going to be a minor figure, a guy who floats in and out, gets tooled on for laughs and then leaves. But similar to the respectful treatment Steve Carell received in Apatow’s “The 40-Year-Old Virgin,” Mintz-Plasse’s scrawny, bespectacled Fogell has a rich, full experience all his own — much more so than other characters in the movie who kid themselves by thinking they’re higher up on the food chain."
The back story behind this is that once the movie came out a few years ago, friends were calling me up saying I had a striking resemblance to the guy in the movie. And it's a great movie and mostly because of this super cool character. It seems I can't go a night out in the States, at a bar, club, concert, poetry reading, wherever there's always at least one person that gives me the stare down and busts out the reference..... "HEYYY MCLOVIN!!!!" Ya , ya, ya, heard that before. So I usually embrace it because hey I am McLovin.
Well it turns out Aussies pick up on the similarities too and this guy wanted, handshakes, photos, autographs, locks of hair, etc. For that, I bartered his first born son. He obliged.
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