Hot Phone-Crush Action

The Mom 2.0 Summit was a very good time.

At the conference party I ran into a group of startlingly fashionable guys:

-Are you from Argentina?
-No.
-Europe?
-No.
-Musicians?
-No.
-Wait. Does Houston have a gay scene?
-YES!

Ahhhh. Texas shorts my gaydar.

Anyway, my new friends (who do work with the Osito Foundation), told us where we could find some good dancing in town, which is how Lisa, Gwen, and I ended up at a gay bar.

I set my coat on a bench, and the bench eventually became a “stage,” which is how a dancing transvestite accidentally crushed my phone. I’m pretty sure there’s a fetish site for this somewhere, so I expect my stats to reflect that shortly.

The phone still works, so props to Apple, because those were some seriously menacing platforms. Still, I prefer it when my iPhone isn’t shedding glass shards into my ear. Le sigh.

In other news, Gwen was wearing Wonder Woman panties, and so it turns out that like her very much.


(Photo from Gillat)

61 thoughts on “Hot Phone-Crush Action

  1. Same thing happened to me (minus the transvestite) and I slapped on some packaging tape and trimmed the edges. Worked perfectly.

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  2. Funny story – $199 (for replacement phone)

    Kick-ass panties – $16.50 (killer set of legs extra, of course)

    Having the right not to take one random person’s word for it that you are inadvertently offending a population, and looking elsewhere for verification of one stranger’s opinion – priceless.

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  3. *takes off advertising hat, puts on gay hat*

    The f*word is the n*word for glb’s. I guess tranny could be the same for transpeople, but I don’t think that’s really the case here. I thought the title was funny b/c I could picture an outrageous drag queen stepping on it in her 10″ stilettos! lol

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  4. My phone suffered a similar yet not as severe injury – cracked screen that still works amazingly well. I just dropped it in a parking lot, but your story is WAY better, mind if I use it?

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  5. The thing is I *heart* Gwen. And I kind of think of her as the modern cyber equivalent of Wonder Woman. And so when I knew I was gonna see her in Houston, I knew I was gonna give her some of my star printed Francie Pants. It was just something I had to do. To make the universe right and stuff. Frankly it was such a relief to see them on her. Because she’s a superhero.

    Maggie, you too are a superhero, and I apologize that I am late in the game in discovering your greatness. I don’t have any kryptonite Francie Pants but if I did I would certainly give you a pair. Not so much to wear but to keep your iphone safe from platform shoe dancing trannies in. It might be hard to place calls though. Plus you’d constantly be saying things like “excuse me while I delve into my shorts, there is something buzzing in there”. And that could get misconstrued. ;-P

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  6. Ouch. That iphone picture makes me cringe.

    I’m glad I finally got a protector for mine… and I’m glad that I’m not generally at risk for dancing transvestites stepping on my phone. (But maybe you used to think that too.)

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  7. Upon seeing that photo, an involuntary reflex caused me to cradle my iPhone to my bosom, stroke it lovingly, and whisper soothing reassurances into its speaker. “Ssshhhhh, baby. Don’t look. That won’t ever happen to you.”

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  8. HAHA!!! UR the BEST MAGGIE! I’ll always remember u, I am pleased to hear that u had FABU time in Houston! Thanks for ur wonderful complements! I have to say U were 1 sexy GIRL! Muah!

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