dance dance richter-scale
So the other thing I did this weekend (besides) was go to Planet Big with a bunch of friends, which was a blast. Planet Big is, how should we put this, a gay club for big men and their admirers.
The first time I heard about the club, I was at a bar with my friends Matte and Chaz, who are pretty big guys themselves:
Ernie: Mmm. What else can you tell me about Planet Big?
Matte: You mean, “The Hippo Hop?”
Ernie: (looks in horror and disbelief)
Matte: What? That’s what everyone calls it. Hey Chaz, what do you call Planet Big?
Chaz: What, besides “The Pudgy Prom?’
Ernie: That’s horrible.
Chaz: There’s also “The Fat Girl Fricassee.”
So, fast foward to before the event this weekend. I tell this story to a bunch of friends, some of which from out of town:
Ernie: …The Fat Girl Fricassee.
Min Jung: He forgot “The Chubby Cha-cha.”
Greg: Hrmm. How about “The Fatty trot? The Whale Waltz?”
Mike: “Dance Dance Richter-Scale!”
Everyone: Oooooooooooooooh.
Min Jung: (What, nobody liked “Chubby Cha-cha?”)
Aaaah, good times. (I sure hope my friends don’t kill me for posting this conversation.)
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