Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Have You Seen My Beeper?

It could have been the half-dozen or so double-blackberry mojitos I steadied myself with while dancing the night away at a club I have lovingly dubbed Ass By 11:00.

Or the fact that I gorged on a heavenly trifecta of double-battered swordfish, Georgia prawns and Absinthe.

Or perhaps it was even because I got lost in the angel eyes of a no-nonsense substitute teacher/Jazzercise! instructor from Glendale with grind-appeal rivaling only the 50 year old Lisa Rinna we fell in love with in the late 90s.

But all Denny Dance knows right now is that he's down one topaz Model D-23 Unication pager, and the lights of the Greater Phoenix Metroplex's social scene have gone dark right along with it.

Please bring Bonita home,
Denny DelVecchio


Anonymous said...

That things is an absolute tank. I hope you find it before someone is hurt.

susi spice said...

anon i dont get your comment...

Denny - I hid the beeper :P

Denny DelVecchio said...

Warden is coming, so I must hurry. I'm sorry about the comment you didn't get. I probably didn't get it either.

Denny DelVecchio said...

Oh, you meant the first comment.

I have no idea what that means.

Anonymous: care to enlighten us?

Cora Bullock said...

Uh-oh! I hope you eventually found your beeper! I’m sure it was really hard to be without it. Did you eventually find it? Or did you end up just buying a new one instead?