Katie Walks Into a Bar...

If you happened to be on fb two weeks ago, your news feed may have suffered an overload from one of my statuses (sorry Ian!).  If you missed all the fun though, please enjoy the edited, picture version here (no, I am not going to subject myself to retyping all 83 comments, you'll just have to go back to the status if you want the whole story).

Catherine and I created a delightfully fictitious bar, where men are gentleman: they give you their seat and they buy you a drink.  More importantly, they are all gorgeous and famous and rich and heroic.  (Is that too much to ask for?)


In the beginning, I said Archie Goodwin should be there.  No sooner had I suggested this than Catherine claimed him in a most selfish manner, stating:  "I get him. Because I knew about him first and because his long standing girlfriend was a blonde so therefore he'll pick me anyways."
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First I countered with: "GAH. FINE. be that way. but you know Archie had brunettes on the side! so don't be so sure of yourself there missy."  And then a marvelous idea struck me.  " actually...you know what? if Archie is going to show up, so will Booth. and I claim him. I win." (Catherine loooooves Booth.  I did this out of sheer spite. It halted Catherine dead in her tracks.) I finished with an airtight bit of logic: "how familiar does this sound: 'in which case I get him. Because I knew him first and because his long standing love of his life is a brunette so therefore he'll pick me anyways.' "

Catherine did not like that at all.  She was actually speechless. (Which never happens. She always has some sort of comeback.  Go me!) 

Then it went on and on. "Well I get Hugh Jackman!"  "No! You cannot have Hugh Jackman too!  And I get Robert Downey Jr.!" "Damnit Ani!  Fine. But Richard Armitage is mine!" (<<that one hurt.)  "And Jonas Armstrong!" (<that one didn't hurt.)  And so on. Pretty soon our bar was full.

Now all this time Katie has been butting in and threatening to take all the men away. And Catherine and I did not approve of that - Katie was not invited to our fantasy.  And THEN Josh butted in.  He decided that he was going to come in and all the men would leave us for "guy time" and we would be stuck in the company of some "pretty boy":

PUHLEEZE.  Like that would ever happen.  We all know I smoke cigars and drink whiskey.  I would definitely be at the guy table:

But then, as long as we're being realistic for a minute, AS IF Catherine would ever give the time of day to someone she didn't like.  So really, she'd be with the rest of us too:

But then, this is our fantasy and Josh isn't part of it.  Katie kept coming in though whether we wanted her there or not, and as the evening wore on (such a nice phrase) I come to realize something (Catherine still hasn't come to terms with this, but it's true).  Catherine and I enjoy our biting sarcastic banter so much, that if Katie did walk into a bar, all the men would leave with her, and they'd be practically out the door before Catherine and I even noticed.

And then I realized something else, even if that did happen... well, Archie does like blondes, and Iron Man has a hard time finding the door after he's been drinking, so we'd get who we really wanted anyway.