For those of you who have to work today (Brian), a big hug goes out to you. I had to practically push him out the door this morning. It's a beautiful sunny day here in Dallas and I'm finally ready to drag my ass outside and enjoy it. My friends all went out last night and rumor has it that a few of them (roommate included) haven't came home yet. Many of them really needed to get laid. Hopefully, they were treated to breakfast as a bonus. Nothing like the combo of dick and a McMuffin to top off your day.
Luckily, I had at least coffee to go with mine.
Sometimes I feel like I'm a child that has to be entertained. I'm sitting here bored out of my mind already and trying to figure out what to do.
UH OH! The roomie just came out of his bedroom. Seems he was just to drunk to drive home last night and came home with our gayplex neighbor.
Yippeee! I have someone to go outside and play with! A hungover playmate, but a playmate none the less.
Not quite the weekend I expected it to be. Our big plans of having a pool/cookout party disapated like a fart in the wind. I haven't been in the mood to go out and have a drink, so that's left me with a lot of free time on my hands. Brian, poor soul, has had to work every day this weekend and even Memorial Day. Pity the day I meet the person who does his work schedule. Bastards.
Last night I drove up to Ft. Worth to meet him for dinner. I took a route I've never taken and eventually got lost. I finally make it to downtown Ft. Worth 30 minutes late and I'm freaking out. Needless to say, we were both a little stressed, but we were laughing about it later. I got to meet a few coworkers, see his cubefarm and catch a few smooches in the process.
My Ex, believe it or not, has been improving over the past two days. I was amazed to go into ICU yesterday and find him eating. He still is having major difficulties breathing, but seems to be more alert and talkative. OK, talkative isn't the word. He's feeling better enough to be pissy and bitchy with the nurses. They're there to help him, not make his life a living hell like he seems to think.
I thank everyone for their kind words and prayers and he does too.
Tonight I'm looking forward to spending it cuddling on the couch with Brians arms wrapped around me while we watch the movie Girls will be Girls.
What more could I want.
Damn work and their internet connection. I almost had to go back to our IT department and help them fix the problem. Luckily for them, by the time I got back from lunch they had it back up and running. And if you believe that story...
Not much to say today. My Ex Mike is in ICU as of yesterday. He's having trouble breathing due to a horrible case of pneumonia and a host of other problems. I sometimes can't believe Doctors bedside manners. He comes in all chipper and asks Mike how he's feeling. Hmmm, he's in ICU and can't breathe and feels like shit. What the fuck do you think Doc? Then he proceeds to tell him that the chances of him recovering from this are very slim. Once the test results from the lung biopsy are back, they'll probably be putting him on a ventilator for the next week or two. He started to cry.
He's scared.
All I can do for this point is to be there, pray for him and offer whatever sort of comfort I can give. I've been given Power of Attorney, which is a responsibility I didn't want, but I have to take nonetheless.
I see the downward spiral our community is taking and it scares the living shit out of me. An acquaintance of ours died of an overdose last week at the age of 41. He's wasn't the first. Now I'm seeing first hand what the effects of having AIDS, not taking care of yourself and using crystal in the past can do to a person.
A change needs to happen........
Please have a safe and enjoyable Memorial Day weekend.
I'm still trying to catch up on my beauty sleep. My first few days back at work have been absolute hellish. Random phone calls from idiots at branches who haven't been trained properly. Computer breaking town twice and all the help desk can tell me is, "Have you tried rebooting?" Did they go to school for years just to tell me this? Vice President trying to dump as much as she possibly can before she heads back home due to an emergency. Manager bringing you a list of questions he had since you've been gone since he's not capable of answering them himself. Not to mention the piles of work I left on my desk that now have to be completed.
This has left very little time for blogging. I have all of your lives to pry into and see what's been going on. It's been nice to read the new blogs from people I met at the GB:NY. My blogroll is getting way too long.
I've been spending a lot of time with Brian since my return. I can officially call him my boyfriend as of Monday night. Ever start dating someone and you're not sure what to refer to them as when you introduce them to a friend? There's always that awkward moment of "Hi, this is my....*dramatic pause*, uh...friend...*confused look*......" Now the pressure is off. It's feels good to call someone boyfriend again. He actually reads my blog every day. Between you and me? I think he likes it when I mention him here. He's a bit of a ham. *ducks*
This Memorial Day weekend, I plan on relaxing by poolside, grilling burgers and throwing back a few brewskies. Anyone else have big plans?
Oh, this one SO has to be framed......
Just a few other photos from the rest of the trip.
My flight to NYC was a nightmare. Some woman, and I use that term loosely, tried to bring on two small yippy dogs plus her 2 year old daughter. I'm not sure which of the three should have been put in the cargo area. Both dogs yelped and whined the entire flight. The little girl pooped her pants 3 times. Ever wonder what a rank poopy diaper smells like in a cabin? Especially when she's sitting in front of you? The mother wouldn't change her right away. She would just let her sit and stew in it for a while. Holy Mother of God what did she feed this child?
I made it to MAK's around 11pm. We spent a little time chatting before I crashed. The next morning, MAK was gracious enough to take me into the city for my first time. I had major subway anxiety. My first view of NYC was coming out in Times Square. I tried not to seem all geeky touristy at the time. I kind of walked and spun around with my mouth gaping open. I'm sure that I didn't stand out in a crowd. I met up with Myke and we basically spent the rest of the day walking around Manhattan. I won't bore you with all the details of every time we gasped, screamed, pointed and RAN towards something with our arms flailing.
The nights festivities were incredible. Meeting everyone finally after reading their blogs, chatting online and talking with some on the phone, was a great way to end my first day. I was paranoid that we might not all get along or have anything to talk about. Boy, was I wrong. It was like spending an evening with your best friends you just hadn't seen in quite some time. I believe that I strengthened longlasting friendships that night. I'm not going to list everyone since after last nights post, I'm friggen tired of adding links to a post.
I'm sure you know who you are.
I can't wait to see you all again. We really need to start and think of when and where we would like to do this again.
More pics of the rest of the weekend and a few (boring to you I'm sure) shots of the city will be added tonight.
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1. MzOuizer and Zenchick
2. Zenchick and Me
3. Mezzanine (Myke), Me, Homers World, 'Til the Cows Come Home (MAK), Apt. 3E (Stephen)
4. Crash (Byrne) and Me
5. Everlasting Blogstalker (Charlie), Bravo, TRL: The Rob Log
6. Wil, Stephen, Eddie
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1. The Girls!
2. Dan and Myke
3. Boi From Troy, Rob and Me
4. MAK, Stephen, Patch (Patrick) and Me
5. Homer and Patrick
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1. Glennalicious (Glenn) and MzOuizer
2. Patrick and Country Boy in NYC (Michael)
3. Bobzyeruncle and Me
4. Myke, Stephen, MAK, Zenchick and MzOuizer
5. Zenchick, Homer and MzOuizer
6. Zenchick and MAK
Hope you all enjoy the pics. Anyone who knows who "???" are just email and let me know so I can update. More pics from the night and the following nights of debauchery will be forthcoming.
I know you're all expecting many pictures of the past weekends events, but I haven't had a chance yet. Brian picked me up yesterday from the airport and I spent the entire day and evening with him. I promise that I'll start posting pics tonight.
I'm currently trying to get caught up reading all my emails, returning voicemail messages, sifting through mountains of paperwork and of course, telling everyone here at work about my trip and seeing the cute little kitties running around the street across from the bar called Barracuda. Little bastards wouldn't let you get close to them though.
Hell, I haven't had a chance to unpack, do my laundry or scratch my butt.
Oh by the way, has anyone seen my cellphone? Kidding.
UPDATE: Anyone NOT wanting their pics put on my website, please speak now or forever hold their buttcheeks. Email me today!!!
I knew I had arrived.......
I'm back and in one piece. I had the time of my life with the most wonderful group of "Julie the Cruise Directors" I have ever met. I'm exhausted after spending a 4 hour flight with the demon child from hell. Those parents should be fixed so they can never ever reproduce. I don't have the energy to spend time right now downloading pictures and writing about my time in NYC. Expect a barrage of pictures and stories from me within the next day or so.
Special thanks to MAK for being the most gracious host EVER. Zenchick for being the sweetest Hag a guy could have. Crash for providing hours of quality time and great conversation. Bob and Patch for hours of decadent fun and laughs and Myke for many hours of walking the streets of Manhattan.
More thanks goes out to Addaboy (who's hunkyness and accent made my swoon), Homer (who was just as fun and sweet in person), The Famous Author Rob Byrnes, The Accidental New Yorker, Apt 3E, Everlasting Blogstalker, MzOuizer (who I loved to make laugh), A Country Boy in New York City, Judgement Call and a host of others that I can't even being to remember. All of you made my weekend one of the best. I did get to say a quick hello to Bravo and BoifromTroy and Useless! Worthless! Insipid!. Sorry we didn't get a chance to chat more. Big hugs to each and every one of you. Please forgive me if I've left off your name. Remember how much sleep I got this weekend. Very little.
Even had a chance to spend just a very short time with Wayne.
It's funny how only a few months ago, I spoke with MAK about coming to visit, and it ended up growing into a meeting of this size. Who would have thought, huh?
Many friends were made this weekend and for me.....nothing could be better.
As for CheapBlueGuitar and Palochi, I hope you enjoyed all the drunkdialing.
Next year I expect to see more of you there!
Ok, it's progressed to the point where we have an advertisement.
If only we can get the local new channels to show up at Barrage.
You'll be hearing from me Monday once I get back!
Some information is being finalized. You will find most of us meeting for happy hour on Friday at a place called Barrage at 6:00pm. Check out the link for location and phone number and whatever. MAK told me it was probably the best place for a large group of us to meet. After sipping cocktails, gossiping, fondling and getting to know each other for a few hours, we'll grab a bite to eat somewhere and then on to more drinking games and bar hopping in the area. Start massaging your livers now.
Zenchick, Friday to Sunday Life, Mezzanine and yours truely will be working the street corners walking the streets of NYC Friday during the day. Saturday, I'm sure others will be joining us in seeing the city. Who knows maybe even some afternoon cocktails we be in order. If anyone doesn't get a chance to hook up with us on Friday night, there will be a repeat performance Saturday evening I'm sure.
Sunday will be a day of prayer and reflecting on our previous nights sinning. Blass (bloggermass) will be announced at a later time. That day is totally just up in the air. Possibly Brunch, Linner (late lunch early dinner?) or whatever. My flight leaves at 7am *shudders* on Monday, so I'm sure I won't be getting shitty in some bar at midnight. No really! I mean it!
Big hug to those who can't be there to join us. You will be sorely missed but highly talked about. We can try to plan another one of these gatherings and give people plenty of warning to be able to make the proper plans.
Anyone who doesn't have my cell number, please email me and we can exchange and keep in contact while I'm there.
I also will be making everyone sign a release form so I can post the entire trips incriminating photos upon my return.
I'm just sayin'.
Hope I haven't forgotten anything.......
On one of his first nights in the White House, Dubya is awakened by the ghost of George Washington. Bush is frightened, but asks: "George, what is the best thing I could do to help the country?" Washington advises him: "Be honest above all else and set an honorable example, just as I did." This makes Bush uncomfortable, but he manages to get back to sleep. The next night, the ghost of Thomas Jefferson moves through the dark bedroom. "Tom," Dubya asks, "what is the best thing I could do to help the country?" Jefferson replies, "Throw away your prepared remarks and speak eloquently and extemporaneously from your heart," Jefferson advises. Bush isn't sleeping well at all the next night, and sees another figure moving in the shadows. It's Abraham Lincoln's ghost and Dubya thinks finally, a Republican, I'll get some advice that I can use. "Abe, what is the best thing I could do to help the country?" Bush asks hopefully. Abe answers: "Go see a play."
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George W. was asked what he thought about Roe v. Wade. He said he thought it was just about the most important decision George Washington had to make before crossing the Delaware.
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Quick Thinking
A man walked into the produce section of his local supermarket, and asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce. The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter. Walking into the back room, the boy said to the manager, "Some asshole wants to buy half a head of lettuce." As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "And this gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half." The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way. Later the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. "Where are you from, son?" "Texas, sir," the boy replied. "Well, why did you leave Texas?" the manager asked. The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and football players down there." "Really?" said the manager. "My wife is from Texas." "No shit??" replied the boy. "Who'd she play for?"
Had a relaxing evening laying on the couch watching Comedy Central with Brian last night. I laugh when I'm around him enough the way it is.
My mind is in a thousand places today. Can't seem to focus on anything. Good thing I'm leaving for NYC Thursday, since I can't seem to get anything accomplished at work. Well, except chatting with friends and blogging. I do have my priorities. Can't seem to focus on what to say either. I'm going in for my quarterly test results today. You would think I would be use to this by now after 12 years. I still get all paranoid and worried that something is not going to come back ok. I'm healthy as a horse, so I shouldn't worry. I just need a swift kick in the ass I think.
Any takers?
What a way to end my weekend. The Dallas Gay Softball Association each year has a Miss PSSA competition. Basically it's a chance for those butch softball players to dress up in drag, perform and possibly win a title. Each time handpicks someone off their team to perform. Swimsuit, talent and evening gown. You can just imagine what type of drag show it was by the names alone:
Mya Vagina
Shegotta Moustache
Ima Hoe
Farayray Jenkins
Hellen Bed
Cinnamon Toast
Strawberry Koolaida Washington
Big Red (literally had "flaming" titties)
Kenya Tossya Salad
Ima Rossa Chicken
Ruthless Queen
Jeri Atrick
and last but not least,......Ineeda Bump.
I know they say to take the name of your first pet and the street you grew up on to give yourself a drag name. Mine would be Gidget St. Joe. Kinda like that if I do say so myself. Not that I would ever do drag. Well, unless it was Halloween or for a good cause. I just asked the Spykester what his drag name would be. Bimbo Rose. Gotta love my Spyke.
After seeing the swimsuit and talent competitions complete with goatees, blue eyeshadow and nerf football boobies, Brian and I decided not to stick around for the evening gown part. We'd had enough. Late that night we headed out to a little park near DFW Airport and watched the planes take off and land while we talked.
Good times......
Well, if you want to watch a movie that in my opinion is the biggest cock tease EVER, then you should see the movie Troy. There are more gratuitus butt, pubic hair, pelvic area, leg and chest shots throughout the entire movie. It's a manfest that's for sure. Who knew that every single man in Greece and Troy were built like The Rock. The movie is beautiful and bloody at the same time.
Today was spent buying a gay new outfit and a man purse messenger bag for my trip to NYC. MAK and I will be posting details about our first night out for happy hour, dinner and followed by drinks again for this coming Friday on both our sites in a couple days. Make sure you all come back for details. Anyone that needs my cell number just email me and we'll exchange. The first annaul Blogarama is almost here!
Roomie and I picked up a couple Beta's (Japanese fighting fish) this afternoon. Their names are Blue and Red. Original, huh? It was either that or Connie and Carla. But since their boys.....
Brian is out of town visiting his family. I can't wait to see him tomorrow.
Hope everyone is having a great weekend and staying out of trouble.
Queer Eye' Fixin' to Mess with Texas
(Friday, May 14 10:38 AM)
LOS ANGELES (Zap2it.com) - The Fab 5 is in a Lone Star state of mind.
Bravo says it will tape three episodes of "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" in Texas this summer, marking the first time the show has left the New York City area. The series is currently looking for straight guys in Dallas and Fort Worth to tszuj.
"Our ideal candidates will be real Texas men," says Maura Tighe, the show's casting director. "Professional actors or performers need not apply."
Guys hoping to get a "make-better" from Carson Kressley, Ted Allen, Kyan Douglas, Thom Filicia and Jai Rodriguez can apply themselves; friends and family who think someone desperately needs a lifestyle change can also send in audition tapes. Details are at BravoTV.com.
Tighe also notes that ideal candidates will have some "momentous event" at which they can reveal their new "Queer Eye"-approved selves, or have "a personal goal in mind that the Fab 5 can help him achieve."
Airdates for the Texas episodes haven't been set. New episodes of "Queer Eye" begin airing on Bravo June 1.
Last night, Brian's best friend, who's a gradeschool teacher directed the 2nd through 6th grade production of Annie. This musical is something that you would normally see performed by a highschool. We sat up in the balcony with the spotlight operator and the principal and filmed the play for them. I have to say that those inner city kids absolutely kicked ass. They were just the cutest! I was just amazed at how a group this young was able to put on a musical of this scale and pull it off.
We headed down to a place in the gayborhood called The Cosmic Cup for a cup of homemade Chai Tea. Zenchick would love this place. Budda's everywhere. Incense. Funky artwork and decor. Traditional Indian music. Meditation, Prayer and Yoga room. Water features. Great vegetarian food. It's a place to find the local Dallas goth scene, artist, poety writers and musicians. I forgot how much I enjoyed hanging out there. After a time of talking, sharing and laughing we headed home and crashed.
One moment I'm stuffing dollar bills down a hot straight boys boxers and the next I'm seeing an elementary schools production of Annie. I love my life.
Probably going to see Troy tonight and just relax the rest of the weekend. The review I heard this morning referred to it as "Butts Galore!" Not sure about you, but I'm thinking that's a good thing.
I'll be the one screaming and giggling like a little girl in the back each time Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom or Eric Bana come on screen.
Last night I got the infamous call. "Meet us for a drink Gurl!!!" I happily obliged. While sitting there drinking vewy vewy slowy I might add, Wayne Smith (He's a drag queen who performs as Cher and host different events) asks me to be a Judge for the nights Kareoke semi-finals. Ok, let's get this straight. I arrived at 6pm. He asked me to judge at 8pm. Contest started at 10pm and ended around 2am. Christ on a cracker! Luckily he told us it was an open tab and we got free Tommy Hilfiger products. This boy is all about free shit.
Did I mention that Brian was a contestant? No? Oh, well he was. I was very impartial though. Yes, Wayne knew.
I felt that my comments were fair. I told them the good aspects of their singing and what they could improve on. I mentioned to one contestant that he sang well, but that his shirt reminded me of my grandmothers couch. It was horrible. Someone had to say something. After he was mentioned as one of the 5 that did not continue to the finals for next week, he grabs me and says, "Next time I'll make sure I wear a better shirt you Fucker!" I politely told him that a better shirt wouldn't help him win the competition and if he didn't get his hands off me, I'd have to go all butch on him or find myself a lesbian to beat the shit out of him. Don't piss off the judge, I'll have you removed from the bar.
Have I told you that Brian has a voice of an Angel?
During the competition, this beautiful, towering GOD walked by us. He looked like he fell out of an Ambercrombie and Fitch magazine and I kid you NOT. Of course, I had to pull up his shirt and feel him up just to make sure. After constantly teasing the poor straight boy, it wasn't long before during one of the judges songs, we got him on stage and out of his clothes. Payday is Friday. Cash flow is in short supply. I put 3 dollar bills down his ass and 5 dollars down the front of his crotch. Money well spent. The boy was perfect all over. Had no problem with us checking his goods out.
Where's my fucking camera when I need it?????
It's so difficult to give people constructive criticism. If you're going to get up there and attempt to sing when you can't carry a tune, take it as a compliment when I tell you, "Thank God you're cute."
A recent chat with the ever-so-loveable Zenchick:
Me: Huh, I've noticed all these straight women are now reading me. But I want you to know that no one will ever replace YOU.
Zenchick: You bet your sweet, Nebraskan half Jewish ASS no other straight chick will replace me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday Brian and I had some good ol' Tex Mex food at Mia's. I love his public displays of affection. It's been a while since someone felt comfortable enough to hold your hand, kiss your cheek or give you a hug no matter where you are or who you're around. I remember back in college being more bold and daring about showing affection for someone. Over the course of time, dating guys who couldn't even show a small amount of affection outside of the bedroom became the norm. It's not that I'm looking to be bent over a table in the middle of a restaurant. I'm not trying to shove my sexuality in someone's face either. Just those subtle little hugs, pecks on the cheek or rubbing that small lower place on your back while having a conversation. Ok, well maybe that last one is just one of my favorites. I guess over the years I just got use to guys that just weren't that affectionate.
It's been nice to experience it again. It's nice feeling comfortable with someone.
Right after we sat down, I noticed a little boy probably 7 or 8 years of age. The top of his head had a massive fresh looking scar that snaked across the top. You could see some light blond hairs coming through very sparse. Like the remaining hairs after having chemo treatments. As we talked, my eyes wandered over to watch him. His mother helped him cut his sopapia for him. I watch as he struggled with the fork. He seemed to have trouble focusing on the task at hand. I watched as he patiently tried to take a bite, but one side of his face just didn't want to cooperate. He was frustrated for a moment. Didn't seem to bother him long. He chatted with his mother and had a gleam in his eye. He seemed happy enough.
The tender spot that I have for kids is enormous. My first instinct was to walk over and give him a hug and wish his problems would just all disappear. I wanted to do something. I felt so helpless. I just sat there getting all teary eyed. I'm getting that way again just thinking about him. He's been on my mind since yesterday and I can't seem to shake him. I wish kids didn't have to go through things like that.
Just like my mother would do, leaning over to kiss my boo boo and make it all go away, I wanted to do the same.
I'm quirky.
I realize that more and more. For instance, I mentioned this weekend that I have to smell my food before I take a bite. Don't think I'm like some kind of dog on all fours, obnoxiously sniffing my food. I'm very subtle about it. You'll probably never even notice that before I take that first bite, I ever so slightly have checked to see if it's edible. I don't do this with every bite, just the first one. I don't have OCD or anything. Just another thing I blame on my parents.
My dad was notorious for being paranoid that the milk hadn't gone bad or the meat wasn't fresh. If he for one moment thought that it wasn't just quite right he'd yell, "Hey Son, taste this milk and let me know what you think, or Take a bite of this burger and tell me if it's ok." I was the son that was stupid enough when I was little to continue to be a food tester for Dad. I can't tell you how many times the milk or meat was.....past it's prime. Yes, I had a wonderful "Leave it to Beaver" type childhood. My father just tried to poison me on occasion. Either that or make me blow chunks. Ah, the look of a proud father when he was right that the milk had gone sour, while seeing milk bubbling from his youngest son's nose. It took a couple years to realize this little game. Once I did, I remember it fondly being the first day I told my father, NO.
I have other quirks. I know a fine line is drawn between unique and just being a complete loon, right? I've been known to drive all the way back home if I've forgotten to put on a belt or cologne. (Holy FUCK, I just noticed I don't have a belt on today! Shit!) I feel naked. I'll check the locks on the door every single time I walk past them when I'm at home by myself. I'll use the remote and lock my car door, hear it beep, then lock it again. I'll probably do it one more time before I walk inside. Don't get me started on how many times I'll check to make sure my wallet and keys are in my pockets while out at a bar.
I know there's reasons for it all. I was held at gunpoint in my apartment for over an hour a couple years ago. Long story for another day if you want to hear. So, I'm paranoid about the locks in my house. I've had my car broken into six times since I've lived in Dallas. That accounts for making sure my car is locked properly I guess. After losing your keys and/or wallet a few times, will make you paranoid that they've fallen out of your pockets. I can't account for the belt and cologne fiasco. I'm just a slave to looking and smelling good?
I guess we would all be kind of boring without a little quirkiness. I have a few other things that I'm sure would make me sound certifiably nutty, but I have someone reading this blog that I want to make a good impression on.
Anything you can admit about yourself that's a quirk?
Have I told you yet how great of a weekend I had? Ok, well I did. Roomie and I were busy little beavers cleaning house yesterday. Trust me it needed it. Later on I met up with Brian (email guy) and had dinner with a friend of his, Mama something or other (Trixie? Twila?). That guy had me laughing my ass off. Afterwards we headed to The Ginger Man for a couple beers before heading home.
While I was at Brian's place this morning standing at the mirror shaving before heading to work, I got hit by what you would call deja vu like a ton of bricks. I've always been one to experience this sensation, even when I was just a little kid. It also seems to happen frequently. Normally I can stop and say that I remembered being in this situation before or something similar. Usually it's just a fleeting thought or feeling (whatever you want to call it) and then it passes. Not this morning.
I actually put down my razor (didn't want to slice my face up) and just stood there for a few moments until it passed. I couldn't place why I was having this sensation. Hell, I've been standing in another guys bathroom shaving before going to work, but I just couldn't understand why here or why now? Feel like I'm not making any sense. It's not like I was freaking out or anything, it just seemed unusually strong this time.
I've heard numerous explanations for this. My favorite was a friend of mine who said that it was myself re-living moments of a previous life. It made it sound so exotic or something.
Do you all have this sensation often or ever heard of what it means?
Maybe I'm just going crazy. Wouldn't surprise me.
Yesterday BA, TS and I hung out watching the glassblowers in Grapevine Texas. Not getting into it too much, but I didn't feel very comfortable and they really didn't seem in the mood to talk. We watched them blow glass and checked out their glasswork and then decided to walk the streets of Grapevine. It's an old city with cobblestone streets, gas lights, antique stores, galleries, bars and restaurants. Quite a charming little place. We got stuck in a thunderstorm and decided to eat seafood.
Afterwards we headed over to check out the new Gaylord Texan Resort which recently opened a mile from the city.
My company Centex built this monstrosity. I've never seen anything like it. Everything truely IS bigger in Texas. This place has everything. They have recreated the Rio Grande River, San Antonio Riverwalk, Hill Country and Grape Vinyards of Texas all inside the lobby. Here are a few pics from the inside that I took. They're kind of dark, but you'll get the idea.
Would be a great place to get a room for the weekend and spend it with someone special.
First off, the movie Van Helsing just wears you the fuck OUT. Incredible sets, scenes and special effects. Visually it's stunning. Hugh Jackman with his shirt off is just spellbinding. He just needed a haircut. But the movie was like having a clown screaming in your face for two hours while being hit in the head with a baseball bat. I was just so tired afterwards. If you're looking for nothing but pure entertainment, then see it.
Met up with emailboy from Wednesday night. All I'm saying is that I haven't had a night, morning and next day like that in ages.
Getting ready to head out with my roommie and my friend TS to see the glass demonstrations. Need to see how good these straight men can blow. Maybe we can give some pointers. Hopefully they won't mind me taking pics. We'll see.
Update tomorrow!
Should be a good weekend. I'm sure as hell ready for it. Staying the fuck away from any sort of alcoholic beverages though. Forgot to mention that on my night of drunken stuporness, while I was sitting with the pretty strippers (like hell they were teachers), a cute guy walks by and rubs my head. A few moments later, his friends were dragging him to another bar. As he passed me again, he yells out his email address and tells me to contact him. My ability to retain any sort of information after what I consumed is non-existent. I remember saying, "I'll forget that within the next few minutes". A kind man sitting next to me remembered it, wrote it down and handed it to me. I didn't notice until yesterday that I had the card in my pocket. I thought what the fuck, email him. He responded. It wasn't a fake email address! He emailed back and told me to call him last night. Had a nice hour long chat and are going out to dinner next week. Now I just hope he's as cute as my beergoggle eyes remembered him to be.
Tonight friends and I are going to go see the movie Van Helsing. I've already been hearing bad reviews of the movie but that won't stop me. I'm a huge special effects and Hugh Jackman whore. Who needs a fucking plot anyway?
Tomorrow is the grand opening celebration of the Vetro Glassblowing Studio. I hadn't heard back from them regarding me possibly blowing glass in their studio for quite some time. When they finally did, they invited me to their opening to meet the artist and see the new studio. They'll be doing demonstrations from 10am-10pm. Anyone on the Dallas area should really try to stop by and check them out. Cross your fingers guys. I really want to blow glass again.
Hell, just blow something.
I'll try to take some pictures of the studio and the demonstrations and post them this weekend.
Holy Cinco de FUCK is more like it. Not that I need an excuse to go out and have a cocktail, but why oh tell me WHY on God's green earth do I feel it's necessary to drink buttloads of tequila shots just because the French got their asses beaten by the Mexicans?
You know your Cinco De Mayo was a success if:
1. You got to kiss a really cute Hispanic guy.
2. You celebrated the Mexicans asswhupping by doing 5 tequila shots.
3. You drink the last tequila shot in stages so it wouldn't come back up.
4. You asked someone you've had a crush on out on a date. Only to have them giggle.
5. You told two beautiful girls that you thought they looked like strippers and you found out they were school teachers.
6. You told the two beautiful girls that their breast could NOT be real and they were horrified that you were 100% correct.
7. You were in the middle of the bar squeezing the beautiful girls boobies to see how real they felt since they asked you to check them out.
8. Your straight bartender kept shining the flashlight over at you to sneak a peak.
9. You made your straight bartender jealous that you were getting more action with women then he's had in months.
10. Your breath this morning is strong enough to strip paint.
11. Your boss asked you if you had a good time last night since you still seem a little tipsy.
12. Your co-workers are pissed that they didn't take you up on your invite to get shitfaced.
Please don't blog too loudly today guys. I have a hangover.
*smooches*
This Day In History:
Most people don't know that back in 1912, Hellmann's mayonnaise was produced in England. In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was to be the next port of call after New York. This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico.... But as we know, the great ship did not make it to New York. The people of Mexico were crazy about mayonnaise and were eagerly awaiting its delivery, and they were devastated by the loss. Their anguish was so great, that they declared a national day of mourning, which they observe to this day. It occurs each year on the fifth of May, and is named, simply as Sinko de Mayo.
HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO EVERYONE!
Maybe I'm just strange, but I actually love making a visit to my doctor. I got back a while ago from being pricked. Oh, not that way, they had to draw blood to check and see if My Boys (tcell/viral load counts) are all getting along for my upcoming 3 month checkup. I've mentioned before that the main reason I left Kansas City in '94 was due what I felt was the lack of HIV treatment knowledge. So I've been going to my doctor for close to ten years now. They've become like a little sub-family.
After helping an older gentleman in a wheelchair down in the lobby go to the bathroom, since he begged me for help (sidenote: I would NEVER make a good nurse. I commend anyone in that profession. How do you all do it? Takes a special person is all I'm sayin'), I headed upstairs. I was greated with a hug and kiss by the receptionist, my old nurse, the nurse before him and even my current nurse as we passed each other in the hallway. I sat down to get pricked and the new guy introduced himself, gave me a hug and asked if he could rub my head. Ever since I shaved my head a long time ago, it's a frequent request of even total strangers. I've never understood why. I'm just glad I don't pass out cold like I use to just seeing a needle come towards me.
As I was sitting there, my doc comes in and gives me another hug and kiss and proceeds to ask me how life is going. You could walk into this place in the worst possible mood and leave feeling better.
This isn't an unusual visit to the doctor. They honestly care about each individual and make it a point to to say Hi and ask how things are going. The staff, especially the doctor have seen me at my best and also at my worst. Which I'll admit isn't pretty. He's seen me cracking jokes and he's also had me bawling on his shoulder. I've talked with him about my friends, family and boyfriends. He's even sat there for over an hour listening to me bitch, moan and complain.
Friends tell me about being herded through their doctor's office like cattle. They're just a number and not a name attached to a face. They have to wait weeks and sometimes months before they can get an appointment. Half the time they never see their doctor. Usually they're stuck with a physicians assistant every single time.
I was told 11 years ago that I had to take charge of my own health care. Find someone who will listen to me and let me have a say in my own treatment. Find someone who you can confide in and talk to like they're a friend. Find someone who you can see at a moments notice if needed.
Not sure why this entry took this route. I was given some good advice and I'm glad I listened I guess.
There are times when I just feel pretty damn lucky.
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Yippee!! Thanks to Victor, I now have a gmail account and can stop using my worthless hotmail and yahoo accounts. You are welcome to use mthaut@gmail.com in addition to my zeitzeuge address listed on the left. Although it won't be checked until I'm at home. Bastards at work have it blocked.
Last night my roomie and I decided to grab a bite of dinner and then head over to the grocery store to stock up. I miss the days when I first moved here. Down in the gayborhood we have Mary Thumb (aka Tom Thumb) and Krogurl (aka Kroger). For some reason Monday nights were obviously the night to get your groceries. Every gay man in the hood had to stock up on that night it seemed. It's bad enough when you go in there, all you hear is some pounding dance music. All they need is a disco ball and flag dancers. But I guess that's life in the hood. Nothing like seeing men chasing each other around with their carts full of flowers, exotic fruits/veggies, french bread and tons of pasta. You think the man in full leather could have at least left his red/yellow/black hankies and handcuffs at home. Thank God his ass wasn't hanging out of his chaps otherwise I would have had to go home. I guess you never know when a good fisting or watersports opportunity might present itself.
I have to admit that only one time in my life have I picked up someone while grocery shopping. Hell, I once met someone at a stoplight, so what's the big deal huh? We were giving each other the usual eye-fluttering-come-hither-I'm-trying-to-seduce-you-with-my-eyeball-glances for over an hour. Of course, he decides to check out when I did and gets right behind me at the checkout. He won't say a word and I was getting tired of the chase so after ringing up I just left. Few moments later I get the shit scared out of me as someone knocks on my window. It's him. I roll the window down about 3 inches is all. There are some crazy bitches out there. He hands me his card and asks me out to dinner and a movie. That's code speak for, "Would you like to skip dinner and a movie and go home and fuck instead?" Of course we did. It was nothing special, so I'm not going into details. We never saw each other again either.
I guess it just goes to show you that you can meet someone anywhere, huh? Where are you going with this Mark you ask? As the rommie and I grab our cart last night, I spotted a dear-god-why-couldn't-you-have-made-me-look-like-that guy named Kyle who's a "massage therapist" listed in our local fagrag. I put that in quotes since he's one of a few massage therapist that does not list an RMT number with their ad. He and his ever-so-hunky-gosh-I-want-to-be-sandwiched-inbetween-the-two-of-them boyfriend have their own website, which I understand is quite the spectacle. One of my roomies friends received a massage from him. He was quite pleased if you know what I mean.
We decided that we were too full from dinner to shop for food. As we were leaving I made sure I made contact with the please-do-me-until-it-hurts Guy. I absolutely melted just gazing into those I-want-to-ravish-you-silly eyes of his. He smiled back. Probably because he was so uncomfortable from my constant stalking.
I think I'm in the mood to get off, I mean the mood for a massage.
A teacher in a small Texas town asks her class how many of them are Bush fans.
Not really knowing what a Bush fan is, but wanting to be liked by the teacher, all the kids raise their hands except one boy --Johnny.
The teacher asks Johnny why he has decided to be different. Johnny says, "I'm not a Bush fan."
The teacher says, "Why aren't you a Bush fan?"
Johnny says, "I'm a John F. Kerry fan."
The teacher asks why he's a Kerry fan.
The boy says, "Well, my mom's a Kerry fan, and my Dad's a Kerry fan, so I'm a Kerry fan!"
The teacher is kind of angry, because this is Texas, so she says, "What if your Mom was a moron, and your dad was an idiot, what would that make you?"
Johnny says, "That would make me a Bush fan."
*****
At the New York Kennedy airport today, a public school teacher, was arrested trying to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a slide rule and a calculator. Attorney general John Ashcroft believes the man is a member of the notorious Al-Gebra movement. He is being charged with carrying weapons of math instruction.
"Al-Gebra is a very fearsome cult, indeed", Ashcroft said. "They desire average solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on a tangent in search of absolute value. They consist of quite shadowy figures, with names like "x" and "y", and, although they are frequently referred to as "unknowns", we know they really belong to a common denominator and are part of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country. As the great Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, "There are 3 sides to every triangle."
When asked to comment on the arrest, President Bush said, "If God had wanted us to have better weapons of math instruction, He would have given us more fingers and toes."
*****
Every woman's dream...
A teacher asked her class, "What do you want out of life"?
A little girl in the back raised her hand and said, "All I want out of life is four animals."
The teacher asked "Really? And what four animals would that be"?
The little girl replied, "A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage, a tiger in my bed and a jackass to pay for it all."
The teacher fainted.
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Jim went into the proctologist's office for his first exam. The doctor told him to have a seat in the examination room and that he would be with him in just a few minutes. When Jim sat down and began observing the tools, he noticed there were 3 items on a stand next to the doctor's desk.
1. A tube of K-Y jelly
2. A rubber glove
3. A beer
When the doctor finally came in, Jim said, Look Doc, I'm a little confused. This is my first exam. I know what the K-Y is for, and I know what the glove is for, but can you tell me what the BEER is for?
At that the doctor became noticeably outraged and stormed over to the door. The doc flung the door open and yelled to his nurse........Dammit, Helen!
I said A BUTT LIGHT!!!
Ever stop and wonder about all the stuff you said you weren't going to do, stuff you were going to cut back on or things you were going to accomplish back on January 1st? I have to honestly admit that I haven't accomplished any of the goals that I set for myself personally. I had thought quite extensively about that this past weekend as I went through my normal tragic weekend routine.
When I start re-evaluating myself and my life, I tend to beat myself up. Why haven't you done this or why didn't you do that? There's that constant nagging guilt in the back of my mind. When do you get to the point where you know you need to make a change in certain areas of your life and actually make those changes?
Yesterday ended up being a day spent alone shopping, having coffee, seeing a movie, doing laundry and yardwork. Times like these give a person way too much time to think. Dwelling on the past and thinking of the future. When did life get so stagnant and routine? How many questions have I asked in this single post?
Sometimes when I think about changing certain parts of my life, I always wonder how it would affect my relationships that I value so much. How will they react? Will I lose friends? Will I be supported? I realize that I just need to make changes and move forward for myself first and foremost and not care about anyone or anything. Things will fall into place as they should.
Cryptic, huh?
I'm in a funk, can you tell? Ok, no more questions.
On a happier note, I did get a surprise phone call from Myke yesterday. It took me a minute to realize who I was talking to. *Myke from the eastcoast with a southern accent.....hmmmmm* We had a nice long talk and got to know each other a little bit better. Hopefully one of many more calls. I hope he works out being able to come up to NYC and meet. Which reminds me, I TOTALLY forgot to call Him last week. Damn.
Friday night we headed down to the gayborhood for a night of debauchery. That's exactly what I got. While pounding down drinks at Mickey's, this young guy from OKC was hanging out with us. He got so trashed that I ended up having to play babysitter all night. Literally all night. He needed a place to crash since he couldn't drive. Hell, he wasn't good at standing by that point. I was going to have him sleep on the couch, but my roommates kid was spending the weekend here. So....I tell him that he can crash with me but to leave me alone. I was tired and cranky.
I know you're thinking, 'This is a bad thing?'
It is when you don't want any boinking to happen with this kid. Well no boinking went on, but after hours and hours of NOT LEAVING ME THE FUCK ALONE, I played with him like a puppy, patted his head, told him 'good boy' then made him to roll over and leave me alone.
It took exactly one hour after I dropped him off the next morning before the phone calls started rolling in to give me hell. I deserved it. The trouble I get myself in.
Redact cooked an incredible dinner last night. We had his infamous Pasta Carbonara, fried squash, grilled asparagus and roasted grape tomatoes. The boys all went out but I stayed home. I figured why tempt fate twice. She wasn't kind to me the first round. That bitch.
Today is a day of doing laundry, going to see a movie and then end the day by seeing an art exhibit with a friend.
I hope everyones weekend was a good one.
