Even before the new year has started, I've already achieved the majority of my goals. I was the perfect husbear last night. I went home yesterday and gave hubby the blowjob of his life, took him to a fancy nice dinner at Chik-fi-la and even paid for it. It doesn't get much nicer then that.
We followed our delicious chicken nuggets at the foodcourt with a round of shopping, telling him he should buy everything that he liked. I told him how wonderful he looked in a new pair of boots and convinced him to buy them. We then headed over to the theater for a movie. I would have offered to buy us more food and drink, but we were pretty full from our waffle fries and diet cokes. I filled the evening with witty comments and slathered him with compliments and kisses whenever possible.
It was hard work, but I think it's something I can continue with on a consistant basis without much trouble.
Once we got home, I sat down at the piano and played a little while he sang. Before we knew it, it was very late and way past our bedtime, so we climbed into bed. I don't think I could have been more perfect. I'm just saying.
It was hard work.
We did a lot of walking around the mall and had to park far away in the parking lot, so I'm going to count that as a pretty good cardio workout. We ate healthy for dinner despite the fact that it was covered in batter and fried and came with dipping sauces. Maybe I can't count that as a healthy meal. Can't be perfect all the time.
To top it off, I didn't smoke one cigarette. It didn't matter that the whole place is non-smoking, I never carry nor buy cigarettes and every drink I had in my hand the whole evening was non-alcoholic, it's all about baby steps.
Not once during the entire night did I ever plant my ass on the couch. No couch potato for me last night. I was a man-on-the-go. Except for the times I was sitting in the movie theater, the car or at the piano.
Only thing I didn't accomplish yesterday was any sort of painting or drawing. I know, I'm a slacker.
I'll try to doodle some today while at work.
I've been thinking a lot this past few weeks about what I want to improve on or change in my life at the first of the year. Oh, I know we don't need to wait until New Years Day to start a new, but the end of another year and the starting of the next, always causes me to reflect on how I lived my life and what needs to change.
I don't like calling them resolutions. There's always been a stigma attached to them. We all make big plans to make all these drastic changes, only to fail miserably most of the time by February 1st. Improving and changing is a continuous process. One that can be worked on through the entire year. Promises can be made to ourselves and to our friends or partners at any time. What matters is if we follow through and achieve the goals we set for ourselves.
Needless to say, many of the goals I made for myself this past year weren't met, but then again a few were. I don't like dwelling on the past, so digging up past promises I made to myself that I failed to achieve doesn't do any good.
1. I'm going to make a huge effort this year to stop smoking. WHAT you say? Yes, when I've got a cocktail in my hand, the urge to tackle someone and rip their clothes off to find a cancer stick is overwhelming. Luckily, I don't smoke daily. If I don't drink for a few weeks, then I don't smoke for a few weeks. It's the whole "drink in one hand, cigarette in the other" thing. It's a nasty habit that I need to break. I could just stop drinking all together which would cure my cig fetish, but I see no need in that. I just need to be strong when I'm out with friends, to not sucumb to the darkside anymore. Health is another factor.
2. Keeping with the health theme and my cardio issues of late, I'm also promising myself to get back into the gym. Nothing like having a gym membership and never going. Going to the gym for me is all about motivation. I must have someone kicking me in the ass, forcing me to go. Once I'm there, I'm glad that I went. Once I get into a routine, I usually stick to it like clockwork. Maybe I should spend more time in the lockerroom staring at naked men a little bit longer as an added incentive to going. Again, health is another factor.
3. The above to promises to myself have to do with motivation. Motivation lately is at an all time low. I find myself sitting on my ass in front of the television, with my laptop in my hands. Don't worry, there's no lube or cum rag in sight. No wonder I'm steadily gaining weight and have found myself at almost 180 pounds. Remember back in the day when I could barely sustain 155? I'm an official couch potato. I need to motivate myself to get my ass off the couch to draw and paint. I have ideas floating around in my head all the time and continue to buy the supplies. I just come home, take one look at the doggie, let out a huge sigh and do nothing.
4. Last but not least, I want to be a better husbear to my partner. I know you all out there think that I'm probably the most perfect person in a relationship. I hate to tarnish your image of me, but alas it's not true. I have my faults. Big ones. I can be controlling. Opinionated. Demanding. I could continue with this list, but it would depress the hell out of me. Luckily my personality, wit and charm make up for it in many ways *cough*. Last night was a prime example of my not-so-wonderful qualities as a partner. I'm not sure what was wrong with us, but neither one of us could say or do the right thing which caused an evening of arguments, followed by a slew of apologies. Being a better partner encompasses a lot of things. Listening better. Being more sensitive to the other ones needs, wants, desires. Knowing when to keep your mouth shut. When to provide a hug, rather then voicing your opinion. It's all a delicate balance, that even at the age of 41 I'm still learning.
Whether or not I get an A+ on my 2007 report card or not doesn't matter. If I fully achieve one of the four and only partially suceed at the other 3, then I've made progress.
If you're not moving forward in my opinion, you're not standing still but moving backwards.
Every year, it seems as Christmas comes as quickly as it goes.
My trip home to see the family was quite uneventful. Max actually enjoyed his time on the road it seemed and kept his flatulence to a minimum. When it's way below freezing outside, it makes opening the windows to air things out a bit difficult.
My time with Mom and her husband as usual was very nice. Mom likes to pamper me and her husband likes to talk a lot and tell longwinded stories. The only bad thing was that Mom was getting over a 24 hour stomach virus and her husband caught it about two days later. I just wanted to get the hell out of town without catching it myself. Before I left yesterday, my Sister, a brother and a sister-in-law all came down with the same virus.
This made for a very low key Christmas. A few of my nieces and their families were spending it with their other in-laws this holiday. Combine that with many out sick or just not feeling well and there you have my Christmas. No one really wanted to go out and do anything, no one wanted to laugh and party it up. We spent most nights hanging at my Brothers house playing poker. Texas Hold'em.
I'm not a card player. My brain doesn't work correctly to play cards well. After constantly trying to get me to play, I said ok. They just wanted my money is all. I won the first two rounds and had 4 times as many chips then anyone else. A rookies luck I guess. After losing 20 bucks, I called it quits. I like my money too much to throw it away on a card game. I guess you won't find me making lots of trips to Las Vegas any time soon.
Other then eating too much, sleeping in a lot and visiting with family, that was my Christmas. The older we get, it seems that the magic of the season is no longer there. The kids rip open their gifts within minutes and are bored almost immediately. The gift exchange for adults was over within an hour, which has to be some sort of record for us. We didn't even go to church this year. No one was in the mood. The dinner was the closest thing to what it was like growing up.
Times are changing I guess. We are changing. I'm changing.
Maybe I'm just all "holiday'ed" out.
It was so wonderful to see Brian last night. We had been apart for a while due to the holidays. His 32nd Birthday was yesterday. His best friend invited us over for a Christmas/Birthday dinner. We had a great time. You can see a picture of the birthday boy taken with my camera phone. Of all nights to forget my camera at home.
Now to start planning New Years.
Brian and I wanted to wish all of you out there a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. See you when we get back.
I have to say, I like my cardiologist. He's a young guy. He's worked with many HIV patients while living in San Francisco, so he's very familiar with the disease and how it affects the body, especially the heart of course. My confidence was boosted by him this morning. He told me that my sonogram, EKG and stress test all came back great. After being on Crestor for six weeks, my tryglicerides are 410, down from 1500, cholesterol 170, down from 250 and HDL (good cholesterol) went from 38 to 41. He considers most of my problems are caused by my HIV meds, which is something we kind of already knew. I'm to continue what I'm doing in hopes of improving my numbers even further.
I'm supposed to continue to try and eat better, exercise and cut back on alcohol. I said, "Completely?!" He sort of smiled and said only social drinking. I told him that I'm social probably every other weekend for maybe one night when it's not the holiday season and he said that was fine. I'm also to drink more red wine if at all possible. I told him that was an easy thing to accomplish since I love red wine and always had dreams of being a Wino.
He never got any of my witty humor.
I have a gym membership but haven't found the time, energy or motivation to go. I guess that has to change. Oh well. Gives me an excuse to go shopping for work out clothes.
Now only if I could get them to allow me to drink wine at work.
How much easier and more fun would my job be?
Finally, the day came to where I could get a new cell phone. Back in the day, all I had to do was take my phone out drinking with me or take it to New York City and I would be forced to get a new one.
Some people in NYC can attest to my ability to lose a phone. The first GB:NYC, I left my very expensive phone in a cab at 5am in the morning. Talk about trying to find a needle in a haystack. A bunch of us spent a couple of hours walking around the next day trying to find a Cingular store so I could waste a couple hundred bucks on another phone. The next night out partying with the boys, I lost my new phone at a bar called XL. Luckily, Homer found it by the coat check. I lost my phone again during GB:NYC2 for a very short time even.
Drunken stupor's and cell phones don't mix with me.
Ever since then, I've been very careful not to lose another one. I think it helps that I carry a manpurse. This means that I've been stuck with my old phone for almost two years now. It's scratched, nicked and beat up all to hell. The screen sometimes doesn't even work. It's been dropped, thrown and even gotten wet.
I wasn't eligible until yesterday to receive a new one. Although I had to bitch to get that to happen. Cingular is known for extending the date you can upgrade your phone based upon if you're a good customer or not. Basically, if you spent a shitload of money with them and use a lot of minutes. Since I'm an "average" customer that pays my bill every month on time and never uses all my minutes due to mainly talking with other Cingular customers, they kept pushing my upgrade date further and further out. I'm lucky my service wasn't shut off since I don't use enough of my minutes. After going into full on bitch mode I was able to get them to stick to the original upgrade date.
There are days where I wonder why I stick with Cingular.
I was so excited. By the time I walked out the door, I had purchased a new Motorola SLVR that plays mp3's, movies and takes pictures. Just what I need. I'm also a sucker for a salespitch. For an additional 80 bucks, I could also get the bluetooth headset, carrying case and car charger. Don't ever try to sell me a timeshare.
Three hundred dollars later, I have a new phone with all the acoutremont's. Wasn't this just an upgrade? Shouldn't it be much cheaper then this when you extend your contract another two years? Without the contract, the entire purchase would have been around 500 bucks he told me.
Well, Merry Christmas to me, huh? Good thing I was done with all my Christmas shopping because I'm going to be eating macaroni and cheese for the next week.
What? A weekend without any pictures? I couldn't stand the thought of having to take that damn camera with us this weekend and constantly be snapping photo's. People are always joking that whenever they see Brian and I, they see flashing lights. I put the camera away until I go home for Christmas. I'm sure our friends were relieved.
Once Brian landed, it wasn't long before we had to head out to our first party of the weekend. Neither one of us were very hungry, so we figured we would go straight to the party and have a few cocktails. Big mistake. I only had probably 5 pomegranate vodka's on an empty stomach. I was quite sick by the time we made it home and hungover for most of the day on Saturday. It was a fun party despite all that. The only weird part, was meeting this has been B-List Porn Star from San Francisco. He kept bragging about his endowment and his 32 movie career. He was a little guy, no more then 5'5" and 130 pounds soaking wet. We couldn't necessarily pinpoint it, but he was just so strange and creepy.
After a lot of trips to the bathroom and sleeping off and on all day, we went to my company's Christmas Party. Honestly don't have much to say about it, other then that it was typical. We had to leave early for another friends party. Again, a nice time hanging out with friends we've seen at the previous 6 or 7 parties. Beautiful home and decorations. I heard the pool was heated to 91 degrees. Our weather was in the 80's and sunny this weekend. I'm sure some got naked by the end of the night. We were out of there by midnight.
I think we're just partied out.
After having a couple beers at The Door and a nice Mexican Dinner with friends, Brian and I retired on Sunday to a movie. He flew out this morning. I leave for Nebraska the day before he gets back into town. He will then head out to see his family as well.
I won't see him until the 26th, which is his Birthday. We're both such Mama's boys. Our Mothers would absolutely kill us if we each didn't come home for the Holidays. We figured that we spend almost every other holiday together, that it was ok this one time a year to spend it with our respective families.
Plus it will keep our Mothers from having a nervous breakdown.
Not posting for a day always makes me feel like I've missed a day of work, except I don't come back here to a barrage of emails and phone messages that I have to return and I don't feel overwhelmed for half of the day.
Whats new in my world you might ask? Not a damn thing actually. Knowing that we have three more parties to attend to this weekend and dealing with my sinus infection, I've been taking it easy. More then normal. There's a permanent butt dent on my couch that might never come out. The only time I got out of that comfortable dent was to pee or get something to drink.
Motivation to start working out, painting/drawing and just plain being active starts after the first of the year. Screw everything up until then. Mama's too busy and she needs her rest.
Brian's due home later then normal today. He's flying in from Atlanta this time. He flew from San Diego to Atlanta yesterday afternoon to interview with another company. I tell you, these IT people. They land a job with someone and another job starts showing them a ton of interest and throws promises and dollar bills in your face and their off and running. As long as he's happy. That's all that matters to me. As he put it, he's happy where he's at, but keeping his options open. The next big thing could be just around the corner.
He has his interview this morning. His old suit didn't fit him *cough* so he had to buy a new one on while in San Diego. When he called me to tell me that he had picked out a nice double breasted suit, I told him no. He needed to pick out something thats a 2 or 3 button jacket in black, charcoal or navy blue. See what happens when you don't take me shopping? Not that double breasted are necessarily "out of date", but I haven't seen them much since the 80's or 90's. Mine had gold buttons and was very nautical looking. Plus, I don't think they're very flattering on someone thats of a "stockier" nature.
He had to be given a cheat sheet on how to tie a tie since I'm not there. Bless his heart, he did it all by himself.
Now if I could just get him to stop making that damn, sillyassed, pursed lips look when he takes his picture I might have something to frame and put on my desk. Despite all that, he sure does look handsome.
Maybe he's just blowing me a kiss.....
I spent most of yesterday checking work email, lounging around the house and even did some closet cleaning. It feels good to re-organize closets and throw stuff out. I should work for the Container Store. The rest of the time was spent trying to take a nap on the couch, but I have to say there's nothing more startling then being woke up by a dogs tongue up your nose. He would not leave me alone. He's not used to anyone being there during the day so he felt the need to bug me all day long.
I felt good enough (and tired of being cooped up in the house) last night to head out and see a movie. (I am feeling a bit better today, but still just very tired) There are so many I want to see, so I figured I would get one out of the way that Brian proably wouldn't want to watch. Apocalypto. Don't try eating before, during or after the movie. You might lose your appetite. It's extremely gory, but a beautiful and incredible movie. I was surprised to say the least.
I was amazed at the number of men in the theater that were sitting by themselves. I on the other hand, have no problem going to a movie by myself. Actually, I sometimes prefer it. I don't have to worry about the person I'm seeing it with, talking throughout the movie. Drives me nuts. Plus, if I want to turn around and tell someone to shut the hell up, I won't embarrass my guest. Although, all the men sitting by themselves, could just be guys that came together, but won't "sit" together in fear of looking gay. I love sitting in a theater and watching two straight guys come in and the awkward moment that happens when they try sitting down. Do they sit togther? Do they sit one seat apart? Two seats? Do they share popcorn?
It's so ridiculous.
Home sick today. Had been feeling like something wasn't right yesterday. Woke up this morning with a sore throat, sniffles and feeling very run down. This is what happens to me when I have days and nights, one after another, running around here and there, partying, drinking, etc.
My body shuts down for a day or two.
Enjoying doing absolutely nothing and looking forward to watching Oprah.
Please complete this sentence:
"Mark's Liver called and ____________________________."
'Tis the season right? Holiday cheer and all that shit? Drink and be Merry? Then I must be Merry as fuck. Brett arrived Friday morning again to spend the weekend with another friend. Of course, we got to see plenty of him as well. Brian landed around noon that day, met me for lunch and then rested up some before we started our weekend. I couldn't wait to get off work. After a quick dinner Brett (BrettCajun) and Rich, Adam (This Boy Elroy) and hubby Brad, Gayborhood Gringo and ourselves met at The Round Up for some pre-party drinks.
We headed over the The Rose Room at S4 for their infamous drag shows. Lots of drinks, lots of dollar bills and fake boobies. The music was incredible, the drinks were cheap and the show was great as usual. The MC of the show keeps you in stitches the entire time. We had an great time.
After the Drag Show, we headed down stairs for some dancing then eventually headed to Throckmorton Mining Company for some more drinking and dancing. Music sucked big time, but we had a good time anyway. Here's some classic shots of Brett for your viewing pleasure. Please feel free to give him shit. I especially love the one of him being forced fed a beer.
Saturday morning, we met all the boys at The Blackeyed Pea for some lunch before heading our seperate ways for the afternoon. We finally got our asses up after a while and got ready for our first party of the night. I felt bad that we could only stay an hour before heading up north to the big party of the night.
Notice how their tree makes our whole head sparkle?
The party at our friends Doug and Rich was totally off the hook. Incredible food, beautiful home and decorations and of course about 400 Bears. The game of the night was to figure out how many people at the party you had slept with. I think my friend Brad won that game. It's all he talked about all night long. Our Rainbow Ranch buddy hunky Matt made it up there after his work party. We also took our new buddy Sin with us. He's a Forensics Engineer from Yugoslavia. Ain't he a cutiepatootie?
Mama, Matt and Sin.
Group shot
Sunday morning we met Matt for some pre Brunch coffee at Starbucks. Then we headed over to Ciudad for some Mexico City cookin'. At the brunch table was Brian and myself, JD, Mike, Matt, Rich, Brett, Adam, Brad, Gayborhood Gringo who's name escapes me right now and his friend, who's name escapes me as well. Sorry, I had too much alcohol to drink this past weekend and my brain is fried. We went through 7 carrafs of Mimosa's.
Deciding that we weren't finished, we headed to The Door for the Bear Beer Bust for a couple hours before Brian and I headed home in the drizzle and crashed. Poor thing had to fly out last night at 10pm.
I miss him already.
So, how was your weekend?
I wasn't sure I was 100% happy with this ZeitCast, but Brian basically took over and made me finish it anyway and told me to post it. I guess this is no longer MY blog but OURS. Sometimes I'm at his mercy.
Just wait until you see the next ZeitCast in the next couple days. Lots of Brett, Adam and his hubby Brad, Drag Show and bootie bumping.
We survived the Brettcajun Invasion last weekend. Can we handle round two? He's coming baaaack! I was already getting text messages from him while he was on the plane, telling me how he's dressed in his Saints gear. You see, Dallas plays the Saints this coming weekend. I'm assuming he's referring to football or something. I wouldn't know. I don't keep up.
I take that back. I play the football pool here at work. Every week, the guy stands over me while I randomly circle who I think is going to win each weeks games. The final game you have to predict a total point score incase of a tie. From what I understand, quite often I'm in the top 2 or 3. People who have been playing for years and spend their time researching statistics haven't won. I won last week! I don't know shit about sports.
Brett on the other hand is a finatic if you haven't already noticed. While I was trying to take a nap upstairs, he and Brian were downstairs watching a game. Lots of screaming and yelling from Brett while Brian asked 200 questions, like "What is that brown egg shaped leather ball thingy they keep throwing around?"
Brian and I head out to another Christmas/Birthday party thrown by our friend Eric, then head out to boogie with Brett and Rich and possibly a few others. Saturday night it's two more parties.
Hopefully sometime during the weekend, Brian and I will be able to have some nice, quiet, alone time together.
Have a safe and happy weekend.
One more thing: Go over to Victor's site and check out the pictures of their new baby Bruno! Absofuckinglutely adorable! Uncle Mark and Aunt Brian are going to spoil him rotten the first chance we get.
I really need to finish my shopping. My mother finished her Christmas shopping about two weeks ago. Everything is sitting in pretty little gift bags or wrappings, all grouped together by family. And you thought I was anal retentive. Now you know where I get it from.
I have it easy. My brothers and I haven't exchanged gifts since I was probably 18 years old. We figured it was time to stop. My sister stated at that time that her and I would exchange gifts until the day we die. Well, OK Sis! I always buy my Mother something nice since I'm the biggest Mama's Boy on the planet. When she got married, I started buying her husband something as well. I have WAY too many nieces and nephews and their children to ever buy all of them something. That would bankrupt me.
Until I met Brian, I hadn't had to buy a gift for a boyfriend (which I deem to be the hardest thing to do) in years. I swear to God I was dumped around November all the time. If it wasn't then, it was a few weeks before Valentines Day. We've been back and forth lately whether or not we're going to continue to exchange gifts or just go out and have a nice dinner somewhere during the holidays or possibly buy something together for the house. I can't get a straight answer out of him.
Our family has the gift exchange tradition that started about ten years ago. Each person participating brings a $25 gift. You draw numbers. The first person picks a gift and opens it. The next people in line can either take someone else's gift or open a new gift. This little game can go on for hours we've found out.
I've found something for my mother. She wanted something shiney, sparkly and pink. So I got her a crystal pink necklace and bracelet. Her husband actually wanted Stetson cologne and the aloe vera aftershave lotion that comes with it. I didn't realize people actually wore that shit anymore, let alone still sold it in the stores. Yes, I'm a cologne snob.
That leaves buying something for my sister and for the exchange gift. Yesterday they informed me at work we're doing an exchange gift here as well. I hate trying to figure out what to get someone I don't really know all that well. What do you get a straight guy whom you know nothing about? Gift certificates to Hooters?
I'm the worst gift buyer ever. Unless I physically hear you mention something that you've been dying to have, I'm clueless and will more then likely pick out the worst possible gift for you.
Now buying for me on the other hand....
It seems we're constantly making new Holiday memories. Going to lavish parties, spending more money on decorations then any human should, having your closest friends over for a holiday party, intimate dinners with Brian before heading off to our respective parents for the holidays, battling the Dallas malls for that special gift, spending time with the family back home, getting to celebrate Brian's birthday the day after Christmas and of course kissing the person you love or being with your closest friends at the stroke of midnight on New Years Eve.
Over the years, I've tried to make sure I keep my Holiday spirit. Although I have to say that there were many times it was difficult to even put a smile on my face. There were moments when all the decorations and all the Holiday music wouldn't help. Going Christmas shopping did nothing but drive me to drink. The thoughts of Christmas did nothing but depress me. The joy of the holiday season had left me and I couldn't understand why.
Some years it was my health. Other years it was reflecting on how my life was turning out, spending it drinking and snorting like there was no tomorrow. Luckily, those days are long gone. Some years it was missing a father who had passed away or dealing with a friend who was dying and required so much care and attention. Many times it was just feeling alone or lonely. I could be surrounded by friends and family, yet feel utterly alone.
I'm not sure why I sat down here and started thinking about how some of the past years were. Maybe it's because over the past few years things have so drastically changed for me. I'm constantly reflecting. Always daydreaming. Always remembering.
I remember my Dad, being the Captain of the Police department, bringing home gifts that were always given to the local Police Officers. Hams, Turkeys, boxes of fruit, bottles of Mogan David Wine. I remember the massive amounts of snow we always seem to have during the holidays. Going out and actually buying a real tree with Dad. Learning new cuss words while he tried to string up the lights. Decorating the tree with Mom. Going shopping for a new Christmas outfit so we looked our best for the Christmas Pageant at Church. Having to learn my speaking part for the play. Getting the bag of candy, peanuts and an orange in a small brown paper bag that was passed out to every member after the Sunday morning Christmas service. The place always smelled like oranges. Until this day, the smell of oranges remind of Christmas at home.
We always took a drive around the city to look at everyones lights that decorated their homes. Having Christmas Eve dinner with our immediate family and opening up gifts. We served homemade Chili which my Dad always cooked, and sandwiches. A tradition. Christmas Day was spent with the extended family and the traditional dinner. A chance for everyone to get together that one time of year and visit.
This time of year causes me to reflect, which I guess is normal. I've been accused of thinking way too much at times. Now, the holidays are a time of creating new memories.
What sort of memories do you have, old or new?
What a whirlwind weekend.
Brett arrived on time. What a sweetie and of course a hottie as well. Once greeted him at the airport and got lost in the parking garage trying to find our car, we went home to relax a little bit before getting ready for dinner. We took him along with Kelly and Craig to a new spot called The Catalina Room. We hadn't been there before, so we thought it would be a great time to try something new. The place is absolutely incredible. Beatiful decor, great food, perfect service and even reasonably priced which shocked me. Not to mention you couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a few homo's. We're definately going back.
Afterwards we headed to the Round Up so Brett could flex his muscles shake his butt meet some more of his blogger buddies. We had a great time, but we kept it low key since he had some sort of tennis match he had to play the next day and we had the big Christmas Party that next night.
Saturday we took him to our favorite Market City Diner for some greasy spoon breakfast. While he got his ass kicked in tennis by Brian D., we spent the afternoon getting the house finally ready for the party. His tennis buddy Brian D is such a sweetheart. Brian and Brad went to Costco (love that place) and bought one of those fancy tall space heaters. That thing heated up our entire patio. We even created a space in the parking spot behind the patio and turned it into a smoking lounge complete with lighted bar, barstools, chairs and table. Thank God, because we sure as hell needed the room half way through the night.
(Brian D. and Brett)
Some of our friends came over early to drink our booze help us get ready for the party and to get a chance to hang out together before the hoards of people started pouring in. And let me tell you they started pouring in. We estimated that at one time we had probably 60 people in our small 1200 square foot home. Probably more then 90 people came to the party over the course of the entire night. Many old friends, new friends and even some of my co-workers came. I was so pleasantly surprised when my boss and her fiance' came walking through the door. It meant a lot to me.
We actually ran out of liquor and beer, but luckily another friend of mine Brian offered to run to the store for us. Food on the other hand wasn't eaten as much this year. I think it was because most people couldn't pull the beer bottles away from their mouths long enough to eat a cracker. The house stayed pretty packed up until about 11:30pm. Once people got pretty toasty drunk, Mama Starlett passed out song books and sat down at the piano to play some Christmas music. We drunkenly sang about 8 songs. It was hilarious. I'm hoping to put together a ZeitCast to showcase our "talents".
The last person walked out the door about 1am. We crashed hard. Brett had left around 10pm to go dancing with Adam and his partner Brad. Which by the way we have to say Adam and Brad are the sweetest couple. We're hoping to be able to spend some more time with them. I'm not sure what time ol' Brett came home that night. I'm sure they danced until the wee hours.
The party was a huge success. Almost everyone told us while walking out the door that they had an amazing time. That makes a person feel good.
Let me point out that Brett takes a LOT of showers. I swear one day he took about 4 or 5. Good thing we don't have to pay any sort of water bill around here. Kidding Brett, we love ya. Plus he gets up at the buttass crack of dawn. I did my best to put on my happy, chipper face even without having any coffee. We had some breakfast again that morning before he headed out to see Adam and go work out. Even on vacation this boy has to pump some iron.
We lounged around relaxing before ONE last chance to consume alcohol (like we hadn't already had enough) at The Hidden Door. We got the chance to hang out with Adam and his partner Brad again, run into a few friends from the party the night before and enjoy a few hours with Brett before shuffling him off to the airport.
(Adam, Brad and Brett)
He's truly a sweet person and we can't wait for him to come back for another visit.
Here's a link to pictures of Brett's Visit.
Here's a link to pictures from the Christmas Party.
World AIDS Day 2006
Shall we never forget and forever stand together to find a cure.
Click on this link to be directed to the Bristol-Meyers website. You simply light the candle and Bristol-Meyers will donate $1 towards AIDS research.
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I think I'm ready for the arrival of the infamous Brettcajun. His room is ready and little carepackage is waiting for him on the bed. The house is stocked with food and alcohol. The nightstand has lots of porn. Some hot men will be at the party for him to choose from. A night out on the strip is planned for tonight.
I pick him up around 4:30 at the airport which is only a few blocks from our house. He reminded me that he's only 5'7" so I would barely be able to see him over the hood of my car when looking for him at the airport. I should have told him to wear platform shoes to make it easier to see him. Poor thing. It's colder then a witches tit here. He won't be able to bring his skimpy t-shirts and flash his buldging biceps all weekend. He'll have to wear layers of heavy clothing. I guess whoever gets to be carnal with him this weekend will have to peel off the clothing to find the surprise. His nickname this weekend will be Cracker Jack.
Good Lord. Am I ready for this weekend? I hope so. The house is 80% ready. I'm not stressing out anymore. I'm actually finally excited. The only sad thing is that Tunagirl and the hubby won't be able to make it this weekend. They were trying to think of all possible ways to come, but more then likely they won't be able to make it. We'll just have to plan another weekend together.
The husbear shows up around noon today from San Diego. He and a co-worker went into Tijuana yesterday for about 6 hours. They went to the beach and did a little shopping. Unfortunately, he didn't bring me us back a hot little mexican stud for a plaything. There's always the next visit I guess. Knowing how Brian acts and reacts in certain situations and knowing some of the areas of Tijuana they "stumbled" across, I'm surprised they got out of there without the shit kicked out of them.
Another thing. They passed scores of stores with the words "Las Drogas!" on the front. I'm ok with not getting the hot mexican stud, but couldn't he have stopped off and got me gallon sized bottles of Cialis, Vicodin or Valium?
No. Instead they came back with a sink.
