Steven pointed this Time Magazine article out to me that has to do with the Dallas Gay community. Many people have various stereotypes of Texas in general. We're the state full of big haired women and redneck cowboys who are all right winged uber-conservative Christians. Our President whom most of us despise, is from this state so that right there should tell everyone what we're all about. Nascar is our official state sport. Everyone here is pro-guns and pro-life.
I think that if everyone actually took a closer look at Texas and at Dallas to be more specific would be quite surprised. I know I get a little defensive when I hear people bashing our state. I know we're not perfect. We're far from that, but what city truly is?
I'm going to let the article speak for itself. It's not very long, so please read it and let me know what you think. I was actually a little surprised myself when I started reading all of the statistics.
I finally got back into the gym last night. I have to confess. We haven't been to the gym in a month. We were doing so well for quite a long time, then the month of May hit with all the traveling. I was so exhausted during the week trying to either recover from the previous weekend or trying to get ready for the up and coming one. We dropped off Brian at his gym which luckily is only a block away. We were just getting ready to hit our first circuit round and in walks Brian. The power was out on his block so his gym was closed. He went through the first circuit with me to see what we do, asking silly questions like "Have you ever farted while trying to do these leg squats?" Classy. It's why I love him.
We invited Steven to say with us for a while and enjoy dinner and a movie afterwards. Due to circumstances I can't really write about here, he needed to get away from the house for a while. I'm lucky to have such a wonderful partner who enjoys and loves my friends as much as I do and when they're in need, he's right there to help.
Did I mention that Brian is here all week and gets to work from home? We got to go grocery shopping last night for the first time in ages. I love my husbear, but grocery shopping with him is an experience. He wants to buy everything he sees and to also buy in bulk. First off I'm a picky shopper and a bargin hunter. Secondly, we don't have the cabinet or closet space to buy in bulk.
I made my Infamous White Trash Taco Salad. Lettuce, mixed with a pound of hamburger, shredded cheese, frito's, ranch styled beans, green onions, black olives, lightly coated with Catalina Dressing. I didn't add any of the green onions or black olives this time. We three ate huge helpings while watching the older 90's movie, The Cube. If I only had some sort of jello salad creation to go with the meal, it truly would have topped off the white trash dinner.
I'm still recovering from our trip. I can't seem to get enough sleep no matter what time I get to bed. I sleep long, sleep hard and it's filled with many dreams. I even wake up breathing heavy. Luckily, the month of June is pretty calm except for the weekend of Homer's visit, so things should get back to normal. He doesn't know this but not only do we have one huge bear pool party to go to, we have TWO on the same day now. He's going to have his full of naked hairy men by the time he leaves.
Now if we could just get the rain to stop here in Dallas. It's been raining for 7 days and the forecast predicts rain through next Monday.
Feel like I live in Seattle.
Click here to see tons of pictures from the weekend, including WAY too many shots of Times Square. When I'm drunk, bright shiney lights and neon make me snaphappy with the camera.
Where in the hell do I begin? First off my feet hurt and so does my liver. My kidneys are doing their best Sally Field imitation from the Steel Magnolia's cemetary scene, "Why, oh God WHY!!!???" *sob*
This was the weekend of being late to every fricken event except The Dugout on Sunday. Our flight was about 40 minutes late and then they lost the entire flights luggage (we're assuming) because it took over an hour for it to arrive at baggage claim. By the time we made it to Times Square, cleaned up and got dressed, it was already 9pm. The boys blood sugar was dropping so we had to grab a quick slice of pizza (who knew there was a pizza place on every corner. They're worse then Starbucks) then headed to Therapy. We ran into Crash, Palochi, CSCFON, Patrick and a handful of others. Didn't realize that at the other end of the bar was another 15-20 bloggers. Eventually, I think about 40 people showed up total.
We had a great time meeting scores of new bloggers, ones I've never had the chance to meet before and of course the old school boys. Please don't ask me to link every blogger we met, you all know who you are and we all wanted to say how great it was to meet every single one of you. After throwing down a large number of drinks, we headed over to Posh, or so they tell me. That part of the evening is a little fuzzy, although I slightly remember talking to 3 total strangers.
Saturday we did some walking around the city, ate brunch at Vynl and then headed out to Sheeps Meadow (Bear Hill) to meet the some of the boys and watch the Roller Disco people. Saturday was just overall one of the best days of the trip. After relaxing at the park, we headed back down to shop at Kenneth Cole. Brian's not a Kenny C fan like Steven and I are so he just watched us try on half of the store. Being the sweetie that he is, Brian bought me a head to toe outfit. Steven even walked out with a complete new outfit himself. I seriously think I saw tears in his eyes when he was standing there after making his purchase. He was so happy. Brian had tears in his eyes I'm sure as well, but his were probably due to the cost of the purchase.
After running back to the hotel as fast as we could (we were running late again!) we met Scott, Byrne and Patrick for an amazing cajun dinner at Delta Grill. I noticed the time at one point and realized that again, we were going to be late getting to Marie's Crisis to sing show tunes. We met up with Diedre and Marc and Jess. We had one of the best times, belting out songs. The sad thing is that Brian, Steven and I probably only knew 20% of the songs. We felt so straight. Our gaycards should have been revoked. We should have gone out to meet the fella's at the Eagle, but Steven could barely walk out the front door of Marie's.
We ate at Galaxy Diner on Sunday morning followed by lots more walking around the city. Around 5pm, we met Byrne and Mark at the Dugout. Due to only a handful that showed up, we nixed the Blarg (blog bar hop) idea and went out for dinner at Dish, then headed over to The View to meet up with more people. After that we headed to The Eagle which is a little bit fuzzy for me. I realized that when I'm really drunk I tend to repeat myself. It's a bad habit. One that I need to correct. Once we got back to the hotel, Steven recorded me reading the Mormon Bible out loud for everyone. I added my own personal touch to it of course. I have yet to see it.
Monday was spent sleeping in and then heading to Long Island for Marc and Jess's BBQ. Those boys sure do know how to cook. We appreciate their sweetness and hospitality. Before we knew it, the time had flown and we had to head to JFK for our flight.
I can't begin to tell you how happy we are to be home despite having one of the most wonderful weekends. It was great seeing all our friends, that are growing into more like Family for us. We love you all and can't wait to see you all again. Remember, any blogger friend of ours is always welcome here in Dallas and in our home.
For those who missed it, I'm sure we'll have a GB:NYC5.
P.S. Best Quote from the weekend.
Brian: Those cupcakes were amazing. What was that stuff on top?
David (Someone in a Tree): That was a Ganache.
Brian: Oh....Oy Vey!
David: It's FRENCH not Yiddish!
I'm not sure why I get filled with so much anxiety every time I get ready to head out of town on a trip. Maybe it's the stress of getting things ready, boarding the dog, doing laundry, picking out what to take (way more then what's needed), packing, printing out all important information, double checking everything two or more times.
I'm never fully relaxed until I'm sitting in the airport and at my gate in plenty of time to sit for a moment, grab a Chai Latte and listen to my ipod for a little while before boarding. It's then, when I take my first deep breath and stop feeling like I need to pop a few hundred Xanax.
Once I'm headed for my destination I enjoy myself and have a wonderful time. It's just my anal retentiveness that comes into play beforehand, making sure everything turns out alright, is on time and everyone is happy. I'm sure my anxiety will pop up again once we land in NYC and we have to get to our hotel in Times Square, shower, change and make it to Therapy by 9pm without having a heart attack or stroke. I have high blood pressure, cholesterol and tryglycerides, remember? I'm livin' on the edge.
Then there's the whole, what if no one shows? What if no one has a good time? What if the weather is crappy like the last GB:NYC? We experienced a monsoon. Nothing like flooded subway lines to keep things interesting. What if my penis accidentaly falls out of my pants during one of the drunken nights of debauchery? That happened the first year and I'm still hearing about it.
I need a massage, manicure, pedicure followed by a V&V.
Vodka and Valium.
I guess I should write something today. If I got one more phone call, IM or email yesterday asking why I hadn't posted anything, I'd have to go postal. Get it? Posting something, going postal? I'm here all week. Make sure you tip your bartenders.
So it seems that this years GB:NYC is going to be pretty tame. I said Tame, not Lame. Only a handful of us are talking about it and even fewer have posted something on their blogs about it. After speaking with Palochi this past weekend, I mentioned that even if there were only 15 of us that show up, it wouldn't bother me at all. A smaller, more intimate crowd of close friends is easier to handle then us trying to run around trying to say Hi and mingle with 80+ people, never feeling as if we had any quality time with anyone.
So whatever happens this weekend, happens.
Brian just called me in the middle of writing this entry. He's been working out at the gym, which I'm so proud of him. He said that last night this guy came up to him and started complimenting him on his calves. I asked him if he was cute and he's like, "Honey, the floor was prettier." It seems that this guy has a calf fetish. Not the moo'ing kind either. Now I've heard of some strange fetishes, but not one that causes someone to follow you around the gym, complimenting you on your calves, asking you how much you work on them and if you like calves in general and if you like touching them. Brian couldn't shake this guy off. I need to give him some pointers in being an asshole. He's too nice.
Now where was I? Oh yeah, I was going to whine about my new trygliceride medication, Tricor. My try's were at 998 last week. I'm taking it along with Crestor, which helps my cholesterol. I now have my cholesterol down to 165 from 350. I'm hoping by the end of the year to be taking every drug that ends in "OR". If not, I'm told that I have a high chance of having a stroke or develope pancreatitis. Nothing like living with HIV for 15 years and dying of a stroke. I keed, I keed.
What I am going to die of are the side effects of Tricor. Sore muscles, severe headaches and constipation.
If you hear a loud explosion in the next few weeks, don't come near Texas.
Here are the details (with minor changes and additions) for GB:NYC4, Memorial Day Weekend May 25th-28th. I will post these one more time next week before we head out of town. Each day there is something listed for all to attend. Saturday we have three separate activities listed, depending on your mood and tastes. I want to let everyone know that we will be attending all activities except possibly Saturday night. We are going to be checking out Marie's Crisis, then possibly head to The Eagle depending on our mood.
Again, if you plan on attending and have a blog, I would appreciate it if you could post these details on your blogs so we may have a great turnout this year.
GB:NYC4
FRIDAY 25TH
What: Bloggers, Fans and Stalkers Meet and Greet
Where: Therapy on the 2nd floor.
348 West 52nd Street, New York, New York 10019. Phone: 212.397.1700
Time: 9:00pm until whenever we decide to stop
SATURDAY 26TH:
Where: Sheep Meadow (aka Bear Hill) at Central Park
West side, mid-Park from 66th to 69th Streets
Time: 1:00pm
Why: Watch the Roller Disco Skaters, eat lunch, drink and enjoy the sun, weather permitting. (No alcohol, but I hear you may smuggle it in through cleverly designed sprite bottles)
Saturday night alternatives:
The Eagle
Many bloggers could be found at The Eagle on the Rooftop
554 West 28th Street (between 10th & 11th Ave)
http://eaglenyc.com/
Time: 10pm?
Theater Night:
Crash from Crash and Byrne will be going to see Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind at 10:30 PM in the East Village. The tickets are $11-16 each. After the hour long show, he will be going to hit the East Village gay bar(s), probably Urge and Eastern Bloc.
Marie's Crisis
I wanted to make sure I took Brian and Steven to check out New York's infamous piano bar, Marie's Crisis.
SUNDAY 27TH:
Where: The Dugout for the Bear Beer Bust followed by Joe.My.God’s infamous Blarg (Blogger Bar Hop) in Chelsea.
Dugout: 185 Christopher St New York, NY 10014-2815 (212) 242-9113
Time: Meet at The Dugout at 5pm, end at The Eagle Beer Bust by 8pm. Bars would include the Dugout, Gym, View, Rawhide and the Eagle.
MONDAY 28TH:
A BBQ on Monday (Memorial Day) starting at noon, has been added for those who would like to attend and is being hosted by Marc and Jess. Both are wonderful host and incredible cooks, not to mention great people. Anyone wanting to attend will have to email them to let them know so they have an accurate count of who's coming. If you don't have their email address, please contact me and I will get it for you.
Max is having issues. When we were away to Palm Springs, we had a close friend of ours take care of him. Max wasn't allowed in Daycare due to Kennel Cough and the thoughts of him cooped up in isolation for 5 days didn't seem like a good option for us. He's stayed at home by himself before with friends coming over to take care of him. They let him out, take him for walks, play with him, spend time in the house with him. Something happened this last time. I have a feeling our friend who watched him for the first time, ignored Max a lot causing him a lot of anxiety.
To handle his anxiety, Max decided to literally destroy our livingroom area rug while we were gone. I came home to a house that was a complete mess. We trimmed up the edges of the carpet the best we could to get us by until we bought a new one. We were both floored at what he did. He had his chewing and destroying things days long ago, but not anymore. Numerous times over the past couple weeks, he's continued to rip apart the rug. Last night I came home and he had made it to where I had to throw the whole thing out.
I went out for an hour and a half to have dinner with Steven. When I came home, he decided to start in on the diningroom area rug as well. I was so mad by this point that I couldn't even look at him or want him near me. I had to cool off. He's ruined our hardwood floors, chewed on kitchen cabinets when he was young and chewed on the leg of a dining room chair, ate the livingroom rug and now was starting in on the diningroom. We haven't had a problem with him since he was about 5 months old. Thanks to our friend, he's now having separation anxiety and taking it out on our belongings.
I hate to have to do this, but I'm thinking of getting another kennel and keeping him in it when we're away from the house. I'm going to watch him the next few days. I'm trying to make sure I play with him more the normal, show more affection and attention especially when I leave for work so he doesn't think I'm leaving him forever. If things don't improve, I don't think I have any other choice but to start kenneling him like we did when he was a puppy. Many other dog owners do it and they say that their dogs learn to love their kennel and use it as a safe haven. Maybe that will happen with Max.
This morning we had a long playtime, lots of hugging and a nice walk before I headed to work. Crossing fingers that when I get home today, he's not going to have to be taken outside so he can shit out our diningroom carpet.
Tomorrow I'm going to be posting more details about GB:NYC4. Any bloggers who are attending, please send me an email or mention in the comments that you are attending so we have some sort of idea who all is coming and also start mentioning it a lot on your own personal blogs as well.
I wrote over at Patricks Words about people not saying I Love You enough. By the way, I love you guys! Anyways, I mentioned not to get me started on hugs.
Hugs have to be right up there with saying I Love You. People are so afraid to touch one another. Afraid of invading the other persons FFPS. Four Foot Personal Space.
Growing up, my family wasn't big on hugging other then my Mother. Mom's are notorious for hugging their children, while reaching for a hanky to spit in and rub the dirt off your face. Maybe that was just my Mother. Still to this day, we hug all the time when we see each other. Thank God she stopped trying to rub dirt off my face with her spit.
My Father on the other hand wasn't a hugger. He was such the stoic, proud German man who kept his distance and would rather shake someones hand or pat them on the back if he felt the need to become more intimate. During the last year of his life, he hugged more often. Giving my Dad a hug during that time usually brought him to tears. He wasn't an emotional man or expressed himself physically until those final years. Any physical contact would bring Father and Son closer together, causing both of us to break down and cry, which was something we needed to do rather then bottle up all of our emotions like we normally did. It's just unfortunate that I never experience hugging the stocky, robust man my father was, but only hugged the frail man that he became.
I vowed from that moment on to hug people more often. My first efforts were to hug my Brothers and Sister more. Talk about an awkward moment. I could feel my Brothers slightly pulling away, not knowing what to do or how to react. They did the typical straight guy hug which included the three pat on the back which seems to say with each pat, "I'm . Not . Gay" Still to this day, they're slightly uncomfortable giving me a hug, but each time it's gotten easier.
My Sister on the other hand broke down and cried. It didn't help that when I leaned in to hug her, I whispered "I love you, Sissy". Sissy was a nickname that I used when I was five years old. She asked me not to call her that anymore when I turned ten. I remember when Brian went home with me for the first time, he immediately gave her a hug. My first thoughts were "Oh no! My family doesn't do that!", which ended up coming out of my mouth for some reason. My Sister looked at me, shocked as hell and said, "Since when?! Of course we do!"
We do now. We didn't before.
I've continued to be a huggy sort of person with partners, friends and family. I've even been known to throw my arm around a co-worker when their day seems to be going downhill. I'm a firm believer, that hugs can take away the hurt, cause people to breathe easier, lower blood pressure, make people relax, but most of all make a person feel loved.
For no other reason, hugs just feel nice to both give and receive.
Now I don't recommend giving your cashier at the local supermarket a hug, or the cop that's standing on the streetcorner (although that would be totally hot considering I have a cop fetish) or try hugging the UPS delivery man, but don't be surprised some day if I ever meet you for the first time, I greet you with a big ol' bear hug.
It's just what I do.
I feel like i'm on my Blogging Period and I can't seem to find a pad big enough to handle these heavy flow days. It's funny how my period seems to happen about once a year.
I've been blogging since September of 2003. I consider myself to be the 2nd wave of bloggers that surfaced after our foreblogfathers. The blogging community was much smaller and we became this tight knit family.
With Facebook, MySpace and a host of other free sites out on the web, anyone with an internet connection and a computer can have a blog, post their thoughts, pictures and even links and videos to their favorite music. MySpace pages to me are like mini blog circuses to me. Music blaring, streaming videos, bright colors, moving/spinning/flashing graphics. I find most of them to be as irritating as having a clown scream in your face while beating you over the head with a baseball bat.
Don't even get me started on the content of their posts. I don't care about your crush on some cute guy in your history class, whether or not you should throw up your lunch or how phat you think some new rock band is.
My blogroll has expanded to, well God knows how many blogs. I read only a handful. Usually only my close blogger friends that I've known since almost day one or maybe a hanful of more recent ones. I just don't seem to have the time or energy. So many of the old blogs are long gone. Many have just gotten to the point where they rarely post. Even my blogdaddy only post the occasional picture of their new son, but thats understandable. A new addition to the house, especially a boy can take up the majority of your time.
I feel as if I've written down all my thoughts about various subjects. I can't seem to think of a story that I haven't written about regarding my childhood or my years in college and grad school. I try to avoid writing about our political climate. It's not what my blog is about. I hate repeating myself and writing about the same thing, so after almost 4 years, it's gotten difficult to keep things fresh and new.
This blog has become more of a way to record my current life with recaps and pictures rather then an expression of my thoughts or a way to write down stories from my past so I'll never forget them. I find that the older I get, the less details I remember. I find myself not having anything to say, until I'm asked to write for someone else's blog. Funny how that works.
It was mentioned to me that if I quit, I would miss my blog and so would some of my readers. Well duh, you're only human. Of course you would miss me. There are just times where I wonder how much I would miss it.
I thought about reinventing my blog. Naming it something new and exciting. Some other German word that no one can pronounce or knows what the hell it means. Thats not an option. I like the name and I'll stick with it.
So I'm wanting to do what I normally do in any sort of slump. I go shopping, re-organize or redecorate. Maybe it's just time Zeitzeuge had a facelift.
Now if I can just find an incredible web designer who can do that for me. I'm thinking something completely different then the dark looming figure of me hovering over a black and grey landscape. How about somthing with brightly colored rainbows and lots of kitten and puppies.
(I'm serious about the redesign of the site in case anyone knows a good webdesigner with skills)
I got a break today from blogging. Well, from my own blog at least.
Check out a post I was asked to write over at Patricks Words.
Once Brian, Steven and I arrived on Friday night at The Ranch, we didn't have much time to unpack and get ready or even relax before we had to set up for the Meet and Greet that we sponsored. Since nothing was really planned for the first evening, Brian and I bought two kegs. Our intention was to have everyone come down to our permanent spot to hang out. We had good intentions of stringing up lights and making it all festive. Unfortunately, Mother Nature wasn't cooperating and decided to rain upon us early in the night so we moved the festivities to the pavillion.
The place was packed. Pretty much everyone in the entire camp showed up except for a handful of loners who stayed at their campsites. The party was a huge success. If you rate success on pretty much everyone getting totally wasted and having enormous hangovers the next day.
We spent most of saturday morning, popping aspirin and taking it easy either napping or laying by the pool. Around 4pm, The Ranch threw a BBQ/Potluck followed by another night of drinking and a dancing. I think people were still recovering from the night before. The night seemed more low keyed.
Around midnight, we walked over to the campsite of some friends of ours who was having a party around a bonfire. We lasted only a couple of hours before being too pooped to party.
After a morning of cooking breakfast and cleaning, we headed home around 2pm.
After the huge success of this past weekend, it looks like The Ranch will be making this a yearly event, if not more then once a year. The place was completely sold out and filled with tons of Bears. We even made some new friends whom I hope we get the chance to hang out with again. This past weekend was one of the best weekends we've put in at The Ranch. I'll let everyone know when the next Round Up is going to happen so you can mark your calendars.
Click here for a complete album of Rainbow Ranch Bear Round Up 2007.
I get back from one exhausting weekend in Palm Springs and I get to turn around for another. Lounging by the pool and drinking Bloody Mary's in the hot sun can drain a person. I'm spending my evenings doing laundry and cleaning house after being gone for 5 days. Tomorrow afternoon, we all head to Rainbow Ranch for their first ever Rainbow Ranch Bear Round Up.
Being the "Julie The Cruise Director's" that we are, Brian and I are sponsoring our own Meet and Greet Kegger at our campsite (The Heights) along with our other two Heights buddies. From what I understand, this has possibly grown into being quite a huge success for The Ranch. Last I heard they were booked solid which normally only happens on major holidays such as Memorial or Labor Day weekend. This could turn into a yearly event if all goes well, which I'm sure it will.
We even designed our own t-shirts for the special weekend which probably doesn't come as any surprise.Click here.
The only drawback to the weekend might be the weather. There's a slight chance of thunderstorms for most of the weekend. In Texas, that translates into us either having no rain what so ever or we'll all be blown away by Tornado's.
Hot, wet, furry men. What more could you ask for?
Two weeks from now? GB:NYC4! Click on the link for details. I'm going be posting some reminders for everyone the next few weeks to try and get the last word out.
A BBQ on Monday (Memorial Day) at noon, has been added for those who would like to attend and is being hosted by Marc and Jess. Both are wonderful host and incredible cooks, not to mention great people. Anyone wanting to attend will have to email them to let them know so they have an accurate count of who's coming. If you don't have their email address, please contact me and I will get it for you.
I could get used to this. Although the 99 degree temperatures and boiling sun can get to you after a while, this place is like a little piece of paradise.
We spent most of the afternoon on Saturday dealing with a flat on my rental car, lounging by the pool watching all the hotties go by, sipping Key Lime Martini's then relaxing for a nap. They keep talking about how the temperature is so perfect. It's 99 degrees. They say the sun becomes more intense in the summer and temps will reach 120. I already look like a lobster. Brian rented a Miata and we had the top down the entire weekend. I know I'm harping on the temps here, but seriously, how do people deal with the heat? Especially when the average age of them is around 65 years old.
That night we had a very special dinner for our anniversary followed by drinks at The Tool Shed and dancing at The Oasis. I was pooped when we got in at 2:30am. That's 4:30am my time.
We headed into downtown Palm Springs for lunch and walked the streets for some shopping. We found this great place called Copy Katz. It's a drag/cabaret show of Stars. The drag performers impersonated Shirley McLane, Carol Channing, Janet Jackson, Whitney Houston, Reba McIntire, Michael Jackson and Dolly Parton. It was an amazing show that was hosted by some 75 year old MC named James Gypsy Haake that was hilarious. Prior to that we went to The Barracks for their beer bust and met some great guys. One of them who was named Frank and his partner. We were positive that he and his partner just had to be porn stars.
After drinking and then the show, it was pretty late so we grabbed a very late dinner and headed back to the hotel. Now I'm sitting here deciding what parts of this Symposium I want to attend. Here's some phone pics and camera pics from the weekend.
Enjoy.
The view from the back of our hotel:
Two views from the front of the hotel:
Sunset from our window:
I found the store where these old women get these glasses:
Brian showing off our enormous banana margarita's:
Me with Reba and Janet:
Brian and the shows MC James Gypsy Haake:
Me with Michael Jackson:
Brian and I having some fun on The Cross at The Barracks:
Ever seen those guys who inject silicone in their balls and dick? Here he is. You can't miss him. He's next to Jesus, Fabio and Zorba the Greek.
Hilarious tshirt. Necrofilia: Lay back, and crack open a cold one.
Last but not least, hunky Frank on the left. He even us later but we were at the show. Too bad we didn't get the chance for all of us to hang out again together. He's so dreamy. Pissed that we didn't get a pic of his partner as well.
We're in the land of retired people who love to do nothing but golf all day long. Even the airport smelled like Ben Gay. My God there is nothing here but prestine golf courses, resorts, bath houses and casino's. Palm Springs has to be one of the prettiest and cleanest cities I've ever seen though. Our JW Marriott Resort is stunning. We spent our first afternoon, gawking at all the hot, muscular, tattooed straight boys trying to get into all the pretty big boobed, extremely tanned girls panties.
Tonight is dinner, followed by some gambling and then possibly a few gay bars.
Oh and the high temperature for the next four days is going to be 98 degrees. I didnt' know this place was a dessert.
Tomorrow I head out to beautiful Palm Springs for a weekend with Brian, then spend Monday and Tuesday at my clients Symposium. He'll also be able to drive up Tuesday night since San Diego is only close to 2 hours away.
Cinco De Mayo (May 5th for all you yankee's out there) is the day that Brian and I officially met. In a drunken stupor no less. We didn't officially go in a date really until May 8th. He called me on May 7th and said he was "in the area" and wanted to "stop by" and "say Hi". Which translates as "I'm over at my friends house drunk and want to come over and get naked with you even though I have no idea what you looked like". I always refer to him as The Trick That Never Left. Our meeting might not be the most romantic, but it sure was interesting.
Three years later, we're still plugging (pardon the pun) along. We've had our ups and downs. Mainly ups of course. Neither one of us is perfect. We've experienced so much, traveled many places, met so many amazing people. We've bought a house together and acquired a hyperactive, needy ball of fur. That's referring to Max, not Brian. We're surrounded by wondeful old friends and are making new friends all the time.
Life is good.
Since I'm going to be MIA until I get back next Wednesday, I need to do this a day early.
Happy Anniversary Babe.
I love you.
I'm not sure whats going on in Texas lately, but for anyone that reads or watches the news, we seem to be in it frequently due to severe storms. Living in Texas, we have our fair share of storms. Some bad, but most of them pretty average. The midwest where I'm from, we're used to living half of our summer lives in the basement.
This past month or so, we've experienced tornado's at least 4 times, which included golfball and baseball sized hail and winds up to 75mph. These are normally a rare occurance. Not lately. Last night, I headed over to Steven's to pick him up and grab a bite of dinner. I got stuck in traffic on an overpass when 100mph (hurricane force) winds hit along with rain and damaging lightening. You could see flashes of light in downtown due to blown breakers and downed lines.
By the time I got to his house 45 minutes later (normally it takes 10 minutes), the power was out and tree limbs laying all over the road. This morning, they're reporting numerous tornado touchdowns and 250,000 people still without power around the metroplex.
I talked to my baby a few times. Brian's busy with trying to get his project to go live, so they're putting in very long hours, even some weekends. We had a scare for a while when they told him he would have to work in San Diego during Rainbow Ranch Bear Weekend and GB:NYC4 during Memorial Day weekend. They even told him he would have to work this coming weekend while I'm in Palm Springs for work and for our anniversary. Luckily, they worked something out so we can spend our anniversary together and he gets to come to GB:NYC4. We don't know about the Bear Round Up yet. I'm hating his job right now. I'm sure he is too.
In other news, please go check out Jeremey's blog at The Evolution of Jeremiah from time to time and see his progress. He's starting on trial HIV medications that are not currently FDA approved nor available to anyone here in the United States. It's people like him who we learn so much from when these drugs eventually (hopefully) make it to us.
I haven't written about Max doing anything really cute and interesting in a long time. He's more and more growing out of that puppy stage and into an adult. The 19th of April, he turned one year old and holds at a whopping 50 pounds. I don't think he's going to get any bigger. Thank God he turned out to be a medium sized dog, although he sheds enough to be considered 10 large dogs.
I've been trying to catch him while he looks out through our front bay window. When he's too lazy to walk all the way up to the window, he'll just sit back on his hind legs and butt instead and look from farther away. He'll do this every time someone walks by, especially with their dog.
Maybe I should submit this to Cute with Chris. Although if he loses, I don't want him to hear, "All your dreams are dead".
