Happy Thanksgiving Kids, Enjoy Your Dead Bird and All the Trimmings

from my family to yours.

Thanksgiving Means Gratuitous Pictures of Food Pt 1: Mini Cherry Cheesecakes

Wednesday As the New Friday

good morning! good morning!

the sun is shining, and the day is brimming with promise and good vibes! i slept like a rock last night and was able to sleep 10 minutes later than usual since i bummed a ride* from Cunty into the office (did you know she lives within spitting distance of us). rumor has it we're going to get let go early today which totally has me psyched since, when i get home, stephen will be in the midst of making a pie (blueberry & apple?) and i'm making two batches of bread pudding for thanksgiving; one is to bring with us to his aunt/uncles' and the other is to drop off at my parents' house, even though we won't be spending the holiday with them. anyway...i've been here 20 minutes and really should get to work. have to get all my ducks in a row before my four day weekend!
besides, someone brought in coffee...someone else brought in bagels...somebody else brought doughnuts...

*i made mini cheesecakes last night which do not commute well

Word of the Day

cyberchondria (n): the practice of leaping to dire conclusions while researching health matters online.

thanks Bri-the-Pie Guy for giving me something truly noteworthy, i can pilfer and pass off as my own.

"I've had that. Just ask Web MD"~ Ryan Charisma

Tuesday is the New Thursday

i got very little sleep last night.

• stephen was tossing and turning all night (as usual) and kept pushing me towards the edge of the bed* (the closer he got to me, the further i moved).
• i shouldn't have eaten that cold slice of pizza 20 minutes before going to bed: 2:30 agita.

so now i'm short tempered with zero tolerance for my co-workers' and (especially) Cunty's stupidity. i've already jumped down her throat once, this morning, and it's not even 9am.

*i don't mine being cuddled or held while i'm falling asleep, but when i am asleep i freak out if i'm touched; so if he tries to put an arm around me when i'm asleep i usually wake up with a start and move away.

"...don't fuck with me fellas"~ Mommie Dearest (Faye Dunaway)

My Husband Thinks He's Sarah Jessica Parker...or Maybe Tippy Hedron...

(thanks to the people at Staten Island's Target for another golden phot op)

"I put a bird in my hair"~ Sex and the City: the Movie (Carrie Bradshaw)

Who Woulda Thunk...

that underneath all this hair:



was an adorable puppy!


lemme tell you , Mr Rufus was P-ISSED when we picked him up from the groomer. little bastard actually scowled in his carseat at me. Three guesses where he picked up that little habit. an hour (and a Greenie) later, he was fine and all was forgiven.

Test Day: Latte For Work

What Your Latte Says About You

You don't treat yourself very often. You find that indulging doesn't jibe with your very disciplined life. You are a very serious person. You don't have time for silly antics. Intense and energetic, you aren't completely happy unless you are bouncing off the walls. You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it. You are a child at heart, and you don't ever miss the opportunity to do something playful. You are sophisticated and daring, but you are never snobby.

What Does Your Latte Say About You?

Test Day: What's My Name (Bitch)?

You are a Black Coffee

At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it Your caffeine addiction level: high

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

Thursday Morning Cop Out Post

1. Is there anyone on your blogroll you would have sex with?
Absolutely. but there are only, like, three people alive i wouldn't have sex with.

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
anytime after my 1st coffee infusion.

3. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke?
i don't think so...i've had to pull over to take a leak, several times, but never to puke.

4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?
*sigh* i'm usually paid to keep them on.

5. Shower or bath while having sex?
i always thought shower sex would be fun, till i realized that only one person can stand under the hot water while the other person gets really cold and/or almost drowns...after that, i prefer nookie on dry land.

6. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?
i prefer passive aggressive people in bed.

7. Do you love someone on your blogroll?
i love them all in their own special way!

8. Love or Money?
love. money is too easy to get and even easier to loose.

9. Credit cards or cash?
Cash. i've done the credit thing and still get plagued by those phantoms.

10. Have you ever wanted a best friend?
i've never not had at least one best friend. i'm lucky that way.

11. Camping or a 5 star hotel?
i'd take a 3 star hotel over camping any day of the week.

12. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?
the fitting room at Herman's World of Sports.

13. Would you shave your entire body (including your head)?
remember when i said i look like a platypus? imagine that shaved. **shudder**

14. Have you ever been to a strip club?
no actually i haven't. i've seen go go boys who strip but i don't think they count...or can count...i did have the misfortune of attending my brother's bachelor party where they featured an egg launching lady of the evening....

15. Ever been to a bar?
c'mon.

16. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?
no...i usually fade into the woodwork behind the plants...

17. Ever been so drunk someone else had to carry you?
no...despite the several times i was seriously blitzed, i was able to maintain my own motor coordination.

18. Had sex in a movie theater?
yes.

19. Had sex in a bathroom?
Yes.

20. Have you ever had sex at work?
yes, with a customer, during my retail queen stage, in the fitting room.

21. Ever been to an adult store?
yes.

22. Bought something from an adult store?
yes.

23. Have you been caught having sex ?
sure.

24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you?
i'm sure they're still out there somewhere...

25. Ever had sex with someone and called them by the wrong name?
No...i usually don't talk during sex, so that's never been an issue...though, truthfully, there's only a handful of guys whose names i actually knew.

blatantly stolen from Traveling But Not in Love, whose original post is way funnier than mine and whom i hope is feeling better soon.

an Open Letter to Mother Mothball

You haven't seen me in a while, and quite frankly i'm grateful. We 1st encountered each other last march when i needed to be in work by 6:30 and working 12 hour days. the buses ran differently, back then, and almost everyone would have a seat to themselves (since it was the ass crack of the morning and all). i'd see you, got up like a sassy coed in your varsity jacket, shoosh-shoosh track pants and pigtails. point of fact: it was your pig tails that 1st caught my eye.

see, i'd never seen a 70 year old woman with pigtails before and it disturbed me...it still disturbs me . the next thing i noticed was the smell: mothballs. actually, i think it took me several days of sitting behind/near you to realize that the musty basement/eau d'grandma scent was coming from you. i don't know why i was surprised...but i was. perhaps your vintage varsity jacket was the genuine article, perhaps your pants were made from real WWII parachutes, i have no idea. over the next few months, it was all i could do to avoid sitting near you or standing behind you while waiting to disembark, as the scent made my eyes tear and my throat close up. luckily, work got easier and i was able to take the next bus, and have been, till this week.

imagine my surprise to find that you still take the "early" bus, still wear your band-aid colored hair in pigtails and still reek of an old cellar. the schedule may have changed, buy you remain the same. it was like a visit from that hairy lipped, halitosis wielding aunt that you only see at weddings and funerals. my defenses kicked in and again, i gave you a wide berth. sadly with the change in Atlantic Express' schedule, the bus has been packed and somebody is always forced to share a seat with you. luckily, that someone hasn't been me.

anyway, i go back to my regular schedule tomorrow and probably won't see you for a while...hopefully...but wanted you to know that everytime i go into a thrift store, used clothing shop or hardware store and catch a whiff of naphthalene or camphor, i'll gag, wipe my eyes and think of you...

A Philodendran Grows in Brooklyn Pt 3

for lack of a better post, here's the latest glimpse of Phyllis, after 9 months in my care. Happy Wednesday from brooklyn.

Gay It Foward

there was always a joke about what would happen if all the gays called in sick; no hairdressers, no flight attendants, etc.

in truth though, this is something we should all be thinking about. we're such a diverse group of people, peppering a multitude of careers all over the nation. we are everywhere. you've seen the news lately, thousands of people ralllied in New York, thousands in San Francisco, etc. We're more powerful than we think...than they think...and if we all get behind this, think of the message we can send.

Runaway

i am not a runner. at my best, i'm a "swift walker".
i come from people "built for comfort, not for speed"; short, rather stout, flat footed, and fur covered people. if you're picturing a human sized platypus, you're not far off. growing up, i was never the kid expected to win relay races or last more than 3 minutes in dodge ball; on my pee-wee soccer team i was "left defense", since i was built like a little dump truck and kicked like a Rockette. clearly this seems to run in our genes*.

Anyway, if there's one period of time i'd rather not run, it's 1st thing on a Monday morning. Sadly, that's how i spent this morning from 5:36 to 5:45; 1st running after "the early bus"** to no avail, and then walking the 1/4 mile downhill, to the next stop (where four other buses which also go to 34th street stop). halfway down the hill, i saw 3 of the other buses pulling in, so ran down and caught one, just in time. i collapsed in the seat, sweating a priest at the Cub Scout Jamboree and wheezing, with shin splints. by the time i got to manhattan i was cold and damp and limping and cursing my furry little teapot forebears.

what a way to start a monday.

*Squirt's nickname on her basketball and softball teams is Dead Man Walking. if you want a fly ball caught or a 3 pointer sunk from mid-court, she's your girl; if you want a base stolen or fast court action...um...try some other little girl.
**not my usual 5:59 bus, but the one right before it, which gets me to my desk by 6:45 as opposed to 7:10; one of my co-workers from my old department is out today and tomorrow, so i'm covering his desk as well as doing my usual work, so i wanted to get there early.

Work Me Goddammit III: Conversation of the Day

K___y: did you have balloons at your party?
CawfeeGuy: no...i wanted them but stephen said they were too childish. *shrug* whatever.
K: Oh...well i had them at my party....but i think i bought the wrong ones.
CG: what do you mean?
K: well, no matter how much i blew them up...and i blew them till they almost popped, they wouldn't float; they just stayed on the floor.
CG: uh...
K: i thought i tied them with the wrong string...but my friend and i figured out i just bought the wrong kind of balloons.

"... you should have tried to convivnce them they were blowing the wrong kind of air"~ Bri the Pie Guy (via Twitter)

Best Blog Post I've Read (Before 7am)

i defy you to read this without singing the song in your head and without snickering at your desk like a crazy person...bravo TBNIL.

"I can't wait for June Whitfield to start peddling the morning after pill"~ Ben (comment left on orignal post)

Test Day: Your True Colors

The Ultimate Color Test

When you are at peace, you are: Energized and innovative When you are moved to act, you are: Giving and warm When you are inspired, you are: Creative and productive When your life is perfectly balanced, you are: Totally in the moment Your life's purpose is: To live a passionate life

The Ultimate Color Test

At a Loss Pt 2: iLose

I love my husband more than anyone else on the planet but the sad reality is, he's a loser.

He loses his keys, he loses his wallet, he loses money, he loses jewelry, he loses umbrellas, he loses books, he loses cell phones, he loses EVERYTHING; all the time. Ok...Maybe that's harsh. it's more fair and accurate to say that he "misplaces" things for extended periods of time. All the afformentioned items almost always turn up...eventually. sometimes it takes a few minutes, sometimes hours, sometimes weeks. See, as smart as he is, and lemme tell you that man is indisputably SM-ART, is as absent minded as he is. He's left the remote control for the stereo in the kitchen for hours at a time, left his wallet in the car for days, etc. again: these things always turn up, it's just a question of when...usually it's either right before or right after the credit cards are cancelled or item is replaced.

The most recent victim is the iPod nano i rufus gave him for this past father's day. it was little and cute and green and now it's gone. Poof. Nowhere to be found. He thinks he may have left it at work, so it may be somewhere in his department's office or somebody may have just walked off with it. it's anybody's guess.

Anyway, with Christmas right around the corner, I'm rufus is considering getting him another one...one of the new nano's...again in green. We know he'll enjoy it as much as he enjoyed the 1st one, listening to his podcasts and his Red Hot Chili Peppers, we're just going to accessorize it with a chain that clips to his wrist....

Wah.

it's a cold, wet, rainy Thursday and i'm stuck at work:
thanks to MS and Rufus for illustrating how i feel today.

My Friends Say the Darndest Things Pt 2

"We all need to get out of this crazy gerbil ball and start our own businesses, good thing the economy's in such good shape "~Bri the Pie Guy (via Twitter)

For Ryan Charisma

'Tis the Season Way Too Early For This Pt 2: Ho Ho Homosexual

ok ok ok ok.

i know it's not even Thanksgiving yet, and i really shouldn't be thinking about Christmas, but c'mon! Kristine W and Christmas music? forget the brown paper packages and the schnitzel with noodles, those are two of my favorite things.

i had to pounce on it the day it was released and i urge you to do the same before it's sold out (plus, please notice, that she'll autograph the CD for basically the price of a small coffee at Starbucks).

the "Long Awaited" (and Excruciatingly Long and Dull) "2nd Wedding" Post

As most of you know, stephen and i had a commitment ceremony last year. It was, without a doubt, the happiest day of my life, to declare my love for him, with john and jenn at my side, in front of our friends and family. Afterward, my heart was filled with immense joy and sense of completion. This was the man I waited my entire life to meet and spend the rest of my life with. The only downside was that the ceremony was largely symbolic. Yes, in our hearts and minds we were married, but in the eyes of the state and the nation, we were just another couple of gay guys going through the motions. Then, a few months later, NY state announced that “they” would now recognize any same sex marriage or civil union performed in any other state or country. We started considering heading back to San Francisco (where we had honeymooned a few months before,) or up to Canada to get everything “formalized”. The more we talked about it, over the next few months, the more Canada seemed like the best idea and so plans were made.

Fast forward to the weekend of October 11th.

John, Justin (both of whom agreed to be our legal witnesses), Stephen and I drove from Staten Island (and Budd Lake, NJ) up to Canada and spent one of the best long weekends I’ve ever had. The drive up was fantastically long, lending itself to periods of silence and storytelling and laughter. There is nothing like traveling with friends and we really couldn’t have found two better people to travel with. The more time i spend with Justin, the more i like him. his Sahara dry sense of humor and glib remarks are a fuckin hoot. he and john compliment each other like stephen and i; it's also great for stephen to have somebody to roll his eyes with while john and i engage ourselves in a 20 minute Steel Magnolias medley.

We arrived early on Friday afternoon, dropped John and Justin off at the hotel and made our way to the Toronto County Clerk’s office to get our license. The entire procedure took 15 minutes and nobody batted an eye. The clerk was amazingly solicitous and congratulatory, proving that our 1st experience with Canadians proved to be the lasting impression I’ll take with me forever: friendly, open minded, warm and kind. We returned to the room, and had lunch at Tony Roma’s next door with J & J. There we met the 2nd friendliest person in Canada, our blonde and bubbly waitress who (with little prompting from John), directed us to “the best gay bar in town”: the Vous (formerly The Rendezvous).

Hours later, after some relaxation, some minor drama involving my “wedding clothes” which were still hanging in Staten Island, we headed to the Vous.

Let me say that having spent way too much time in NY and NJ gay bars, I was blown away by this one. Long story short, it was someone’s house turned into a bar and it was packed to the rafters. Whereas most gay bars are very…specific (Bear Bars, Twink Bars, Leather Bars, Lezzie Bars, etc), this one was the bar and was filled with all walks of gay life. We found out later that it was the only gay bar in a 100 mile or meter (whatever) radius, so naturally the place was hopping. The music was awful, the people were strange and the drinks were terrible, but somehow we had a great time. Everybody was so happy and friendly and infectiously excited to be there. it would’ve been impossible not to have a good time.

The next day, we hit the Falls and did some shopping before the ceremony. The Falls were single handedly the most awe inspiring thing I’d ever seen. I’m used to big buildings and bridges and statues, but to see something created by nature, so immense and furious, was an amazing experience. The pictures here could never do it justice.

After the falls, Justin and Stephen went on a tour of the power plant (i'm sure by that point they'd had enough of club music and Soapdish), while john and I engaged in some truly quality relaxation/John & David time (read: we went to the hotel bar and talked about our significant others) and it was fabulous. Nothing makes me miss him more than spending time together, “like we used to”. Our boys joined us later and then we all retired back to the room to prepare and wait for the celebrant (this fabulously little chubby lesbian, whose teenage son waited outside our hotel, looking at the Falls).

This ceremony was markedly different from our 1st one: it was simple and straightforward, and short. While preparing for it and planning it with the woman who married us, I thought it was going to be a “wham-bam-thank you ma’am” affair and that I’d be completely cool throughout; I mean, hey, we’d done it once, right? Wrong. I was hit with and overcome by the same level of emotions and feelings that I had a year before when I recited the same vows I’d written. I cried. He cried. John cried. The celebrant cried. in a departure from lighting the “unity candle” again, we participated in a “sand ceremony”, symbolically uniting our lives…again…into an intricate and original pattern….you get the idea. Anyway, the ceremony lasted less than a half an hour, and afterward we went out for a fantastic steak dinner.

The next day we left Canada and had an equally fun, albeit incredibly long, drive home. Stopping off at the Anchor Bar, in Buffalo (the undisputed birthplace of the Buffalo Wing).
While our 1st ceremony left me feeling immensely happy and complete, the Canadian ceremony left me with an equally immense feeling of relief. i was relieved that in the eyes of NY state and our employers w were now LEGALLY married and now retained all the rights and privileges thereof.
Last week, when i 1st heard that prop h8 was passed, i felt sick to my stomach....i cannot imagine what all those californian couples must be feeling after having the legal rug ripped out from under them. i feel like all the fanfare and brightness surrounding the recent election are completely eclipsed by this travesty of justice and humanity. I’m also incredibly glad we chose Canada over San Francisco…
"I used to run/I used to hide from love/But now, I'm satisfied/'Cause you showed me/That love could be/So good, so real and oh so right/So many things I used to let get in my way/Now I open up my arms and say hey/Lovin You/It's all I wanna do/For the rest of my life/This feels so right I'm/Lovin You/It's all I wanna do/For the rest of my days/'Cause I like the way I'm/Lovin You"~ Lovin You (Kristine W

Tuesday Afternoon DVD Review

Sex and the City: the Movie
ok...i'm the last person on earth to see this movie, i realize that, get over it. long story short, i loved it. loved everybody in it. loved the people i hated. loved the clothes. loved the hair. loved the make up. loved the male frontal nudity. just plain loved it. just like the series, it made me laugh and cry and scream and laugh and cry s'more. it was the long awaited cherry on a deliciously fabulous chocolate sunday. it left me feeling both satisfied and nostalgic. don't rent it...go out and buy it.

"The good ones screw you, the bad ones screw you, and the rest don't know how to screw you"~ Sex and the City (Samantha Jones)

Skeleton Crew

being veteran's day and all, my place of business is like a ghost town with departments at the minimal amount of staff allowable. ironically, my entire department is here since we've been at the minimal amount of staff since last march: 7 people (and one "reservist" who comes in from 7 to 8). it's no big deal, though, there's really not much to do today...

there's no mail today.
no check writing.
no wire transfers.
the phones are hardly ringing.

it's only 10:30 and the entire day is stretched out in front of me with no hope of early release.

'Tis the Season Way Too Early For This

but somehow i was directed to this musical gem on Amazon and had to buy it for $7.
Something tells me it's gonna be awful and that i'm gonna love it just the same...

My Roaring 20's

so the other day, i was standing on 34th street waiting for a bus, when i got to thinking how absolutely, totally and completely insane/lucky i was during my wayward youth. i don't know what precipitated the walk down memory lane but there i was standing on line and thinking way back to my early twenties and the incredibly dangerous positions i put myself in, in the name of getting laid. i look back and ask myself what the fuck were you thinking?

• "the Lot", Under the Boardwalk and tearooms: the thrill was in the anonymity and semi-public debauchery, buyt in hindsight, the danger of being beaten up, held up or arrested far outweighs the excitement. you never know who the guy next to you is, Charles Manson or Officer McNightstick.


• late night cyber hook-ups: sure...i'll go to your house at 3 am after only seeing a sorta blurry picture that could be anybody else's, for the promise of 11" and balls like billiards...i'll just leave a note for my roommates so they know wear to search for the body when i don't turn up for breakfast the next day...

yeah looking back, i have to say, i'm lucky i made it out of my 20's completely alive; despite the amount of time and energy i used getting some ass, i've never been bashed, i've never gotten a disease, i've never been arrested, i've never been caught by a jealous wife or husband. i think back to the guys i hooked up with, in the oddest and strangest places and wonder how i didn't wind up fish food or as fertilizer for somebody's tomato plants. i acted without fear or common sense.

my friends knew about my sluttery and more than a couple expressed their concern and while i always enjoyed myself...alot...and wouldn't give up any of the memories i've got, i'm so fucking glad that those days are behind me. i guess with age comes fear which is a side effect of reasonable thinking.

i hope the guys out there cruising and slutting around are more careful than i was and enjoy themselves as much as i did.

"He'd devoted his life to a chimera: to sexual pleasure, the most fleeting of all diversions. He'd cavorted, he'd frolicked, he'd made a profession of promiscuity. He'd given himself over to the never ending chase, not caring that whenever he caught what he was after, he held it but a moment before it slipped from his grasp. And here he was, after a decade of his single-minded pursuit, left with nothing but lurid memories". ~ When You Were Me (Robert Rodi)

Pop Quiz: Mind the Gap

There Are 0 Gaps in Your Knowledge

Where you have gaps in your knowledge: No Gaps! Where you don't have gaps in your knowledge: Philosophy Religion Economics Literature History Science Art

Do You Have Gaps in Your Knowledge?

stolen, randomly, from Kevin Rants.

Pre-Weekend Make Over

so, what do you think? it's a little darker but i felt like a change. oh yeah there's also a new feature that blogger calls "reactions" or somesuch...basically, You The People cans click on what you think of a post without necessarily leaving a comment. we'll see how this flies; i'll probably axe it in a week or two when i see that nobody is clicking.

have a good weekend all!

Test Day: King of My Castle

The Castle Personality Test

You have no problem diving into new experiences. You're so brave that you don't even notice how courageous you are. You don't spend a lot of time thinking about how people see you. You're kind of scared to know what they think. You are a very romantic person. You can't help but see the world as it should be. Right now, stress occasionally makes you feel trapped in your life. You usually have a clear perspective on things though! Overall, your life is dramatic and unpredictable. You life in interesting times. You feel like the fate of the future partially rests in your hands. You believe you need to help make the world a better place.

The Castle Personality Test

Why Did Nobody Tell Me About This Nugget O' Fabulousness

Produced by and Starring RuPaul.

directed by Mike Ruiz.

Co-Starring the incomparable Candis Cayne and a cast of gay glitterati including Michael Lucas, Ari Gold, Lady Bunny and Sweetie.

if this dvd was any gayer it'd be perfumed.

(at no point did i ever say the movie was good...'cuz it's not...it's actually it's really really not, but there's graphic male frontal nudity and Candis is beyond fierce, so i say give it a whirl)

Thursday Just Got a Little More Depressing

i'm a little slow on the uptake, but this just occurred to me.
i can honestly say i feel like crying right about now...

One Step Forward

two steps back.
oops...make that four steps...
nope...six! SIX steps!
so i guess we won't be retiring to Boca Raton or San Francisco or Phoenix....

Deep Throat

When stephen and i 1st met, he was living in a 1 bedroom walk-up in Forest Hills, Queens. He was sandwiched in between his landlord, a cantankerous old Greek Man with advanced Parkinson's Disease, lived above him and a sexy red headed chain smoking IT guy, in the basement apartment below. The morning after the 1st night i slept at his place (read: our 2nd date), i was woken up by the sound of somebody being choked to death, somewhere in the apartment. this prompted me to sit up in bed, waking Stephen up, and asking "What the fuck is happening"? his reply was, "oh, that's just bob", the downstairs neighbor. it seems that bob, despite being in his late thirties, had never quite developed the ability to brush his teeth without gagging. the sound of him being strangled is one that became quite familiar with over the year that stephen continued to live in his apartment and after a while i learned to sleep through it. i'll admit, it was very strange when i'd see him in front of the house, smoking; it's hard not to picture someone gagging on their toothbrush.

the reason i bring this up is because yesterday, while in the men's room, i heard the same gagging noise as a co-worker (whom i do not know) was brushing his teeth at one of the many sinks*. he, too, was a guy in his late 30's and it sounded like he was being slowly strangled under the running faucet. it surprises the hell out of me that one could reach such an age and perform a task at least once a day for at least 20 years and still not be able to surpress their natural reflex but, asking around, i found out that this is not an uncommon occurrance. i know at least 2 other people who have the same problem...and yes, one of them is an avowed cocksucker. when pressed, they're not sure why they gag, but they do.

i'm intrigued to know how many other people out there can't brush their teeth without gagging and whether or not it affects their ability to give good head...

*the fact that guys use the men's room as their personal washroom boggles my mind, but that's a post for another time.

Phew.

that was a long, fucking eight years....

i'm really looking foward to what the next 4 will bring.

I Bought a T-Shirt*...Does That Count?

seriously though, i'm gonna go after work. i swear on my Cher doll!
sweet mother of eve arden, people, i know this is important...i've read about it on (almost) all your blogs!

*you can get your t-shirt here.

Kindle Me Timbers

i'm intrigued and put off all at the same time. i don't think i could ever give up the complete sensory experience of an actual book (though i'm sure my husband wishes i would).

It's My Party Pt 2 (or I'll Be Neurotic If I Want To)

dunno why, but i feel the need to expound on the whole "bummed 'cuz the party was smaller than i had anticipated" comment.

growing up, i didn't have alot of friends...actually...to be quite honest, all through grammar school, i was friends with only one other boy whom i lost touch with when we entered high school. i know, it's not really uncommon; i wasn't "like" the other boys and i was very self conscious about it. add to that my juvenile weight problem (i was "the fat kid"), my natural shyness and an awkward phase that just ended about a year ago, and it's not hard to see why i wasn't mister popularity. that didn't change the fact that i wanted, more than anything, to be one of the cool kids; one of the kids whom everyone wanted to be friends with and got invited to all the birthday parties. i wasn't though. nope, i was the kid who was, usually, alone on the school yard, drawing or reading.

anyway, i grew up and learned how to make friends. now there's different people from different parts of my life: current work friends, high school friends, college friends, past work friends, neighbors, online friends, etc. it helped that i somehow befriended very gregarious people whom "everybody" knew and was friends with; y'know...people with friends. slowly, i also shed my shyness (and baby fat), and became slightly less awkward looking. i learned the art of sarcasm and dry humor. i learned to tell a story and make people laugh. i also learned to be content as part of a team; i'm never the Alpha homo or the Mary, but forever the Beta homo or the Rhoda. i work better when it's ______ & David; i enjoy being the sidekick.

So, back to the party...

the Campbell's Soup version is this: more people at my party means more popular. more popular means i'm not the fat kid with the fucked up hair and unibrow i was in 1987. it means that people want to be around me and that means that i'm an OK person.

yeah...i know...it's a really fucked up and shallow train of though, but that's how it is. i try my damnedest not to care about things like that, and just be happy that i did have friends there, but it's just no use. i'm so happy for the people that came, we had a wonderful time, but i couldn't help but feel that (with the exception of Dr & Mrs Pie Guy) the ones that weren't just didn't think it i was worth it.

It's My Party

After a month of preparation (i needed to plan something now that i've run out of weddings...), we had our 1st annual Halloween Bash on Saturday night and it all came to a pretty damn fabulous, if exhausting, culmination.

The party was a bit smaller than i thought it was gonna be, and i was just a little bummed 'cuz a couple of people told me they were gonna come and then didn’t and that other people were otherwise engaged or had new babies to attend to; there were also a few people who couldn't have made it, even if they wanted to, because of geography.

Those who did made it looked absolutely fantastic and everyone (except my husband) came in costume**, which really made me happy! I made way too much food ("Halloweenies", various dips with chips, canape with tapanade, and catered sandwich-wraps), way too much booze (i'll say it again, You were right Justin; 1 case of beer woulda been enough), way too many desserts (MS made the most fabulous heart and brain cupcakes, Nil made a totally adorable Graveyard Pudding, rice krispie treats, and lots of candy). I can honestly say that i think i spent more money on decorations and food for this party than i did on my 1st car, and everyone really seemed to appreciate the effort. Games were played (Find Damien's mark of evil, Collect all the Spiders) and a good time seemed to be had by all.

my camera was MIA for most of the night, but i know MS and Nil got some, so i'll either link to them or post them here. next year's party will be better than this years, now that i've got some experience on the hows and whens.

* he'd been anti-costume until the Friday morning when he said, Hmmm maybe i will dress up, but wound up wearing the t-shirt i got him when he said that he "didn't do" costumes.
**best costumes: Nil's Alice, MS' Queen of Hearts and Justin's Redneck Crazy Christer.