the Weekend Recap

Friday

• in case you didn't read the Twitter post, my brain is fine. the tumor/cyst/shadow is still gone; this time i was assured by the PA* that if all is still clear next year, then i'll never have to go back. ever.



• i switched from my loathsome Verizon cell service to AT&T; it took a few hours, but i'm already glad i did. my new phone is smaller and much cuter than my last one (shown right, in red; mine is blue).



• we had our straight newlywed neighbors over for dinner: Spanish chicken and rice with chorizo and homemade sangria, followed by drunken chit chat and Wii bowling; i also had made a Tres Leches cake, but was shocked and appalled to learn that it had to sit overnight in the fridge. luckily they brought cheesecake. a good time was had by all (thanks, mostly, to the second pitcher of double strength sangria).

Saturday

• the usual saturday laziness was interrupted by shopping...Target, Stop N Shop & Costco...for the essentials. honestly, i wanted nothing more than to sit out and soak up the sun but there wasn't any time...very irritating.



• brought the Tres Leches cake to mom's for dessert. we each had one piece and then chucked it in the trash. not because it wasn't tasty...cuz it was (albeit ridiculously sweet)...but because i didn't want to bring it home and mom's going to be in the hospital all week**, so it would just be sitting in the fridge for no reason.

Sunday

• woke up early and hit the ferry; i hate to admit it out loud but i was almost sad that there were no bible beating christian wackos hurling invectives at those enroute to Pride; they were such a fixture in the last couple of years that they seemed like part of the parade itself. on the flip side, there must've been a Yankee game, because the ferry terminal was divided like a grammar school dance: jersey clad straight people and their kids on one side, Pride revelers on the other. actually it was like the last scene of The Birdcage...


• we got to 6th and 54th at the appointed time and looked around for anyone holding a sign, baloon or wearing a shirt with my company's logo. fifteen minutes later we found the small, but well represented group. everyone was really nice and very friendly; we all stood around talking and just hanging out for the next two and a half hours, in the gloriously hot sun, sandwiched in between Continental Airlines and Delta...and no i do not work in the airline industry; somehow that's just where they put us bankers.


• it really was a beautiful day, sunny and hot, with a sweet breeze carrying the scent of hotdogs, suntan lotion, hairspray and makeup; that is until we started marching along fifth avenue and the entire sky opened up on us for an hour. seriously, i've never been that wet, while fully clothed. my clothes were heavy with rain; i couldn't see out of my glasses, i feared for my cellphone which sat in a puddle, at the bottom of my pocket. i was so wet, that i didn't even care that it was still raining. the sky cleared for about 45 minutes and we were almost dry, at least from the waists up (have you ever tried to dry denim in the sun? it takes weeks) and then the rains came again, this time not abating for hours. we finished the parade downtown, hopped off the aptly named float, and headed back to the ferry.


• we had agreed to meet up with a friend of mine at the parade, but i was too wet and uncomfortable to stick around in the city. we met up with him and his new boyfriend at a chinese restaurant on Staten Island after drying off and showering and drying off again. dinner is post all on it's own, so stay tuned.

all in all, marching in the parade was great and we will definitely do it again next year; it was an amazing feeling to march down fifth avenue being cheered on by a crowd. the only drawback, if you can call it that, was that we didn't see the rest of the parade. my legs hurt, from walking from 54th down to Gay street (which is where we gave in and hopped on the float), but it's a good kinda hurt. we really had a great time despite the weather's best efforts. in truth, nobody seemed to actually mind the rain. next year i'm bringing an umbrella or maybe a poncho, possibly an inflatable raft...

* i can't tell you how much it pisses me off that despite my appointment being a year old, and then switched because the doctor couldn't make the one i originally had, he still flaked on me and stuck me with a PA; rude thy name is MD.

** mom's back in the hospital to repair the damage done by Mother's Day fiasco. in short they're repairing a hernia she got when i was born, which she had repaired 3 years ago (incorrectly) which caused a second hernia and the corresponding blockages this past May.

the Sun Will Be Out Tomorrow

FYI, kids, i'll be out of the office tomorrow.
it's my annual visit to Dr. Demonico to find out if the brain tumor is back or still MIA; here's to hoping that if it's the former, i'll never have to see him again.

stephen took off too (lucky bastard actually has a four day weekend) to come with me...not that i need a chaperone, mind you, but with John in school i hate sitting in the waiting room alone.
i'll be twittering throughout the weekend, so stop by for updates!

anyway...hope you all have a fabulous Pride weekend!

and a Happy Tuesday to You, Too

waiting for me in my mailbox, courtesy of DJ John Michael and the good people at...People:


"He's a shit...but he's a cute shit"~ Troop Beverly Hills (Shelley Long)

What Have You Done Today...Pt.2

Stephen: so, are we marching with your company in the parade?
CawfeeGuy: i dunno...
S: well, why not?
CG: i've never marched before...and i don't know anyone...
S: so? I'll be there with you and afterward you will know people.

well duh.

"I want a man who wants me by his side/not one step behind"~ Stand in Love (Kristine W.)

What Have You Done Today...

i'm faced with a conundrum:

should i march in NYC's Pride Parade with my co-workers (many of whom i've never met)?

this is the 1st time i've been "invited" to do so (my previous employers did not have an GLBT organization); i'm definitely going to the parade, but do i want to march?

Test Day: Butch/Femme

You Are 65% Feminine, 35% Masculine

You are in touch with your feminine side. Sensitive, intuitive, and caring are all words that describe you. And you're just masculine enough to relate to both men and women.

Are You More Masculine or Feminine?

Spring Fever

ugh.
i'm just feeling such a sense of malaise and disinterest in...everything.

while i'm hardly a "grass between the toes" kinda guy, i'd much rather be outside, sitting on the deck, music blasting from inside the house, reading a book and sipping an iced coffee with the puppy, than here. it's just too beautiful out to be cooped up. these middle-of-the-week days off*, are terrible cock-teases, but no matter how i try and schedule them, wednesday is the only days i can get appointments.

c'est la vie.

*to get the dishwasher repaired and for my annual round of MRI's to determine if ye olde brain tumor is really gone)

Disgruntled Employee of the Month

i was called into Zeus' office on thursday and told, point blank, that my attitude sucks and that it better change. no explanation...no rationalization...just "change".

i let it marinate over the weekend and yesterday, and finally asked Cunty what the hell that means.

campbell's soup version: i'm short with people; "here's your answer, end of story".

i guess if i didn't feel like i'm the only one, around here, who works (when i'm not blogging, of course), answering all the phones and the stupid questions, supervising when the actual supervisor can't find his balls or his brain, i'd be less "short".

Musical Mondays

When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
It was before the origin of love.

The origin of love

And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son.

The origin of love

Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said,
"I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer,
Like I killed the giants."
And Zeus said, "No,
You better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors,
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards."
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire

And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife.
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth.
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane,
To scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain,
And a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love

~"the Origin of Love" (Hedwig and the Angry Inch)

Lower Your Cholesterol Through Osmosis

Stephen: we need to get your cholesterol down.
CawfeeGuy: yeah i know...**sips iced latte**
S: you need to start eating more fish
CG: **makes gagging noise**
S: at least some fish oils; to get the good cholesterol up. what about avacados, you like avacados...
CG: yeah, i do. i told you yesterday that i almost bought one.
S: mmm-hmmm. but, see, it doesn't work unless you actually do buy it and then eat it.

Test Day: A Salted

You Are a Salty Person

When it comes to snacks, you're more likely to grab a bag of chips over a bag of cookies. There's a good chance you're male (men prefer salty snacks)... Or at least, you feel very comfortable in male dominated environments. Your taste tends to be complex, sophisticated, and adult. You tend to crave your favorite restaurant meal... or mom's cooking.

Are You Sweet or Salty?

an Open Letter to the Complaints Department at Atlantic Express

after waiting an hour last night on 34th and 6th avenue for a bus (in the hot sun and Manhattan smog), i came in this morning and wrote the following "letter" to the Atlantic Express bus company; i eagerly await a reply:

Atlantic Express continues it's long standing tradition of abysmal service to Staten Island commuters with increasingly longer wait times for x24 and X23 buses both in the mornings and afternoons. During the average five day work week, 3 mornings i'm forced to wait at "the checkpoint" for a bus with a seat; invariably, i take an x22. for the 2nd run of the morning this is absolutely ridiculous.

what is even worse is the nightly wait of a MINIMUM of 30 minutes for a seat. it is unconscionable that one should have to wait from 5:20 to 6:20, on 34th street, for a seat on a bus OR stand for the hour-and-a-half trip home. if you've ever had the unfortunate experience of riding "cowboy's" bus, you'll understand why standing is not an option. what is beyond frustrating, though, is being unable to glean information from the dispatcher; phones ring for ten minutes at a time, without being answered. the dispatchers know that the commuters are angry and don't want to hear it.

there have been numerous rumors circulating, that the MTA will be "taking over" the run of the x24 and x23; i only hope that these rumors are true as it is inconceivable that the MTA could provide poorer service to commuters.

I Hate New York In June (How About You?)

Ninety-five fucking degrees? are you kidding me?!?

Star Struck Pt. 7: Mmmmm-Hm

Leo: The way you put an outfit together will get people talking, happily you have the personality to live up to the buzz.

see? "outfit". the stars know.

"Good Head"

that's what i was told i have, by my hairdresser, last night.

see, in case you don't know (and i can't imagine that many of you do know this since i rarely post pics of myself on here), i have a receding hairline am balding...terribly. i say terribly because what gay man wants to admit that he's getting on in years and has lost that youthful blush and his thick mane of gorgeous hair? not this one, certainly. anyway, over the last few years, my scalp has been making more and more appearances and what's left of my hair is completely unmanageable/unstylable (read: i hate "product" and refuse to gel/mousse/coif it in such a way that makes it look "fuller").

recently i've begun questioning whether i should just buzz it, alla Patrick Stewart and Ed Harris. i'd never shave it clean...i'd look too much like Stephen and i have a "thing" about couples that look alike. since i have a biological predisposition which leaves me incapable of making "important" decisons without seeking advice from a minimum of 3 people, i asked around what people thought of me getting buzzed.

Reaction #1 (John): no.
Reaction #3 (girl at work): sure...why not?
Reaction# 2 (Stephen): i dunno...it really depends on how your head is shaped...
me: well is my head the right shape?
S: i have no idea.
M: what do you mean you don't know? how is my head shaped?
S: um...like a head...but i can't picture you without any hair...you really won't know till you do it.
M: but i can't just do it...i need to know if it will look good if i do, before i do.
S: sorry.

so, last night, i ran the idea by Lisa Ann my buxom, perky-yet-bitchy, Staten Island hairdresser.

Reaction #4 (Lisa Ann): absolutely! your head is the perfect shape and you've got small ears and a nice, little nose! you've got a great head for a buzz cut.
Reaction #5 (hairdresser with chair next to her): oh yeah...great head...there's nothing worse than a guy with a pointy head and big nose who shaves his head...you'd look great.

Lisa Ann: but we're gonna do it really gradually, over the next couple of haircuts....to get you used to it...tonight we'll cut it shorter than we usually do, but not that short. yeah i think it's a great idea.

lisa got a big tip.

Test Day: Bobo the Dog Faced Boy

You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy

Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious. Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

why oh why couldn't i be a cute breed?

Homo-Hum

seriously though, my coming out was so not an issue to my family or 99% of my friends; if it hadn't been such a relief, it would've been a let down.

Posh Lefters of the World, Untie and Take Over

Latest Edict fromThe Powers That Be:
every day is "business casual"
translation: no more ties...ever.

[deadpan] woo hoo.

i haven't not worn a tie to work since...well...ever.

what the hell am i gonna do with the industrial sized garbage bag, filled with gorgeous ties, that i have at the bottom of my closet (most of which i stole from my last job, selling suits and ties)? they make my daily outfit; i'm gay, i don't wear "clothes" to work, i wear well coordinated outfits...at least i did.

now i'm just lost.

the iTunes Store: It's Like Crack (Only Legal)

my three latest acquisitions.
my three newest favorites.
stop me before i download again.

Monday Morning Pride Month Poll

happy 1st Monday of Pride Month!
in honor of that and the fact that i'm finally done loading my iPod and having spent a wonderful Saturday evening with MS , i have 2 questions that i'd like you to answer (as either a comment or an e-mail):

1) What song(s) would you put on a Pride Mix? i don't care if it's disco, classical, club, hard rock, heavy metal, or showtuneswhat songs just scream Gay Pride to you?2) What's the best song or album to have sex to?

i look forward to all your replies and will attempt to keep this post on the top, till next Monday when i'll post a new poll!