and once more on the the penis blog project...
#21... I like your belt...
Monday, April 21, 2003
Friday, April 18, 2003
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Dave arrives in New Orleans one week from today for a 2 week visit. And I am very happy about this.
Yay.
Yay.
Ok... so remember how last week I was feeling all weird cuz some boy had pretty eyes.... well, a friend of mine went back to the Country Club the next day and saw said boy having a 3 way in the showers... which turned into a four way when they invited this hideous boy who I call "Missy" (cuz he looks like a lesbian I know named Missy) over to join them...
feh...
feh...
Ok... that last post sounded mean and I really didn't mean for it to... when discussing the penis blog project i should have pointed out that there is absolutely nothing wrong with a big scary dick and they certainly have their place (and it's a very nice place)....
now i'm thinking that last sentence just sounds wrong...
now i'm thinking that last sentence just sounds wrong...
Hmmm. Maybe I'm just having a spectacularly unhorny evening, but most of the pictures in the penis blog project sort of scare me... where are all the bloggers with the pretty peni?
Friday, April 11, 2003
Saturday, April 05, 2003
I'm currently in a weird mood. Yesterday, I had one of those little moments in life that can be scary.
I was at the Country Club getting some sun and hanging out with my friend, Gray. I notice this incredibly cute guy come into the pool area. I'm in the pool and after a bit, he gets into the pool as well and starts swimming the length of the pool. On one of his turns he surfaced next to me and looked over and gave me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life. And it felt like lightning hit me.
He swims for a bit more and then gets out of the pool, giving me a glance once in a while, but a normal everyday just looking around kind of glance.
A bit later, I go to the outside bar for a drink and he's sitting at it. I have to ask him for an ashtray and a napkin cuz they're both by him on the bar. So, we start talking. And talk for about half an hour. And I'm pretty much drowning in the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. We talk literature and travel and alternative theater. His name is Jason and he's an actor in Los Angeles on a week's vacation in the Big Easy. He tells me about a play he was just in called "The Short Bus", the title alone of which makes me laugh. He says the last great book he read was Jean-Paul Sartre's Nausea, which made him laugh and cry and shook his world up. He mentions the boyfriend word in passing, but I'm not sure if it's current or past tense. Gray joins us in conversation midway through.
I mention a play I'm going to see that nite and he indicates that he may go see it as well. I think of offering my phone number but never do it. He goes to the bathroom. I get back into the pool. He sits at the bar for a bit more and then tells Gray and I that he's leaving, but tells me perhaps he'll see me at the play. As he sits tying his shoes on a chair at the edge of the pool, I'm thinking he's one of the most attractive people I've ever seen in my life. Oddly enough, Gray later says he was just 'ok'.
After he leaves, Gray says he thinks the guy was attracted to me. I think perhaps he was interested in Gray. Who knows...
Circumstances change and I don't make it to the play. My friend I was going with bails on me. My dog makes an untimely escape into the neighborhood. And too much time passes for me to make it there.
So, today, I wonder... did he go to the play? Was he looking for me? If we had met up and chatted what would've happened? Would it have gone badly? Could this have been 'the one'? Why did one look from someone so completely freak me out? I don't think of myself as the 'struck by lightning' type of guy anymore... perhaps I'm wrong about that...
Regardless, I just wish I'd gotten to spend a few more minutes in the company of a sweet magnetic guy.
I was at the Country Club getting some sun and hanging out with my friend, Gray. I notice this incredibly cute guy come into the pool area. I'm in the pool and after a bit, he gets into the pool as well and starts swimming the length of the pool. On one of his turns he surfaced next to me and looked over and gave me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life. And it felt like lightning hit me.
He swims for a bit more and then gets out of the pool, giving me a glance once in a while, but a normal everyday just looking around kind of glance.
A bit later, I go to the outside bar for a drink and he's sitting at it. I have to ask him for an ashtray and a napkin cuz they're both by him on the bar. So, we start talking. And talk for about half an hour. And I'm pretty much drowning in the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. We talk literature and travel and alternative theater. His name is Jason and he's an actor in Los Angeles on a week's vacation in the Big Easy. He tells me about a play he was just in called "The Short Bus", the title alone of which makes me laugh. He says the last great book he read was Jean-Paul Sartre's Nausea, which made him laugh and cry and shook his world up. He mentions the boyfriend word in passing, but I'm not sure if it's current or past tense. Gray joins us in conversation midway through.
I mention a play I'm going to see that nite and he indicates that he may go see it as well. I think of offering my phone number but never do it. He goes to the bathroom. I get back into the pool. He sits at the bar for a bit more and then tells Gray and I that he's leaving, but tells me perhaps he'll see me at the play. As he sits tying his shoes on a chair at the edge of the pool, I'm thinking he's one of the most attractive people I've ever seen in my life. Oddly enough, Gray later says he was just 'ok'.
After he leaves, Gray says he thinks the guy was attracted to me. I think perhaps he was interested in Gray. Who knows...
Circumstances change and I don't make it to the play. My friend I was going with bails on me. My dog makes an untimely escape into the neighborhood. And too much time passes for me to make it there.
So, today, I wonder... did he go to the play? Was he looking for me? If we had met up and chatted what would've happened? Would it have gone badly? Could this have been 'the one'? Why did one look from someone so completely freak me out? I don't think of myself as the 'struck by lightning' type of guy anymore... perhaps I'm wrong about that...
Regardless, I just wish I'd gotten to spend a few more minutes in the company of a sweet magnetic guy.
Friday, April 04, 2003
I highly recommend that you immediately purchase The Devil You Know by Poppy Z. Brite.
It's a really tight collection of short stories. Way way well written.
But best of all... she freaking thanked me on the acknowledgements page!!!!!!
One of my favorite authors thanked ME in one of her books. Wow wow wow.
Why did she thank me? Cuz a character in the story A Season in Heck relates a story about a past experience of his involving absinthe and emergency rooms... sound familiar? Heh.
It's a really tight collection of short stories. Way way well written.
But best of all... she freaking thanked me on the acknowledgements page!!!!!!
One of my favorite authors thanked ME in one of her books. Wow wow wow.
Why did she thank me? Cuz a character in the story A Season in Heck relates a story about a past experience of his involving absinthe and emergency rooms... sound familiar? Heh.
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
i don't blog much lately, do i...
Quick Facts...
Current Favorite CD: Mew Half the World is Watching
Reading Right Now: Darwin's Children by Greg Bear
The Devil You Know by Poppy Z Brite
Last Concert I Saw: Sigur Ros at the House of Blues this past weekend
Last Boy I Slept With: Cute 22 year old emo boy from Little Rock that I met out clubbing out after the Sigur Ros concert... he had me from the moment he said he cried through the whole concert....
Quick Facts...
Current Favorite CD: Mew Half the World is Watching
Reading Right Now: Darwin's Children by Greg Bear
The Devil You Know by Poppy Z Brite
Last Concert I Saw: Sigur Ros at the House of Blues this past weekend
Last Boy I Slept With: Cute 22 year old emo boy from Little Rock that I met out clubbing out after the Sigur Ros concert... he had me from the moment he said he cried through the whole concert....
Friday, March 21, 2003
The Line of Polity by Neal Asher was released today in the UK! Which means it'll be about another week before I can read it....
oh, fiddlesticks...
oh, fiddlesticks...
Friday, March 07, 2003
Friday, February 28, 2003
...she blamed excesses on the American dream...
One of my favorite (cheesy?) eighties songs is Imagination by Belouis Some, so I was sorta amused to discover that this chick named Harry has recorded a rockin' cover of it...
And I kinda like it...
One of my favorite (cheesy?) eighties songs is Imagination by Belouis Some, so I was sorta amused to discover that this chick named Harry has recorded a rockin' cover of it...
And I kinda like it...
Monday, February 24, 2003
Pain Killer by Turin Brakes is absolutely the hottest song I've heard in eons...
it's like liquid sex in my earphones...
it's like liquid sex in my earphones...
I guess if there were ever a time for me to start blogging regularly again... Mardi Gras would be the time...
Saturday night, I walked four blocks down the street and watched Sparta and Pegasus with my new next door neighbors (whose names I can't remember and am too embarrassed to ask...). We froze our asses off in pretty strong winds, but had a decent enuff time. They weren't the most exciting parades ever... but there were beads and doubloons flying through the air and a good bit of merriment in the air...
I got up early yesterday and discovered that the weather had taken a turn for the beautiful. It was absolutely perfect all day... I dressed super bummy in ratty old Chucks, the most comfortable shoes on earth, chinos and a sleeveless t-shirt. I hated exposed my pale arms but it's time to try and start getting some color back into my skin... especially before next weekend. So, my friend Jonathan ran by and picked me up and we met several other friends (Robert, Kris, et al) in front of Lafitttes and decided to head to Fiorella's, where I wallowed in decadence by dining on a shrimp po-boy (dressed), fries and a Bloody Mary.
I got another Bloody Mary to go and we headed to St Ann to watch Barkus. Barkus is always one of my favorite events of Carnival. A day with the Quarter filled with people who love dogs. Dog people are good people.
I ran into a surly Jonno and met his weekend guest. I ditched my other friends for a bit and watched the parade with these two. I had a very good omen for Mardi Gras happen during the parade.... I was looking at Jonno, talking to him and a string of green beads landed perfectly over my head and around my neck. Jonno split after a bit and I wound up hanging out with... um... oh geez... it starts with a J... um... that guy who's also known as Frank Green... Very sweet guy and about fifteen different kinds of adorable. And he should totally call in sick next weekend and come back to party with us some more...
I hooked back up with my friends and the rest of the afternoon/evening (until ten p.m.) was a big blur of bingo at Oz, drinks at Lafittes and the Pub and crazed running about the streets. I was aggressively hit on by a cute asian boy from L.A. (who called me 'cute blond tattoo boy') and a cute latino from New York... and I broke one of my rules and flirted (back) with a bartender... until finally we had dinner at a grocery story/deli on Bourbon around ten p.m. before heading home to crash.
And I had to get up at 6 a.m. this morning to work.... oh joy...
Tonight... the krewes of Pygmalion and Oshun will hit St Charles... and I guess I'll be there...
Saturday night, I walked four blocks down the street and watched Sparta and Pegasus with my new next door neighbors (whose names I can't remember and am too embarrassed to ask...). We froze our asses off in pretty strong winds, but had a decent enuff time. They weren't the most exciting parades ever... but there were beads and doubloons flying through the air and a good bit of merriment in the air...
I got up early yesterday and discovered that the weather had taken a turn for the beautiful. It was absolutely perfect all day... I dressed super bummy in ratty old Chucks, the most comfortable shoes on earth, chinos and a sleeveless t-shirt. I hated exposed my pale arms but it's time to try and start getting some color back into my skin... especially before next weekend. So, my friend Jonathan ran by and picked me up and we met several other friends (Robert, Kris, et al) in front of Lafitttes and decided to head to Fiorella's, where I wallowed in decadence by dining on a shrimp po-boy (dressed), fries and a Bloody Mary.
I got another Bloody Mary to go and we headed to St Ann to watch Barkus. Barkus is always one of my favorite events of Carnival. A day with the Quarter filled with people who love dogs. Dog people are good people.
I ran into a surly Jonno and met his weekend guest. I ditched my other friends for a bit and watched the parade with these two. I had a very good omen for Mardi Gras happen during the parade.... I was looking at Jonno, talking to him and a string of green beads landed perfectly over my head and around my neck. Jonno split after a bit and I wound up hanging out with... um... oh geez... it starts with a J... um... that guy who's also known as Frank Green... Very sweet guy and about fifteen different kinds of adorable. And he should totally call in sick next weekend and come back to party with us some more...
I hooked back up with my friends and the rest of the afternoon/evening (until ten p.m.) was a big blur of bingo at Oz, drinks at Lafittes and the Pub and crazed running about the streets. I was aggressively hit on by a cute asian boy from L.A. (who called me 'cute blond tattoo boy') and a cute latino from New York... and I broke one of my rules and flirted (back) with a bartender... until finally we had dinner at a grocery story/deli on Bourbon around ten p.m. before heading home to crash.
And I had to get up at 6 a.m. this morning to work.... oh joy...
Tonight... the krewes of Pygmalion and Oshun will hit St Charles... and I guess I'll be there...
Saturday, February 22, 2003
So... since music is most of what I talk about here... if you're wondering what the Top of My Pops is lately, here's what I can't get enough of lately.
Turin Brakes Ether Song
Cat Power You Are Free
The Cardigans Long Gone Before Daylight
Erlend Oye Unrest
Postal Service Give Up
Aren't I cool??? :)
Turin Brakes Ether Song
Cat Power You Are Free
The Cardigans Long Gone Before Daylight
Erlend Oye Unrest
Postal Service Give Up
Aren't I cool??? :)
Friday, February 21, 2003
"Happy birthday Zipper! I bought the cheapest thing on your list! Love Dave."
A UPS truck just pulled up a few minutes ago to deliver this to me.
Dave, my ex of quite a few years now, sent it to me. It's absolutely the most special gift I'll get this year. Why? Cuz Dave is a Peace Corps volunteer living in a shack in the Dominican Republic. And I know he barely has enuff cash to buy himself his daily meal of beans and some odd Dominican fruit and/or vegetable. (Unless the neighbors have used his yard to kill a goat again... i assume they share the meat when they do that...)
So, um... thanks, Dave!!
Oh... and if you're wondering why he calls me "Zipper"... the story is here.
A UPS truck just pulled up a few minutes ago to deliver this to me.
Dave, my ex of quite a few years now, sent it to me. It's absolutely the most special gift I'll get this year. Why? Cuz Dave is a Peace Corps volunteer living in a shack in the Dominican Republic. And I know he barely has enuff cash to buy himself his daily meal of beans and some odd Dominican fruit and/or vegetable. (Unless the neighbors have used his yard to kill a goat again... i assume they share the meat when they do that...)
So, um... thanks, Dave!!
Oh... and if you're wondering why he calls me "Zipper"... the story is here.
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Oh sweet Jesus.... can May 2nd get here soon enough???
The first one was really good... this one is SO gonna be the bomb...
The first one was really good... this one is SO gonna be the bomb...
Sunday, February 16, 2003
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Now... I just have to wonder if Mark is smitten with the music... or with me... ???
I'm thinking both...
I'm thinking both...
Monday, February 10, 2003
Someone who had read my blog recently commented to me that music must be very important to me.
It is. And on that note, here are the Artists currently loaded in my iPod (this is gonna be long):
The 6ths
Adam Rickitt
Alison Moyet
Aluminum Group
The American Analog Set
Aqualung
The Ark
Beck
Beth Orton
Billie Holliday
bis
Bjork
Broadcast
A Camp
The Cardigans
Cat Power
Charlie Parker
Cheap Glue
Cloudberry Jam
Coldplay
Craig David
Death Cab for Cutie
Death in Vegas
Dntel
Dot Allison
Electric Soft Parade
Erlend Oye
FC Kahuna
Felix da Housecat
Floraline
Frost
Frou Frou
Goldfrapp
GusGus
The Hives
Interpol
Ivy
Jamiroquai
Jay-Jay Johanson
Kings of Convenience
Komeda
Kylie Minogue
Ladytron
Lali Puna
Lighthouse Family
Massive Attack
Miniflex
Missy Elliot
Morcheeba
Ms John Soda
Mum
The Notwist
Peaches
The Postal Service
The Raveonettes
Richard Ashcroft
Rinocerose
Royksopp
Saint Etienne
The Sea & the Cake
Sigur Ros
Simian
Sleater Kinney
Sneaker Pimps
Sondre Lerche
Soviet
Strawberry Alarmclock
Tahiti 80
Tatu
Telepopmusick
Le Tigre
Zoot Woman
Make of this what you will...
It is. And on that note, here are the Artists currently loaded in my iPod (this is gonna be long):
The 6ths
Adam Rickitt
Alison Moyet
Aluminum Group
The American Analog Set
Aqualung
The Ark
Beck
Beth Orton
Billie Holliday
bis
Bjork
Broadcast
A Camp
The Cardigans
Cat Power
Charlie Parker
Cheap Glue
Cloudberry Jam
Coldplay
Craig David
Death Cab for Cutie
Death in Vegas
Dntel
Dot Allison
Electric Soft Parade
Erlend Oye
FC Kahuna
Felix da Housecat
Floraline
Frost
Frou Frou
Goldfrapp
GusGus
The Hives
Interpol
Ivy
Jamiroquai
Jay-Jay Johanson
Kings of Convenience
Komeda
Kylie Minogue
Ladytron
Lali Puna
Lighthouse Family
Massive Attack
Miniflex
Missy Elliot
Morcheeba
Ms John Soda
Mum
The Notwist
Peaches
The Postal Service
The Raveonettes
Richard Ashcroft
Rinocerose
Royksopp
Saint Etienne
The Sea & the Cake
Sigur Ros
Simian
Sleater Kinney
Sneaker Pimps
Sondre Lerche
Soviet
Strawberry Alarmclock
Tahiti 80
Tatu
Telepopmusick
Le Tigre
Zoot Woman
Make of this what you will...
Saturday, February 01, 2003
Monday, January 27, 2003
Friday, January 24, 2003
While I'm praising things... I just updated my system to Jaguar and as a result can now make use of iChat, iCal, iSync and Safari.
Add that to the fact that I found out last week that Apple had retroactively extended the warranties on iPods to a year, which meant that I could get my broken one repaired for $29.95 in shipping costs. Four days after notifying them that I needed repairs, I have a brand new replacement iPod.
And a friend told me about XNap, which has dramatically improved my ability to download music, enabling me to now have the new CD by Massive Attack and one I've been wanting for a while by the Norwegian band Frost.
All of the software I mentioned above is amazing. I'm in Apple heaven. C'mon you Windows users... Switch!. This cutie can inspire you.
Add that to the fact that I found out last week that Apple had retroactively extended the warranties on iPods to a year, which meant that I could get my broken one repaired for $29.95 in shipping costs. Four days after notifying them that I needed repairs, I have a brand new replacement iPod.
And a friend told me about XNap, which has dramatically improved my ability to download music, enabling me to now have the new CD by Massive Attack and one I've been wanting for a while by the Norwegian band Frost.
All of the software I mentioned above is amazing. I'm in Apple heaven. C'mon you Windows users... Switch!. This cutie can inspire you.
I've never thought of myself as someone who particularly liked musicals, but I really loved Moulin Rouge! last year. But still... I really didn't think I'd like Chicago very much because, well... it's a stereotypically gay kinda thing to like...
But...
I went to see it last nite with a friend... and Jesus Christ! It's wonderful. I've also never really thought much about Renee Zellweger as an actress. But, boy, I have to admit there's some serious talent in that little woman. She was phenomenal. If she doesn't get an Oscar nomination... well... she will... I could go see Chicago again... and that scares me.
I'm also really really wanting to see this movie now. I thought it looked good before seeing Chicago, but now I just gotta see it...
But...
I went to see it last nite with a friend... and Jesus Christ! It's wonderful. I've also never really thought much about Renee Zellweger as an actress. But, boy, I have to admit there's some serious talent in that little woman. She was phenomenal. If she doesn't get an Oscar nomination... well... she will... I could go see Chicago again... and that scares me.
I'm also really really wanting to see this movie now. I thought it looked good before seeing Chicago, but now I just gotta see it...
Sunday, January 19, 2003
So, today, I finally made a back up CD-rom of the 135 rare Saint Etienne songs that I have stored on my computer.
Obsessed, me?
Obsessed, me?
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
How the heck have I missed out on knowing about Happy Tree Friends? (link via the Poppy Z Brite phorum)
Thursday, January 02, 2003
Thursday, December 26, 2002
Wednesday, December 25, 2002
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
This is terribly sad. Stereolab has been one of my favorite bands for most of my adult life. They've been absolutely brilliant on every album they've ever done.
I'm sure that the band will go on, but one of my favorite things about their sound has always been the blending of the vocals of Laetitia Sadler and Mary Hansen. And now Mary's not gonna be there anymore...
:(
I'm sure that the band will go on, but one of my favorite things about their sound has always been the blending of the vocals of Laetitia Sadler and Mary Hansen. And now Mary's not gonna be there anymore...
:(
Sunday, December 08, 2002
Saturday, December 07, 2002
Miramax is foolishly not promoting the movie Equilibrium and didn't release it on very many screens across the country.
I saw the trailer on Apple's website a few days ago and thought it looked kinda keen. Then Aint It Cool News starting raving about how good it was. So, I went to see it today.
HOLY SHIT! Miramax is run by idiots. This movie totally fucking ROCKS. Christian Bale, dark dystopic future and amazing action. There are some of the best filmed action sequences I've ever seen in any movie. And it's a really intelligent film. And Christian Bale is about the hottest man on the entire planet. And there's a really cute puppy in it.
Seriously, before this movie disappears from the theaters, go see it!! NOW!!!
I saw the trailer on Apple's website a few days ago and thought it looked kinda keen. Then Aint It Cool News starting raving about how good it was. So, I went to see it today.
HOLY SHIT! Miramax is run by idiots. This movie totally fucking ROCKS. Christian Bale, dark dystopic future and amazing action. There are some of the best filmed action sequences I've ever seen in any movie. And it's a really intelligent film. And Christian Bale is about the hottest man on the entire planet. And there's a really cute puppy in it.
Seriously, before this movie disappears from the theaters, go see it!! NOW!!!
Friday, December 06, 2002
One should be careful what one wishes for...
I've been bitching because New Orleans doesn't (as far as I can tell) have any sort of electroclash nite at any bar. So... last nite, a friend of mine who manages a bar calls me out of the blue and offers me a job DJ'ing one. Um... I don't know how to be a DJ...
I've been bitching because New Orleans doesn't (as far as I can tell) have any sort of electroclash nite at any bar. So... last nite, a friend of mine who manages a bar calls me out of the blue and offers me a job DJ'ing one. Um... I don't know how to be a DJ...
Thursday, December 05, 2002
I have such disgust for the tactics and commercials of the Republican party in the current Louisiana Senate election, that I will NEVER in my life ever consider voting for ANY Republican candidate again.
And I hope Suzanne Haik-Terrell dies soon of a terrible lingering illness. Or manages to be impaled by a large piece of metal for several hours before she dies...
And I hope Suzanne Haik-Terrell dies soon of a terrible lingering illness. Or manages to be impaled by a large piece of metal for several hours before she dies...
Tuesday, December 03, 2002
It's about damned time... And I'm so very proud of the fact that one of my best friends, Brian, is one of the attornies working on the case.
Sunday, December 01, 2002
Friday, November 29, 2002
A bad moment is when you comment to the guy cutting your hair, "I toyed with the idea of getting a mohawk, but decided against it" and he then replies "well, you could kind of have a mohawk now" and you reply "god no, fauxhawks are dead" and then you look into the mirror and notice the guy cutting your hair's fauxhawk.
This extremely gay run on sentence brought to you by Drew.
This extremely gay run on sentence brought to you by Drew.
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Cuz I've barely blogged at all, I'll give ya something juicy...
One of these statements is a lie. Care to guess which?
1. I've recently slept with both partners in a couple. Neither of them know that I slept with the other.
2. I've had sex with more than three guys in one nite.
3. I've had sex in the bathroom at Oz.
4. I recently slept with one of my friend's boyfriends right after they bitterly broke up.
5. The only sexual contact I've ever had with a woman was a blowjob.
6. I've slept with my regular doctor.
7. I've had sex in the bathroom at Lafittes.
8. I once met a really hot guy in a bar who had me go to another bar and hit on his boyfriend so his boyfriend
would think a threeway was 'his' idea.
9. I've slept with three escorts who donated their services for free.
One of these statements is a lie. Care to guess which?
1. I've recently slept with both partners in a couple. Neither of them know that I slept with the other.
2. I've had sex with more than three guys in one nite.
3. I've had sex in the bathroom at Oz.
4. I recently slept with one of my friend's boyfriends right after they bitterly broke up.
5. The only sexual contact I've ever had with a woman was a blowjob.
6. I've slept with my regular doctor.
7. I've had sex in the bathroom at Lafittes.
8. I once met a really hot guy in a bar who had me go to another bar and hit on his boyfriend so his boyfriend
would think a threeway was 'his' idea.
9. I've slept with three escorts who donated their services for free.
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Thursday, November 14, 2002
As usual, I've ended a pleasant much needed vacation and gone back to work ready to be REALLY into my job and walked back into a hellstorm. I have vacation curse...
For now... I will tell him three answers...
1) yep
2) not anytime soon... but ya never know... maybe someday...
3) three... and god are my feet fierce... *sigh* the biggest impression I made was shoes, huh? :)
For now... I will tell him three answers...
1) yep
2) not anytime soon... but ya never know... maybe someday...
3) three... and god are my feet fierce... *sigh* the biggest impression I made was shoes, huh? :)
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
My blog is well named today... I am so on tender hooks...
I leave for San Francisco tomorrow morning at 6:25 am. So, no updates to this page until Tuesday the 12th, most likely. If I have access to a computer while I'm there, I may post an update or two before then though.
Anyways... back to packing and such...
I leave for San Francisco tomorrow morning at 6:25 am. So, no updates to this page until Tuesday the 12th, most likely. If I have access to a computer while I'm there, I may post an update or two before then though.
Anyways... back to packing and such...
Well, I did my civic duty today... I voted.
What about you? If not, get off your ass and be responsible.
What about you? If not, get off your ass and be responsible.
Monday, November 04, 2002
I spent today in Baton Rouge at the hospital visiting my father and mother. When I got there, my dad was gone to dialysis, so my mom and I sat in his room and talked for a while, until I convinced her to accompany me to the hospital cafeteria for lunch. Eventually, my dad came back to the room. He looked way better than he did a week ago. He's still a shell of the person he was a couple of months ago though. But, seeing him improved makes it a lot easier for me to go ahead and proceed with my previously scheduled vacation this week.
While I was there, a woman came by the room to start the process for my father's continued dialysis once he returns home. Once again, I found myself in one of those weird situations that growing older brings to you. My mom was presented with form after form to sign and I could tell that it was really upsetting here and she felt like she didn't really know what all she was signing. So, I dutifully grabbed the stack of papers and read through every one of them and assured her that she hadn't signed anything that she shouldn't have.
It's weird when you have to start caretaking your parents, even in small ways...
While I was there, a woman came by the room to start the process for my father's continued dialysis once he returns home. Once again, I found myself in one of those weird situations that growing older brings to you. My mom was presented with form after form to sign and I could tell that it was really upsetting here and she felt like she didn't really know what all she was signing. So, I dutifully grabbed the stack of papers and read through every one of them and assured her that she hadn't signed anything that she shouldn't have.
It's weird when you have to start caretaking your parents, even in small ways...
Sunday, November 03, 2002
I'm utterly and completey re-obsessed with my favorite band of all time... Saint Etienne... all over again. Some extremely kind soul has created a super secret ftp site of their rare and out of print tunes... and I can't stop downloading...
Soon, there shall be no song by them, produced by them, written by them or featuring even one member in any way that I don't have...
I scare me.
Soon, there shall be no song by them, produced by them, written by them or featuring even one member in any way that I don't have...
I scare me.
Saturday, November 02, 2002
So.. one day after bragging about not being sick anymore... the sinus infection I didn't know I had hit me full force... the last two days, I've at pondered doing the following things:
1. sticking a knitting needle into my ear
2. clawing my left eye out with my fingers
3. picking up a really sharp pencil and plunging it into my face right on my left cheekbone
However... I didn't think any of them would relieve the pressure...
Pray for me... I have to be on a plane in 5 days... this had SO better be done with by then, or you'll all hear me screaming as I fly over your cities...
1. sticking a knitting needle into my ear
2. clawing my left eye out with my fingers
3. picking up a really sharp pencil and plunging it into my face right on my left cheekbone
However... I didn't think any of them would relieve the pressure...
Pray for me... I have to be on a plane in 5 days... this had SO better be done with by then, or you'll all hear me screaming as I fly over your cities...
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Saturday, October 26, 2002
Two days into what was supposed to be five days off of work for me to enjoy the Halloween festivities going on this weekend in NO has so far consisted of two days of me being horribly ill with a virus of some sort. Two days solid of horrible headaches and an inability to stay hydrated.
And my father just got moved into Intensive Care...
And my father just got moved into Intensive Care...
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
An interesting thing has been happening this week... people keep using an adjective to describe me.
nice
"You're such a nice person."
"You're just one of the nicest guys I know."
It's interesing mostly because I think of myself as a relatively mean person... but I do try to be nice...
But, on that note... I do hold grudges. And I've had a really HUGE one against someone for a couple of years. Someone who made my life so uncomfortable that I had to make major changes in it to ensure my own personal happiness. Luckily, at just the right times avenues opened up that allowed me to stay on the path I had chosen.
For a long time, I've hoped that one day that person would get their due. But, it seemed like it would probably never happen.
But...
Through various grapevines and mysterious sources, I've found out that this person's world crumbled around them seriously this past week. His foundations were knocked from beneath him. The people surrounding him all turned against him in the moment that they could have saved him. His career has been permanently marked with the sort of thing from which it can never recover. His professional reputation is in tatters. He's become a bit of a laughingstock after years of extreme arrogance.
He's been brought lower than I ever could've dreamed.
And you should see the size of the smile on my face.
Still think I'm so nice?
nice
"You're such a nice person."
"You're just one of the nicest guys I know."
It's interesing mostly because I think of myself as a relatively mean person... but I do try to be nice...
But, on that note... I do hold grudges. And I've had a really HUGE one against someone for a couple of years. Someone who made my life so uncomfortable that I had to make major changes in it to ensure my own personal happiness. Luckily, at just the right times avenues opened up that allowed me to stay on the path I had chosen.
For a long time, I've hoped that one day that person would get their due. But, it seemed like it would probably never happen.
But...
Through various grapevines and mysterious sources, I've found out that this person's world crumbled around them seriously this past week. His foundations were knocked from beneath him. The people surrounding him all turned against him in the moment that they could have saved him. His career has been permanently marked with the sort of thing from which it can never recover. His professional reputation is in tatters. He's become a bit of a laughingstock after years of extreme arrogance.
He's been brought lower than I ever could've dreamed.
And you should see the size of the smile on my face.
Still think I'm so nice?
Saturday, October 19, 2002
Dustin Hoffman Syndrome noun: the state an aging male actor enters after achieving a level of fame which is proportionally greater than his level of talent; symptoms include chewing of scenery and stage, extremely loud delivery of lines, broad gestures.
see also Gene Hackman, Al Pacino, Nicholas Cage, Tom Hanks...
see also Gene Hackman, Al Pacino, Nicholas Cage, Tom Hanks...
Catch Me If You Can... if you'd told me that I'd wanna see a Steven Speilberg movie starring Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio, I'd have spit in your face... but... it kinda looks good...
NO NO NO!!!! Saint Etienne is playing San Francisco a week after I leave San Francisco... I gotta go break something...
Thursday, October 17, 2002
I had one of those rare moments in life tonight when you have a HUGE revelation.
My father is seriously ill. Seriously as in we don't know if he's going make it through the next few days. And I was sitting on my front steps pondering this and pondering life. Thinking about my father and my relationship with him, or lack thereof.
And something suddenly occurred to me that I've never realized in my life. Despite never feeling that close to my father or having an intimate relationship with him, I am, in many ways, the same person as my father.
So very much of who I am and how I interact with the world (and my close friends will understand what I mean) is exactly the same as my father's actions and interactions. And I've never realized this in my entire adult life.
hmmm...
My father is seriously ill. Seriously as in we don't know if he's going make it through the next few days. And I was sitting on my front steps pondering this and pondering life. Thinking about my father and my relationship with him, or lack thereof.
And something suddenly occurred to me that I've never realized in my life. Despite never feeling that close to my father or having an intimate relationship with him, I am, in many ways, the same person as my father.
So very much of who I am and how I interact with the world (and my close friends will understand what I mean) is exactly the same as my father's actions and interactions. And I've never realized this in my entire adult life.
hmmm...
I'm currently reading Donna Tartt's The Little Friend . I'm only a couple of chapters into it, but I'm already sure that this is going to be THE BOOK for this year.
It's been over ten years since Tartt published The Secret History, her first novel which catapaulted her to instant literary fame, and justifiably so. She's evidently spent a great portion of that time crafting this single novel and the attention to it shows on every page.
It's set in Mississippi during the same time period as my childhood, which evidently wasn't so different from Louisiana in the same time. The dialogue and characters are all extremely true.
Hopefully, the entirety of the novel will be just as good as what I've read so far... If so, we have a modern successor to Harper Lee and Carson McCullers on our hand.
It's been over ten years since Tartt published The Secret History, her first novel which catapaulted her to instant literary fame, and justifiably so. She's evidently spent a great portion of that time crafting this single novel and the attention to it shows on every page.
It's set in Mississippi during the same time period as my childhood, which evidently wasn't so different from Louisiana in the same time. The dialogue and characters are all extremely true.
Hopefully, the entirety of the novel will be just as good as what I've read so far... If so, we have a modern successor to Harper Lee and Carson McCullers on our hand.
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
just got back from seeing a sneak preview of The Ring.
it's the best horror movie i've seen in the last ten years. and that's all i'm gonna say...
it's the best horror movie i've seen in the last ten years. and that's all i'm gonna say...
Monday, October 14, 2002
Friday, October 11, 2002
Thursday, October 10, 2002
The clumsy twirler diaries is currently the only blog I'm really enjoying reading. I like life to be a bit blurry...
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
The sniper up East has upped the drama factor in his 'rampage.' Leaving a tarot card with the message, "Dear Policeman, I am God" on it brings this whole thing onto another level of future obsession for people.
Although, I think that The Hanged Man would've been a more appropriate choice than Death. Kinda sounds to me like he's going for the impact of the image of Death on the public as opposed to any sort of creepy literal mystical reading of the cards.
Although, I think that The Hanged Man would've been a more appropriate choice than Death. Kinda sounds to me like he's going for the impact of the image of Death on the public as opposed to any sort of creepy literal mystical reading of the cards.
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
and since someone i met recently who had read my blog commented that I seemed obsessed with music... here's what I've been listening to:
Beck Sea Change
Ladytron Light & Magic
St Etienne Finisterre
The Beck album is one I had no expectations for and no great desire to own... but... BUY THE FUCKING CD! It's amazing. It's hands down the Album of the Year. It's cry in your beer wonderfully somberly heartbreaking fanfuckingtastic. Seriously. I knew the guy was talented, but I never knew he had a CD like this in him. I honestly think this album is an instant classic. Five stars. Six even. An A+.
Reward yourself... please... buy this CD now...
Beck Sea Change
Ladytron Light & Magic
St Etienne Finisterre
The Beck album is one I had no expectations for and no great desire to own... but... BUY THE FUCKING CD! It's amazing. It's hands down the Album of the Year. It's cry in your beer wonderfully somberly heartbreaking fanfuckingtastic. Seriously. I knew the guy was talented, but I never knew he had a CD like this in him. I honestly think this album is an instant classic. Five stars. Six even. An A+.
Reward yourself... please... buy this CD now...
np: Air: Playground Love
there came a point for me when blogging wasn't so easy anymore...
i've always considered myself a bit of a moral relativist, and it would be a lie to say that i've had some great revelation that this isn't true... but...
i've always blogged a lot about my personal life. and i've been blogging for about 18 months now... and a lot of people that I come in contact with now seem to have come across my blog. and that makes writing about some things a bit more difficult for me.
it's hard to come home and write about a date when you know the person you spent the evening with may read it the next day, whether what you wrote was positive or negative. it's even more difficult when you're dating more than one person and you don't want those relationships to be colored by those people reading about themselves and the others...
anyways... i'm still sorting all that out... but i'm gonna try to make a return to this.
thanks much to the people who've emailed or stopped me to say that they missed me writing... i don't really know what's so great about all this for ya, but...
i'm back.... i think...
there came a point for me when blogging wasn't so easy anymore...
i've always considered myself a bit of a moral relativist, and it would be a lie to say that i've had some great revelation that this isn't true... but...
i've always blogged a lot about my personal life. and i've been blogging for about 18 months now... and a lot of people that I come in contact with now seem to have come across my blog. and that makes writing about some things a bit more difficult for me.
it's hard to come home and write about a date when you know the person you spent the evening with may read it the next day, whether what you wrote was positive or negative. it's even more difficult when you're dating more than one person and you don't want those relationships to be colored by those people reading about themselves and the others...
anyways... i'm still sorting all that out... but i'm gonna try to make a return to this.
thanks much to the people who've emailed or stopped me to say that they missed me writing... i don't really know what's so great about all this for ya, but...
i'm back.... i think...
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Thursday, September 12, 2002
Finisterre is now in my greedy little paws thanks to Jonathan, the best friend a boy could have... a boy who worships St Etienne especially...
but, no worry... I have a real copy preordered to be shipped the day it's released...
now, i have to go listen to it!!!
but, no worry... I have a real copy preordered to be shipped the day it's released...
now, i have to go listen to it!!!
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
Today is all about hugging my dog and telling her how much I love her.
One of the things I love most about my neighborhood is that it's very dog friendly. Probably a third of the people living in the Lower Garden District have dogs. We're a dog loving bunch.
My next door neighbor for the last two years has had a dalmation named Posey for nine years. Posey and I have always had a bit of a distant but genial relationship. Whenever I arrive home and she's outside, she always comes running to my car with her tail wagging and then darts away at the last second before I can pet her. It's like she's telling me that she knows I belong here and I'm part of her territory, but I don't really belong to her. I belong to another dog. Every once in a rare while, she'll actually come up to me when I'm sitting on the steps and sit next to me and let me stroke her back.
Her owner is a chef and he's been out of town, touring as the caterer for a very famous rock star. A couple of weeks ago, while he was out of town, Posey starting getting weak spells and passed out a couple of times. His girlfriend took her to the vet and got her onto medication and she's been a little better. Kent got back in town last week while the tour breaks for a couple of weeks. He's been nursing her along and she's been better but still really weak and the vet hasn't been sure what's exactly what's wrong with her.
Last nite, I had just finished washing my car when Kent got home. He let Posey out to run around a bit. She was doing her usual shy act with me. Then she started towards me on the steps, took two step and fell over in the grass in front of her house. I lept off the steps and ran to her while screaming for Kent. I stroked her head and she wagged her tail a bit while obviously struggling for breath. Kent came out and got her up and she seemed to perk back up pretty quickly. He told me he was a bit worried but that she was actually doing much better, but he would take her to the vet again this morning to have her checked out.
Around 10 AM this morning, I heard Kent drive up and then there was a knock at my door. I opened it to Kent standing outside and he simply said, "she passed away, man." He'd taken her to the vet and she'd passed out there again but revived. I'm not sure exactly what else went on at the vet's office, but Kent started home with her and she seemed okay. And then, while he was driving home, she had a seizure in his truck. And this time she didn't wake up.
We just stood on the porch for a couple minutes, both crying, uncomfortable as guys get when we cry.
I'm reallly glad that Kent and Posey got to spend her last week together. But, geez...
Now Keisha's just confused as to why I keep hugging her so tight.
One of the things I love most about my neighborhood is that it's very dog friendly. Probably a third of the people living in the Lower Garden District have dogs. We're a dog loving bunch.
My next door neighbor for the last two years has had a dalmation named Posey for nine years. Posey and I have always had a bit of a distant but genial relationship. Whenever I arrive home and she's outside, she always comes running to my car with her tail wagging and then darts away at the last second before I can pet her. It's like she's telling me that she knows I belong here and I'm part of her territory, but I don't really belong to her. I belong to another dog. Every once in a rare while, she'll actually come up to me when I'm sitting on the steps and sit next to me and let me stroke her back.
Her owner is a chef and he's been out of town, touring as the caterer for a very famous rock star. A couple of weeks ago, while he was out of town, Posey starting getting weak spells and passed out a couple of times. His girlfriend took her to the vet and got her onto medication and she's been a little better. Kent got back in town last week while the tour breaks for a couple of weeks. He's been nursing her along and she's been better but still really weak and the vet hasn't been sure what's exactly what's wrong with her.
Last nite, I had just finished washing my car when Kent got home. He let Posey out to run around a bit. She was doing her usual shy act with me. Then she started towards me on the steps, took two step and fell over in the grass in front of her house. I lept off the steps and ran to her while screaming for Kent. I stroked her head and she wagged her tail a bit while obviously struggling for breath. Kent came out and got her up and she seemed to perk back up pretty quickly. He told me he was a bit worried but that she was actually doing much better, but he would take her to the vet again this morning to have her checked out.
Around 10 AM this morning, I heard Kent drive up and then there was a knock at my door. I opened it to Kent standing outside and he simply said, "she passed away, man." He'd taken her to the vet and she'd passed out there again but revived. I'm not sure exactly what else went on at the vet's office, but Kent started home with her and she seemed okay. And then, while he was driving home, she had a seizure in his truck. And this time she didn't wake up.
We just stood on the porch for a couple minutes, both crying, uncomfortable as guys get when we cry.
I'm reallly glad that Kent and Posey got to spend her last week together. But, geez...
Now Keisha's just confused as to why I keep hugging her so tight.
Saturday, August 24, 2002
a crazy long cranky week at work has kept me from blogging... apologies...
And I don't really feel like continuing last weekend's saga at this point. Know simply that Clee was here until Tuesday and I'm pretty much smitten with him bigtime... we'll see what happens... he lives in San Francisco... so... we'll see...
Ok, one quick mention about last weekend... on Saturday we went to a birthday party for Flynn and Richard at the home of Richard & Jonno. Kick ass house, fun party. Richard has pics on his page, including one of me and someone he thinks is my boyfriend. Hmmm.
Nothing interesting has happened this week at all except for me realizing I spent too much money last week and putting myself on a budget. Well, except for the purchase of comic books and the new Battle of the Planets action figures. Mark is SOOO hot. The biggest package ever on an action figure, i think...
I'm finally off work tomorrow and intend to work on my tan at the Country Club all day.
But.. here's a random pic of Clee...
And I don't really feel like continuing last weekend's saga at this point. Know simply that Clee was here until Tuesday and I'm pretty much smitten with him bigtime... we'll see what happens... he lives in San Francisco... so... we'll see...
Ok, one quick mention about last weekend... on Saturday we went to a birthday party for Flynn and Richard at the home of Richard & Jonno. Kick ass house, fun party. Richard has pics on his page, including one of me and someone he thinks is my boyfriend. Hmmm.
Nothing interesting has happened this week at all except for me realizing I spent too much money last week and putting myself on a budget. Well, except for the purchase of comic books and the new Battle of the Planets action figures. Mark is SOOO hot. The biggest package ever on an action figure, i think...
I'm finally off work tomorrow and intend to work on my tan at the Country Club all day.
But.. here's a random pic of Clee...
Wednesday, August 21, 2002
I'm tired and grouchy and I had a really crappy day...
the people at work are gonna drive me over the edge one of these days...
so, no blog tonite...
but... Who's Dave? So, am I the hottie or did he send people to the wrong page? hey... lrtony.. let me know...
the people at work are gonna drive me over the edge one of these days...
so, no blog tonite...
but... Who's Dave? So, am I the hottie or did he send people to the wrong page? hey... lrtony.. let me know...
Tuesday, August 20, 2002
*sigh*
So, as I write... Clee should be safely back in San Francisco...
This past weekend was great. I went into it with knowing I was glad that Clee was coming back to visit but with a lot of trepidation over having a houseguest for 4+ days. I'm a solitary guy. I like my space. And I can get bitchy.
No space was needed. Clee is perfection to hang with. There can't be a more laid back guy on this planet. And Keisha likes him a lot. So, all was well. Better than well. All was pretty much damned near perfect.
A brief rundown of the weekend:
Thursday: I picked him up at the airport and, at his request, we went to Juan's Flying Burrito for dinner. Then we hit the Quarter for drinks and standing about at Lafittes, the Pub and Good Friends. I'm in love with the video screens at Lafittes. Everytime I go there I see a video that I fall in love with or that I've just never seen before. Thursday nite it was Sophie Ellis-Bextor's Get Over You, which is absolutely my favorite video right now, and Alcazar's Crying at the Discoteque, which is one mindfuck of a freaky video. Clee couldn't watch the Alcazar video.. evidently dancing animal headed people freak him out... Jonathan met us out at Lafittes. We ran into James at Good Friends for a bit and then headed over to the Pub, just in time for the end of the strip show.. ugh. And then dancing commenced... And then home and snuggly good sleep...
Up next... Friday... altho, in the meantime you can get a preview of Saturday here... make what you will of the little box that pops up over a certain picture... (ok.. don't make too much of it... Sturtle just makes assumptions...)
So, as I write... Clee should be safely back in San Francisco...
This past weekend was great. I went into it with knowing I was glad that Clee was coming back to visit but with a lot of trepidation over having a houseguest for 4+ days. I'm a solitary guy. I like my space. And I can get bitchy.
No space was needed. Clee is perfection to hang with. There can't be a more laid back guy on this planet. And Keisha likes him a lot. So, all was well. Better than well. All was pretty much damned near perfect.
A brief rundown of the weekend:
Thursday: I picked him up at the airport and, at his request, we went to Juan's Flying Burrito for dinner. Then we hit the Quarter for drinks and standing about at Lafittes, the Pub and Good Friends. I'm in love with the video screens at Lafittes. Everytime I go there I see a video that I fall in love with or that I've just never seen before. Thursday nite it was Sophie Ellis-Bextor's Get Over You, which is absolutely my favorite video right now, and Alcazar's Crying at the Discoteque, which is one mindfuck of a freaky video. Clee couldn't watch the Alcazar video.. evidently dancing animal headed people freak him out... Jonathan met us out at Lafittes. We ran into James at Good Friends for a bit and then headed over to the Pub, just in time for the end of the strip show.. ugh. And then dancing commenced... And then home and snuggly good sleep...
Up next... Friday... altho, in the meantime you can get a preview of Saturday here... make what you will of the little box that pops up over a certain picture... (ok.. don't make too much of it... Sturtle just makes assumptions...)
Saturday, August 17, 2002
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
18 hours and counting... I dunno if I'll be posting much at all over the weekend... someone is almost here...
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
Recently...
I made a detour on the way home from visiting the parents and met another blogger. Cute boy. Gotta love the awkward conversation when you meet an online friend in person for the first time...
I've been listening to this CD a LOT.
I betrayed a friend's confidence and feel crappy about it.
I've been smoking too much and drinking a lot less.
I've been reading this book.
I got a Google hit off of "ass kissing mania".
I made a detour on the way home from visiting the parents and met another blogger. Cute boy. Gotta love the awkward conversation when you meet an online friend in person for the first time...
I've been listening to this CD a LOT.
I betrayed a friend's confidence and feel crappy about it.
I've been smoking too much and drinking a lot less.
I've been reading this book.
I got a Google hit off of "ass kissing mania".
Sunday, August 11, 2002
Last Thursday, I blogged that I wouldn't mind running into Jonno again soon. And Thursday nite, someone grabbed me from behind at the Pub and guess who it was?
And James turned up just in time for Jonno and I to jointly yell at him for labeling us a winters on his sidebar.
Hmmph... winter...
Oh yeah, and Mr Jonno who has a floaty little bubble thing over my link on his page that says "needs to smile more" told me that he'd never seen me smile so much as that nite.
Confidence, baby...
And James turned up just in time for Jonno and I to jointly yell at him for labeling us a winters on his sidebar.
Hmmph... winter...
Oh yeah, and Mr Jonno who has a floaty little bubble thing over my link on his page that says "needs to smile more" told me that he'd never seen me smile so much as that nite.
Confidence, baby...
White Apples has a website!!!
And he's touring! Anyone up for a roadtrip to Austin on November 9th??
And he's touring! Anyone up for a roadtrip to Austin on November 9th??
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
(as revealed to Mark earlier tonite)
unknown Drew fact: i own over $200 worth of Japanese temple incense...
unknown Drew fact: i own over $200 worth of Japanese temple incense...
Ok... Jonno gets his link back on my sidebar cuz there's been some activity on his site... and he is the one who got me into this... and the one who (sort of) taught me html...
now if the bastard would just return one of my emails... i sorta miss hanging out with all that attitude...
now if the bastard would just return one of my emails... i sorta miss hanging out with all that attitude...
If you're not doing anything on Sunday August 18, 2002 from 1 to 4pm (and if you are, cancel), then you need to come by the Lesbian and Gay Community Center of New Orleans at 2114 Decatur for a reception for one of my favorite people. I promise that you'll love his paintings.
Seriously! I'm gonna be there! You should be too... c'mon...
Seriously! I'm gonna be there! You should be too... c'mon...
Monday, August 05, 2002
Jesus christ, life is good...
I was off work again today and it was a lovely amazing wonderful incredible fantastic amazing day leading into evening.
I woke up early, surfed a bit and then met a friend at the Country Club (the bar with the pool) around 11:30 am. We ordered food delivered poolside from Bywater BBQ and gnoshed down on some incredible fried shrimp poboys. And then I sat poolside with Denise and Beau for almost 7 hours. The weather was perfect, breezy and alternating between cloudy and sunny. It was a everso quickly passing afternoon of strawberry margaritas and observation. We people watched until our eyes hurt.
Then, Beau and I decided to head to the Quarter for the early evening Sunday festivities. We met up again at the Pub and pretty much immediately both met cute guys. He snagged an English hottie with tattoo sleeves. And I got chatted up by a cute latino guy. Cute latino guy was familiar with my blog and has asked that i refer to him as Joe the Latino (Spic Whore). So, um... there... Joe the Latino (Spic Whore) was a sweetheart of a guy. We had lots of nice conversation. And that's it. We'll see if we meet again.
Beau went home relatively early and I wandered down to Lafittes. I sat at the bar and watched retro 80s videos for a bit. While there, a friend of a friend sat across the bar from me and started flirting by mimicking my movements and singing to me. It suddenly occurred to me that he was cute. Hmmm. He left after a bit though. And then the guy I blogged about a while ago who I met out at Lafittes a while ago came wandering into the bar. He came over and apologized for not keeping in contact. He claims he's been out of the state. We'll see...
So, I leave Lafittes and wander back thru the Pub. I run into friend of a friend. We chat. He says he'll see me out next weekend when i say I have to go. I say I'm not going out next weekend. He firmly insists he'll see me out next weekend. Hmmm.
I leave the Pub and head to my car, it being around 11 pm now. I decide to pick up a book from my car and walk to Angeli for dinner before I head home. A bit later, I'm happily full of a Portabella mushroom sandwich. I get my car and head home, singing loudly along to Le Tigre and Sophie Ellis Bextor....
Now... a bath, lotion for my slight sunburn... and blissful sleep....
Life am good...
and, um...i think it's 9 days till someone gets here....
I was off work again today and it was a lovely amazing wonderful incredible fantastic amazing day leading into evening.
I woke up early, surfed a bit and then met a friend at the Country Club (the bar with the pool) around 11:30 am. We ordered food delivered poolside from Bywater BBQ and gnoshed down on some incredible fried shrimp poboys. And then I sat poolside with Denise and Beau for almost 7 hours. The weather was perfect, breezy and alternating between cloudy and sunny. It was a everso quickly passing afternoon of strawberry margaritas and observation. We people watched until our eyes hurt.
Then, Beau and I decided to head to the Quarter for the early evening Sunday festivities. We met up again at the Pub and pretty much immediately both met cute guys. He snagged an English hottie with tattoo sleeves. And I got chatted up by a cute latino guy. Cute latino guy was familiar with my blog and has asked that i refer to him as Joe the Latino (Spic Whore). So, um... there... Joe the Latino (Spic Whore) was a sweetheart of a guy. We had lots of nice conversation. And that's it. We'll see if we meet again.
Beau went home relatively early and I wandered down to Lafittes. I sat at the bar and watched retro 80s videos for a bit. While there, a friend of a friend sat across the bar from me and started flirting by mimicking my movements and singing to me. It suddenly occurred to me that he was cute. Hmmm. He left after a bit though. And then the guy I blogged about a while ago who I met out at Lafittes a while ago came wandering into the bar. He came over and apologized for not keeping in contact. He claims he's been out of the state. We'll see...
So, I leave Lafittes and wander back thru the Pub. I run into friend of a friend. We chat. He says he'll see me out next weekend when i say I have to go. I say I'm not going out next weekend. He firmly insists he'll see me out next weekend. Hmmm.
I leave the Pub and head to my car, it being around 11 pm now. I decide to pick up a book from my car and walk to Angeli for dinner before I head home. A bit later, I'm happily full of a Portabella mushroom sandwich. I get my car and head home, singing loudly along to Le Tigre and Sophie Ellis Bextor....
Now... a bath, lotion for my slight sunburn... and blissful sleep....
Life am good...
and, um...i think it's 9 days till someone gets here....
Sunday, August 04, 2002
Saturday, August 03, 2002
Confidence.
It's an odd thing. It's a make or break state of being. When you lack it, you're truly screwed. Having it means everything.
Lately, I seem to have it in spades. I'm not sure why exactly, but I've entered into a state of calmness whenever I'm out and about or dealing with boys. I've been flirting like crazy when we go out to bars. Eye contact across the bar, flitting smiles, etc etc. And then I just don't really care if they come over or not. I've entered a zen happy to be me phase. I'm okay with my imperfect body, my (slightly above) average looks and slightly witty and sly personality.
Jonathan and I have gone out to the Quarter the last 3 nites and I've been had an absolute blast each nite. I've been offered phone numbers, i've been pinched in a few places, there were attempted gropings and lots of lots of smiles. And I just floated through it all with a smile on my face. And rejected them all left and right.
I'm hoping this state lasts for a bit. I like it.
I'm thinking it may have something to do with someone's impending visit.
It's an odd thing. It's a make or break state of being. When you lack it, you're truly screwed. Having it means everything.
Lately, I seem to have it in spades. I'm not sure why exactly, but I've entered into a state of calmness whenever I'm out and about or dealing with boys. I've been flirting like crazy when we go out to bars. Eye contact across the bar, flitting smiles, etc etc. And then I just don't really care if they come over or not. I've entered a zen happy to be me phase. I'm okay with my imperfect body, my (slightly above
Jonathan and I have gone out to the Quarter the last 3 nites and I've been had an absolute blast each nite. I've been offered phone numbers, i've been pinched in a few places, there were attempted gropings and lots of lots of smiles. And I just floated through it all with a smile on my face. And rejected them all left and right.
I'm hoping this state lasts for a bit. I like it.
I'm thinking it may have something to do with someone's impending visit.
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