rut

So I've been in a rut lately... Not sure why, but its lasted quite a while and although this week seems to be a bit better, I don't know how or when to pull myself out. So just two quotes from one of my favorite movies that demonstrate my ruttness. The movie is Broken Hearts Club.

Quote One: (Patrick to his sister). What's to talk about? Gay men in LA are a bunch of tens looking for an eleven. On a good night and if the other guy is drunk enough, I'm a six.

Quote Two: (Patrick to Jack) When I watch them it feels so strange. It's like I'm not even a part of it. They're all so much more attractive than I am.

Jack: Patrick...

Patrick: No. You know what. I don't mind really. I don't. I kind of like being attractive by association. It's the closest I've ever gotten to feeling beautiful...

Jack: Everybody can't be the same Patrick. Everybody can't be straight. Everybody can't be beautiful. Some people are just gay and average... We're the strongest I think.

A three alarmer

Last Thursday at 10:30, while I was chatting online with a friend and organizing some music on Itunes, the fire alarm goes off. Since I figured it was just an alarm, which happens from time to time in my building. I grab my wallet, cell phone, and keys and track downstairs in my pjs. As usual, a fire truck pulls up and about three firemen get out in t-shirts and regular pants, go into the building and then come out and we can all go inside again....right? no. This time they come out of the building and begin to put on their gear. Uh oh, I said to Bernie and Sara, that can't be good. Then shortly afterwards, a second and third fire truck comes. Slightly worried, I kept looking for some smoke. None. And yet more firetrucks came. I believe at the end of it all, there were 5 or 6.

And then while this was all going on, people remained in the building, looking out at the mass of people. Now I can understand staying put when its just the one firetruck because its most likely a drill, but when five trucks come and park in front of the building, why would you not leave at that point???? Seriously... I was like fine let them jump when the building catches on fire, i ain't gonna catch someone because they were stupid.

Then about an hour later, they tell everyone but the 5th floor (MY FLOOR) that they can go back in. So now I'm panicking thinking that everything I own has been destroyed and I without renters insurance am pretty screwed. But they eventually tell us that there is no damage but we can't go back home for another 2 hours, while the arson squad does there thing. They detemind it was probably a cigarette thrown in with the garbage in our trash room. But the whole floor smells like smoke now :(

But I do now have renters insurance.

the Fishbone- Etchechury wedding

So I have been remiss lately. I went to a wedding in Boston and completely didn't review it.... in fact I didn't talk at all about my Boston trip.. so here goes.

I fly into Boston the morning of August 4th with an uneventful flight to Boston, which is a beautiful city. I spent the day relaxing after getting there and to be honest, I love the Sheraton. Since I'm a preferred member, I got boosted up to like floor 28, which was about as high as the special bridal suite :)

While I was there I walked around the city.. saw downtown, saw the Fens (where a very cute guy cruised me, however since the Fens is known as a park where public sex often happens after dark, I decided not to venture a conversation. I saw Fenway PArk. I bused up to Cambridge and walked back. All in all, I now feel as if I've done Boston and probably won't go back for a while.

BUt the wedding: gets two thumbs up. In short, it was a short wedding with plenty of entertainment. The location was phenomenal... the state room, which is like floor 38 or so right near the river and had tons of windows. IT was breathtaking. THe wedding was quick, which was good b/c people get antsy when its a long service you have to sit still for.

Highlights: Seal and Bernadette Peters (or their lookalikes) were in the band... and one of the bride's family dressed and had a vague resemblance to an early Liza. Some gawdy woman came 20 minutes late to the wedding with her unattractive husband and fat son. She wore some coat that looked like a dalmatian made it, stilettos, stalkings and a hookers mini-skirt and no bra. Then she stood in the back because there weren't enough chairs together for her family to sit right next to each other (that's what happens when you're late to a wedding). Then she kept complaining that no one was moving in to let them sit down (that's right, we got there early, so we get choice seats). Also mind you she didnt ever ask anyone to move in. She just was really loud (in addition to her loud outfit) about how its just unthinkable that no one else would move. So then her husband goes into the rows with an empty chair and takes them so they can create their own row... OMG... Aunt Lisa had this classic shocked look of "what are the inbred cousins doing now."

A good night though. I am getting film developed so I might post a few pics in the upcoming days of Boston... I am not trashy enough to take my own pictures at a wedding.

with friends like these...

You know, I consider myself to be a good friend to my friends, always there when they need me, go out of my way, you know the typical stuff. And I do tend to be more forgiving of ill-treatment. But I do have a small group of friends who are trying my patience right now. They've done nothing but stab me in the back, treat me like crap, and act like I'm the bad guy over all the stuff in their lives. Well I'm fed up. Maybe its time to start phasing those friends out. I've done it before and I'll do it again I'm sure. Maybe they should just keep their lives to themselves if they're just going to turn around and act like I'm an asshole for being there for them.

They know who they are...

For my readers: Sorry for the rant, but sometimes its needed.

Why is Helen Thomas stalking me?

Part of why I love DC is it has the east coast ability (other than NEw York sort of) to play find all the famous people you can. The catch though is no one knows the famous people in DC because they're all politicians of some kind and other than a very very few select individuals no one really cares about them. And those who are those select few are called lobbyists or hill staffers. But in either case, I usually run into one of these "celebrities" every two to three months. But in a span of two days, I've seen Helen Thomas twice. TWICE! The first at Baha Fresh at I and 20th and she was shoveling away like there was no tomorrow. To be honest she could've used a bib. Not that I'm one to judge a messy eater, but wow. The second was yesterday evening when I was headed home after a meeting and she comes barreling out of some building near K and 19th and started to cross the street. Now its just eerie. Someone once told me that if you run into someone a lot its fate's way of letting you know they have something to teach me. So what is it Helen, hurry it up because you kind of creep me out.

a new blog friend

I am also very excited to say that someone other than Archie has posted on my web page. Not that Archie's not great, but its nice to see my name is circulating a little bit:) So check out my new blog friend's blog in my sidebar... Subway State.

The curse is broken!!!!

So its only taken 8 years since my first election to support my first winning candidate. With Ned Lamonts victory this past Tuesday over Joe Lieberman, I can say I support a winner :)

And I will miss Cynthia McKinney too.

The Gym

I am not going to claim that I am a gym expert by any means. When I first started going to the YMCA in Florida, I went to the one that all the retirees went to so I could work out next to an old woman and after she did the treadmill for 5 minutes on speed of .3, it still told her good job. BUt in response to one of my acquaintances getting a mention in the express in his comment about Bally Total Fitness, I felt the need to impart my observations.

The funniest workout I've ever had was when I was doing my elliptical because that's what anorexic blonde girls do for exercise and this guy (middle aged) comes out in full workout gear, knee high socks, headband and such. He sits down on the bike and proceeds to eat 4 or 5 twinkies, a bag of chips, and drank a two litre of soda. All I could think is you're not doing enough cardio to burn that off.

Another hilarious moment was a couple of weeks ago, on craigslist, someone posted about one of the guys at my gym, who walks around with his shirt pulled up like its a training bra and shows his abs. The particular poster said something like "its great that you have a six pack, but shirts are made longer than that for a reason." I about fell over laughing since she said what I think every time I see him.

While gyms are huge cruising grounds, especially for the gays, there is a completely creepy, trollish element that exists. I can think of three or four guys at my particular gym who considers workouts being 1. enter gym. 2. go to sauna/ steam room 3. go to shower and leer at the younger, fitter, more attractive clientele 4. repeat steps 2 and 3. After a few hours they claim they had a good workout and left.... Since when does trolling and making people feel uncomfortable constitute a workout? The fat rolls that exude over their pants or why they have to hold their towels in place as they walk around might go down if they left the locker room and experienced a little cardio. Really, is it so hard to expect that people who go to a gym actually use the facilities. In fact, I think maybe they should be required to go to separate gyms than attractive people like myself. Is that too much to ask?

PS. Thanks to DCGaysofOurLives for the inspiration for this entry.