I’ve got the podcast setup so now what do I do? I haven’t really decided yet how I plan to go about it. Should I only podcast conversations I think relevant or should I podcast my regular blog entries for that extra ummph that is Moby? Shit, I dunno.
For now, I think I’ll randomly do audio for posts from home. But don’t hold me to it.
So here are a few photos. I don’t have any of Pride yet. I took my camera and forgot to take pics. I was sorta busy anyway.
Here is the Vallejo/SF ferry. I know, glam right?
Here is a pic of the returning ferry. I’m really impressed w/the camera. This pic was taken w/the my ferry at full speed. No blur at all.
Feed Me Seymoure! I’m being attacked by some bush that Bobby has taken a liken too. We drove half way across Vallejo just for this shot. JOY!
I had a pic of Bobby but I guess he didn’t like it as it is mysteriously missing from the camara. That’s ok, I’ll post this one instead.
Here he is doing his Jane Fonda at the park.
I had a meeting w/a fellow blogger this past weekend and WOW! Well, I say blogger but that is not really the case. He is a member of Tribe and we first met online there. I dont think he blogs per say. Anyway, he was here on business and we decided to meet. Not only is he incredibly handsome but smart too.
Long story cut short, we spent several days of quality time together talking and getting to know one another. I find myself entertaining daydreams of what could be. I could go on and on about the possibilities. Yeah yeah, I’m a dreamer but I’m a realist as well. Sometimes in life, you have encounters where you know so much more is possible if only If only what? If only he was single. If only he didnt live 3 states away. If only things were different. If only. Suffice it to say, I have a renewed faith in my ability to feel and desire.
I am grateful for our chance encounter. Who knows what the future holds. Hope springs eternal!
Pride weekend has come and gone. Im usually in the parade but I didnt really feel like it this year. Instead, I helped setup the BCC booth. The guys did a great job of selling the calendar and worked well all day together. (pictures later) The day was overcast and hella chilly. I spent as much time trying to keep warm as I did pushing the calendar. (And w/o a shirt on it was pretty damn hard.) I have a crush on one of the guys. He at least helped keep me warm w/a kiss every now and then. I did get quite a few compliments myself and several guys kept asking which month I was on. While Im happy w/my physique, I dont see myself as calendar material. Besides, Ive realized I prefer being behind the scenes doing things that make it look easy for everyone else. Hello! Im an Aquarian, its what we do.
Speaking of kissing, Mostovic made an appearance as well. He brought his cute little dog Huntien (spelling? Its German). Mostovic was in very good spirits. I think mainly because he recently signed a lease on a new apartment. Ill probably swing by next weekend to check it out. Its a tad further out than what he wanted but he really seems to like it. Time will tell I guess. Course, now because of the distance he might need to purchase a scooter.
At present moment, Im off to Valla-crack, aka Vallejo, to visit Bobby and fix his computer. All I can say is thank God he is pretty. You know he is a friend if Im willing to travel all the way to freakin Vallejo. Vallejo is an hours ride by ferry or road. I dont think it has any call to fame other than it is right off a freeway. I think it was just a small town that got lucky. Occasionally, I have to talk to their dispatchers and they are rude as hell. No love loss there.
In a testament to technology, I had a wifi connection way out in the middle of nowhere on the water. Albeit, for a brief shining moment and then poof! It was gone. I was hoping the ferries were wired for wifi but no such luck. *sniffle* I will welcome the day when wifi is so prevalent that you cant walk/ride/fly anywhere and still have a connection. Who am I kidding, Id stay wired in 24/7 if I could. (If you didnt think I was a geek before, that just confirmed it.)
Would ya look at the time! An hour has flown by and the ferry is about to dock. Well bitches (and I say that with the deepest love), Im off for now. More on my tribulations later.
As friends do, Bobby often teases me about my behavior. Never being the shy type, I often flirt openly w/handsome men. Doesn’t really matter where. (Well w/some exception but you get the point) I used to have a saying when I saw a hot guy, “ooooh, Hey Boy!” He has never let me live it down either. So now everytime we are together and I remark on someone rather stunning, he blurts it out ‘oooh, hey boy!’ Cracks me up every time. Today, on the way into the Castro I’m having a “oooh, hey boy!” moment when I lay eyes on a tranny coming home from a hard days work. She instantly reminded me of a character from Mad TV and I burst into hysterical laughter. The train was completely packed and I got more than a few glances from people. (Not that I’d ever care.) I couldn’t stop laughing. The irony of it was I think the tranny knew exactly what I was laughing about. She had a big smile on her face and made a motion from the character as she departed the train. I forget the name of the character but she is the blond one and in the skit she always has two high ponytails on the top front of her head and she randomly reaches and pulls on them while making a sort of screeching noise and describing some horrific moment in her tragic life. Of course, this sent me into barrels of laughter all over again. By the time I had myself under control again, the hottie had departed.
It made my evening.
I finally got around to booking my trip home. I’m headed home to ole Texas for one of my best friend’s birthday in mid July. The sassy one is turning 39 (I think). I missed last years as the ex had just started getting sick. This year, I planned ahead and got the time off so I can swing on down for quick ‘how do’ to the friends and family. The sassy one is headed up to Oklahoma the following weekend so I cut my trip short to accommodate his schedule. (Ok, the real reason is I can extend my Fort Lauderdale trip in November). shhhh!
Yes, I’ll be making a pilgrimage to see what is left of the clan. With the passing of my father, it’s just us siblings. Truthfully, I feel more connected to them than I have in a long time. That has to be way fu*ked up but nobody ever accused me of being normal. Anyway, after the birthday bash, I’m visiting the family to keep up my end of things. Oddly enough, I’m excited about going home. Not because it is Texas but mainly just to get away. I’ve been too cooped up in SF lately and it is time to get out of town. Even if it is just for a long weekend. I was hoping to swing by and visit the Texan, but he seems to have dropped off the face of blogging so that ain’t gonna happen. 🙁 So much for my blogger convention.
I’m on vacation starting Saturday. I was gonna fly home but instead I got a last minute deal on airfare so I’m off to Chicago to visit another friend.
Details as they come in….
Other than my overtime on Saturday, the weekend was nice. Bobby came down from Vallejo to hang w/moi. He has been bugging me to go to the Watergarden in San Jose. I finally relented. I figured worst case scenario I could lay out and get some sun on the buns. Their only call to fame is the nice patio. Course, it ain’t that nice for the price. And as it turned out, Bobby didn’t have a good time and was sourly disappointed. I on the other hand had a decent time and managed to get some sun as well.
I was a bit bummed I didn’t catch the opening of Batman Begins. However, I’ll probably catch it this weekend. Anyone else in my crew that didn’t see it, drop me a line.
Work is a pain. Our numbers are so low people are getting mandatoried almost daily now. Pray nothing happens here as we are not staffed to handle it if it does. I work enough voluntary overtime to avoid mandatory usually but it continues to get worse.
I’m behind on my blogroll. I’m been rolling thru today trying to catch up. So much going on lately everywhere it seems. Is it because today is the first day of summer? dunno.
Where does one draw the line between ignorance and arrogance? An issue has sort of been simmering in the back of my mind lately. I rarely blog about the ex anymore. Mainly, because I see no reason to go on and on about him when our lives are going separate directions. That said, this blog entry is more for me than anyone else.
The ex and I separated back in November 04. He had a house in another city which he decided to sell. The house sold a month ago. To date, he hasn’t offered me a single dime. He made over a 100k in profit. Do I think I deserve something? You betcha!
Flashback to a few years prior. The ex and I live apart for almost 2 years. During that 2 years, I helped him repair, repaint (inside and out), and redo basically every aspect of the house. Granted he did more than I but it is his house and he was living there. I was still living here. I commuted twice a month there and he here. We spent most of my time there working on the house. June of 03 we decided to move in together. He moved here and we got a place together. I agreed to pickup the rent and most of the expenses while he looked for work. He then became abruptly sick from a digestive problem. I won’t go into details but he was very sick for 6 months. Obviously, I took care of him and was glad to do it. He recovered. At this point, he made no efforts to find work. I continued to pay 90% of the expenses. A year later, things get ugly and we go our separate ways. I supported us for a year and half paying 90% of the communal bills, rent, etc and I get a couch, two end tables and a bed frame. Not really a balanced match if you ask me.
In our conversations, he knew I expected some sort of compensation for all my losses in the deal. Granted, I didn’t do it because I expected something in return. I was happy to do it out of love for him. I guess my error in judgement is that I assumed he would have enough decency and respect for me to make amends for the financial/mental abuse he put me thru. I’m learning this is just not the case. Even now, he is still bound to me on several levels that benefit him. So, I am beginning to ask myself, where does ignorance end and arrogance begin?
I have done right by him thru the whole ordeal. Granted I had some harsh things to say in the beginning. I’ll admit, it does gives me a small amount of joy that it annoys him when I post stuff about him here. I think because he is ashamed and doesn’t want others to know. But even when I do post about him, my comments are about my issues. My pain, anguish, disappointment, etc. I never attack him. The same cannot be said of him. The sad truth is even after everything, I still love him. I can’t turn those feelings off. I’ve moved on but my heart hasn’t forgotten.
Now I’m faced w/a choice of what to do. Do I continue being his friend even though he continues to disrespect me? Do I make a verbal attack on him and try to make him feel as bad as I do? Or do I just end the friendship and move on w/my life?
Ok, so here are the pics I promised.
#1 Kitten on the Keys doing a quck “kitty pose” for the camera.
#2 Here is Kitton on the Keys BEFORE the wardrobe malfunction. (Janet is furious!)
#3 OH, here is that “guitar player” I mentioned…..*how did that get in there*
#4 PepperSpray in full glam doing IT!
If you look just inside the bent arm of the Lead Singer in Stripes, you can see my mug poking out. I was helping w/the sound stage.
#5 Last but not least, me forcing a smile after a LONG day.
This past Saturday I spent my time volunteering for the BCC Meet & Greet. (Pictures forthcoming) Minus the blister from tying balloons, it was a great time. The committee is much more organized this year and it is really beginning to show. The day went off w/o a hitch and we raised a sizeable amount of money to boot.
The Meet & Greet serves to officially introduce the incoming year of guys to the public. The day started w/Kitton on the Keys! A sort of burlesque meets vaudville entertainer. Funny as all hell! She was my favorite part of the whole day. Kitten honey, if you are out there, I LOVE YOU!
Pepperspray was in attendance as well and turned out a spectacular performance. I’m not a big fan of drag/glam bands but they were pretty damn good. To my surprise, I discovered I’ve already been “aquainted” w/one of the guitar players. He really is multi-talented. Who knew?! Anyway, I guess there is sort of a scandal surrounding Pepperspray beyond my indiscretions. One of the singers (in drag), also does porn. Apparently, he is really good at that too. Even decked out in face, it’s obvious when you see them in person which one he is. Not being really up on most porn these days, I haven’t the foggiest idea who he is ‘in the biz’. However, as fab looking as she was, under all that glam lurked a MAN. There was also a snake charmer performance. I thought it kind of lame. Eveyone else was oooh’ing and aaaaah’ing over it. I guess growing up on a farm w/tons of snakes as a norm, I was expecting more.
Afterwards, Mostovic, myself, Tyrone and his trick, oh I mean date, adjourned to Harveys in the Castro for a late meal. (Ok, I’m feeling caddy today, sue me!)
My food is here…more later.