I have a new Tumblr site that is the sister site to this one. It's called NARCISSISM 201 and you can see it by clicking here.
After working on this for the past 2 days, I'm putting up a test run of my website for your consideration. Remember, this is a test, it is only a test. Just wanna get feedback before I start REALLY getting the whole thing off the ground.
Methinks it's important to have a main website that I can do all my shenanigans from, so I am building aaronelvis.com today that will include my skills as an actor (resume, acting reel, voice-over reel), DJ (resume, schedule, downloads, pics), and blogger (what you're reading right now.
Will let you know when it's live.
First, I have to apologize to you, my precious blog, for ignoring you and treating you with general disregard. It wasn't you - it was me.
The truth is I was feeling smothered and decided I had to get out and see what else was out there. I'm sure you're angry with me and I would be too. But I'd like to make it up to you by first giving you the truth, as you deserve it.
During this quiet time apart I found 2 people who piqued my interest, but were ultimately not you. More on that later.
I think you may know the first...his name is Facebook and he's young, but unfortunately very complicated. He took up almost all of my time and didn't give me a moment to catch my breath. Yes, he's popular, but who needs that, right? One-on-one time doesn't come easily for popular people...
The other you probably don't know - or maybe you do. His name's Twitter...? He's just a simple guy who's fascinating, but in the long run didn't keep my attention for more than 30 seconds. We never hooked up or did anything more than flirt.
I do hope that you take me back, as I realized what a mistake I've made and just how in love with you I really am. Sometimes we need to lose the things we love the most in order to appreciated them more and I want you to know that you're the one for me. If I lose you, I will hate myself for hurting you and pushing you away.
I understand if you need some time to think about all of this and I'll be here when you want to talk or yell or whatever.
P.S. Here's a little Vanessa Williams for you...
Those of you who know me well know that I love ice cream. Love. It. Can't really tell you my favorite flavor as it changes often, but I can say that my top two are mint chocolate chip, and rocky road.
Tonight I tried a new flavor that kinda rocks. It's called Cake Batter from Ben & Jerry's. This rockin' new flavor consists of yellow cake batter ice cream with a chocolate frosting swirl - kinda like having cake and ice cream all in one place. Oh, and it was created to celebrate their 30th Birthday. And I liked it - I laaaaahhhked it.
Was supposed to write every day while I was gone, but that didn't work out so well...
Basically I had a great time with my amazing family. We crammed a LOT into 5 days (including food down our throats) and I also got to see my friend Steve - with a surprise Keith Cokes sighting. Totes fun.
My bad. Would like to say it won't happen again, but we both know that aint true.
DAYS LEFT IN OFFICE: 20 (/20)
2008 was a great year for me. Much happened, much was done, and much was said. Sadly, the last month was not the best way to end, but we press on.
2009 is already off to a good start and there's still 5 more days left til it begins. "Positive Outlooks Create Positive Outcomes" is my new mantra.
DAYS LEFT IN OFFICE: 24 (601)
5 years ago today I wrote my first blog entry on this, my first site: http://www.narcissism101.blogspot.com/. (Actually it was yesterday, but let's pretend, shall we?)
The entry is gone as there are NO archives, but you can read it here by scrolling all the way down. Not very interesting, I know, but what's changed...?
DAYS LEFT IN OFFICE: 314
This very long year for me saw many changes (new jobs, breaking up with the bofriend, the loss of an uncle, the loss a good friend, getting a new roomie), travel (New Orleans, Chicago, Toronto, Montreal, Baltimore, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Milan, Buccine and Washington D.C.) and a general taking-good-care-of-myself (mentally, at least).
The new year, I hope, will bring about even MORE travel, scaling down on the number of jobs I have, and the start of taking-care-of-myself physically.
I best eat a heapin' helpin' of black eyed peas tomorrow...
DAYS LEFT IN OFFICE: 385
I am just a mere boutique blog. Nothing more. I started writing this blog on March 11, 2003 and have shared my thoughts, hopes, dreams and desires sometimes written daily, sometimes weekly. Knowing full well that I was putting these entries out into the "worldwide inter-web" to be viewed by anyone who came across them, I never expected a large number of people to read daily.
That being said, I wanted to mark a milestone on this site which is that it's hit the 500,000 mark. It's taken me 4-and-a-half years, but it's happened nonetheless.
I realize that Perez Hilton gets that number the first 3 hours of each day, but who the hell wants to be Perez Hilton?
Oh, and you can also change, if you wanna, your link to this site as it can be accessible through www.aaronelvis.com. 2 links to one narcissistic site.
DAYS LEFT IN OFFICE: 484
I've updated my site a little bit and the new layout has updated link titles:
* TOP TEN SITES - these are the top 10 sites I click on daily. They're also in alphabetical order.
* PRO SITES - these are sites that read like magazines rather than a personal blog.
* PERSONAL SITES - these blogs have peoples personal stories and opinions and are...well...personal.
All of these links are now on the right side of my blog >>>>. Visit them often.
DAYS LEFT IN OFFICE: 719
It was just a matter of time before my favorite retired showgirl got her own blog. Yes, Carlotta Wellngton has gotten her own blog site and it's over at D-List.com. It called L.V.S.R.C.F.R.S.O.L.V. (short for the Las Vegas Showgirls Retirement Community For Retired Showgirls of Las Vegas) If you don't know who she is, you can click here or here to listen to her on D-List Radio.
My boy (and fellow DJ) Jon-Jon Battles has started a blog. Jon-Jon is your quintessential downtown DJ and has a great taste in music (work the show tunes, bitch!) and I adore him.
Go visit, read what he's up to, and give him love.
Last night I spun a party for the release of a new book called fotolog.book which was held in Soho at Housing Works Books & Cafe and got to meet some members of the "Gay Blogging Mafia": Trent (Pink Is The New Blog), David (Jossip), and Andy Towle (towleroad). I must say I'm a HUGE fan of all 3 sites and it was totally groovy to meet them all in one fell swoop.
And MANY thanks to my friend/fellow blogger Patrick Kowalczyck (patmix) and his lovely assistant Gita for thinking of me for the event...
LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN:
Wanna get a FREE 60gb iPod? Click here and sign up for something that actually works -- it's no scam. A new friend of mine has gotten 5 different iPods, an XBox, 27" flat screen TV... All you have to do is click on this link and complete one of the offers (which can run you anywhere from free to about $10 -- I signed up to play Bingo). As soon as I recieve mine I'll post a pic of the darn thang to prove it.
How 'bout a FREE Black Razr? Why not see which works better.
UPDATE: Alright, I have 5 people who have completed the offers and need many more and I'm telling you, bitches, it's NOT a scam... Tee-Rust me.
Methinks that autumn in New York makes me very happy to be alive. The air is crisp and cool; the trees are changing colors from green to yellow, orange, and red; the people you pass on the street have the beginnings of rose color in their cheeks. Some of those same people have already begun their holiday shopping, be it for Thanksgiving or Chrismukkah and you can feel their senses of urgency.
It makes me wanna stop into Starbuck's and drink a delicious caramel hot apple cider and burn the shit outta my mother-flippin' tongue. Like I do every time I drink one. And yet I still get them.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Off to Faggot Island for a few days. Daddy needs to recharge his battery with the help of the 12 others that'll be in the house... And by that I mean 12 face I can't wait to be with (no sarcasm in any of this...I'm being serious).
I'm gonna relax and read and drink (heavily -- Tara Reid-style, even) and listen to battling iPods throught the next 3 days.
C U Next Tuesday.
I am tired.
Tired of having no money. Tired of having low paying jobs. Tired of going to sleep when most are in the final stages of it. Tired of not having benefits. Tired of having to scrape money together for bills. Tired of wearing the same clothes and not being able to buy new ones. Tired of my social anxiety. Tired of my failing hairline, my weight, and the upkeep of my body hair (see: manscaping). Tired of the same food Shep and I order week after week. Tired of crappy summer television. Tired of having to constantly fix Microsoft's Windows on my computer. Tired of not having a Mac. Tired of not having my own dog and projecting onto someone else's. Tired of the same crappy songs I keep playing over and over and over and over and over and over. Tired of The Pussycat Dolls, dammit.
What I'm not tired of (which started to be the case) is writing. So that's what I'm gonna do to wake my brain up from the sleep it's in.
UPDATE: Thanks to those who commented on my one man pity-party. I assure you I am fine and am just voicing my honest feelings, as sad as they may seem. I could have all those things if I applied myself more (except the summer TV programming -- that's in Hollywood's hands). And, Nate, it's got nothing to do with living in NYC -- those feelings could happen anywhere. If you really want to live here, make sure come for a specific reason and pursue that to the Nth degree. I assure you it will be very rewarding. In fact this city is what keeps me going and not giving up entirely. Just don't move here withouth a plan -- you'll be swallowed whole if you think it's just gonna be fun. That being said, get your butt up here!
I have pink eye and I look like a friggin' pirate right now. In fact I am typing with only one eye open and am making typos left and right. Medicine is to be picked up today and hopefully my little ailment will be cleared up by Friday when Shep and I fly to LA for our 4th of July weekend...
Otherwise I'll be watching Stephanie singing in 2-D. Not cute.
And yes, I had a really fun Pride with all my friends -- spinning Pavilion was alotta fun on Friday and not leaving all those whom I love's sides for 72 hours was perfect.
UPDATE: The pink eye is actually worse today and found out from my doctor's visit that it's a "summer virus" that I caught that should go away in 7-10 days. And I have to put hot compresses on my eye and use 2 different medicines. FUN!
After a very hectic week, I am off to Fire Island to
relax work for two days at The Pavilion on Friday and The Tides on Saturday night. We are all coming back Sunday to celebrate our gayness with thousands of our closest friends...
I wanted to thank all those who wished me a happy birthday yesterday either by phone, text or e-mail and those who stopped by Earl's Weiner Shack last night. It was a fun-filled night of drinks and debauchery which won't soon be forgotten, and lemme tell y'all: I am feeling it today.
Marylou and James Leroy welcome their son Aaron James into the world.
Sometime in '72. Somewhere in Southern California. Time unknown.
Playing dress-up begins.
And continues until this very day.
Fierce pants? Check. Ugly shirt? Check. Matchng accessories? Check. Check.
And, no, that was not our car.
I'm here doing laundry at the 24hr laundromat on 125th doing a month's worth OF dirty clothes and watching PASSIONS while Asian women keep coming in to sell pirated DVDs and I'm tempted to ask how much STAR WARS:EPISODE III is going for.
Or if she has the latest Falcon "film" w/ Matthew Rush.
OR if she has VALLEY OF THE DOLLS because that brilliant piece of celluloid still hasn't yet been released...
Shit. She's gone.
I've known about their sites for about a month, but I am just now getting around to adding them as links to my New York Blogging "Family". After all, we know all the same people, we work in the same places ... we're bound to meet. They now join the ranks of Towelroad, Matty, Patmix, New York City Boys, Miu Von Furstenberg, Timmy Ray, and JonNYC (to name a few) on my "Others" list as sites I read daily.
Please say hello (and by hello, I mean visit their sites) to writers/go-go boys/porn stars Damon DeMarco and Hunter James, and Amnesia Sparkles. They're fun, interesting, and hot. Why wouldn't you read them?
Downtown is hittin' the web, y'all, and it's makin' me happy. So where's, I wonder, Amanda Lepore's blog?? She "drinks champagne in the morning..."
So this is what my life is like right now:
* I am spinning 4 nights a week in the city: MON @ therapy (Scott Nevins Presents)/TUES @ The Slide (Earl's Weiner Shack)/THURS @ Bowery Marquee (Gay Jeopardy)/FRI @ The Slide (House Party).
* I am spinning/hosting High Tides/Low Tides Saturdays @ The Tides on Fire Island.
* Getting my DJ Top Ten List together for NEXT Magazine.
* I start a theater directing class (I'm one of 8 chosen) at The Atlantic Theater Co. in 2 weeks. Hopefully I'll be directing something big soon... For now I'm finding material to present in class and getting actors together for our limited rehearsals.
Blogging aint been easy...
May I present to you Miss Haley Gray with my new neighbor Kristin. She's a Jack Russell, she's all of 3 months old, totally mellow and a complete lover and boy is she byoo-ti-ful.
(No, this is not my new puppy but my friend Scott's. I'm merely an uncle.)
Two of my good friends (and fellow bloggers) have decided to hang their sites up and call it a day, so I thought it best to give their links the proper send off.
Jeremy Blacklow's [To Thine Own Self Be True] -- a fun look at his dog(s), his experiences at the theater, movies, and concerts, and a smattering of politics both local and national. You'll be missed, Mr. B.
Charlie Owens' Everlasting Blogstalker -- an honest look at the thoughts that make up Charlie's brain. Sometimes scary, sometimes touching, always funny. This better be just a hiatus.
That being said, please take a peek at the newest links I've added to try and fill their shoes:
Gentlemen, start your engines.
Here's a few things to share w/ you that I've meant to:
* I bought a U2 iPod right after Thanksgiving for two reasons: a) I didn't own one nor would I until they made them in b) black.
* My girl Stephanie Block has (officially) booked the national tour of WICKED playing the green girl. I'm either seeing her in Chicago or L.A. ...mayhaps both. If you get the chance, I would highly recommend seeing her in it. A-MAY-ZING.
* I am back to DJ-ing full time w/ a new night at The Slide hosted by the legendary Linda Simpson and spinning Fridays at One in the meatpacking district.
* I am now officially back to blogging regularly. Seriously.
Gonna post an e-mail I just received do that you can see just how warm my readers can be:
-- I was not in the audience when Oprah gave away cars to EVERYONE in her studio audience.
-- The Six Deet Under season finale made me cry. Repeatedly.
-- Fred Ebb died this weekend.
-- My summer season on Faggot Island is officially over.
-- Nakomis might get kicked out of the Big Brother house.
-- One of my best high school friends (Rory) is coming to stay with me for a week.
-- I'm spinning the Tigerbeat Underwear Party this Thursday.
-- I still have my summer tan.
-- Kiki and Herb will be playing at Carnegie Hall this Sunday.
-- Shep and I are well into our 7th month together and are VERY happy. In other words: he hasn't run away screaming. Yet.
A while ago I compiled a list of all the different jobs I've had and I think it's about time I posted them. Get ready 'cuz there's A LOT.
** Ice Cream Scooper (Baskin Robbins - Fairfield, CT)
** Movie Theater Usher/Ticket Sales/Concessions (Community Theater - Fairfield, CT)
** Fish Market Butcher (Original Fish Co. – Los Alamitos, CA)
** Costumed Character (Disneyland – Anaheim, CA)
** Retail Salesman (The Gap – Santa Monica, CA & Morristown, NJ; Banana Republic – Costa Mesa, CA; Original Levi Store – NYC)
** Waiter (Bennigan’s – Costa Mesa, CA; Ed Debevic's – Beverly Hills, CA; Planet Hollywood – NYC; Boogie’s Diner – NYC; Harley Davidson Café – NYC: Fashion Café – NYC; Mulholland Drive Café – NYC; Viceroy - NYC)
** Bartender (Ruby’s River Road – NYC; Viceroy – NYC; Barracuda - NYC; Eau – NYC; View Bar - NYC)
** Restaurant Host (Original Fish Co. – Los Alamitos, CA ; Ed Debevic's – Beverly Hills, CA)
** Film/Theater Marketing (Scott Walton Communications – NYC; The Karpel Group - NYC)
** Photographer (Ed Debevic's – Beverly Hills, CA)
** Club Promoter (Pur@Eau – NYC; Diktator@Coup – NYC; Do-It!@Downtime – NYC; Sen@View - NYC)
** Promotional Item Researcher (Promotional Edge – NYC)
** Temp (MTV - NYC)
** Actor (TV, Film, Voice-Over – LA; Theater, Voice-Over – NYC; Regional Theater – Various States)
** Theater Director (LA; NYC)
** Errand Services (Consider It Done - NYC)
** At-Home Animal Care (Consider It Done - NYC)
** Apt./House Cleaning (Consider It Done - NYC)
** Event Producer (Musters & Co., NYC)
** and DJ (View Bar – NYC; Joe’s Pub – NYC; The Slide – NYC; Therapy – NYC; Barrage – NYC; The Tides – Cherry Grove, NY; Various Private Parties - NYC)
That's a whole lotta information about me for you to gag down.
Happy Happy Birthday
On This, Your Special Da-a-a-a-y
Happy Happy Birthday
That's Why We're Here to Sa-a-a-a-y
Happy Happy Birthday
May Aw-w-w-w-w-w-w-ll Your Dree-e-e-e-ams Come Tru-u-u-u-u-u-u-ue
Happy Happy Birthday
From This Narcissist To YOU!
(*Note: This song was seared into my brain while working at certain chain restaurant in the late '80s.)
This weekend was all about run, run, run.
On Friday I ran around doing errands (such as haircut, bank, etc.) all day then met the boyfriend at work whereupon we went to the Gay Bloggers Cocktail Fest at Barrage which was organized by the one-and-only Boi From Toy . I met (albeit WAY too briefly) with Bravo/Erik (who's site is thankfully back up and running), Addaboy (who I need to sit and B.S. with more), 6:01am (another Aaron whom I said all of "hello" to), and my ex-roomie Blogstalker's new roomie Glenn (who I also need to spend more time talking to...). Unfortunately the bf and I had pre-ordered tickets to see Shrek 2 so I had to run out of there but not before making plans with the Boi to meet up in the East Village Sat. night.
Saturday afternoon was spent mixing a new number for Shaboomboom and during our "session" a call came in from my friends on Fire Island who invited me to come out and stay. So MW and I quickly packed our shorts and jumped on the train to Sayville. Needless to say I had to flake on the Boi but have promised to hang with him when he returns (which he tells me is merely 90-some days.) We spent the night with all my friends drinking and hot-tubbing and what not. Not a bad night to say the least.
We lay by the pool all day Sunday and took the latest ferry home that night (alright...well maybe I didn't run all weekend) All in all it was an action-packed weekend.
Something odd happened to me last Friday and I'm just now processing it. The situation was thus: I recieved an e-mail from someone who tells me he was "Googl-ing" his best friend's name (herein known as JTH) when he came upon an entry I made about said friend. The entry spoke of how I was thinking about JTH and wondering what became of him because he had literally disappeared from my life and I wondered how/where he was. JTH and I had been dating a very short time during my New Orleans excursion (aka the lowest point my life) and I held onto him (his friendship/interest in me) like a vice grip because he was all I had down there. I was in a horrible head space and I'm sure it scared the shit out of him...my neediness, that is.
Anyway, the friend tells me that JTH "would die if he knew (he) was e-mailing (me)" and asked if I was interested in "chatting about him". I responded with an "oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-this-is-happening-is-he-okay" e-mail, then the friend writes back that all is well and attaches some pictures. JTH looks (for the most part) exactly the same -- cute -- and I finally have closure in The Mystery of the Missing Southern Boy that's been in the back of my mind for a long time.
And I have the fuckin' world wide web to thank for it. Go figure.
Work. Work. Work. Work. Wuuuurk. Work.
This has been my mantra for the past 6 days and I can't believe I am finally getting some rest.
TUES: EARL'S WEINER SHACK is kicking ass. The anti-Beige theme is working quite nicely and guys are whipping their own weiners out left and right just to get a free drink. Otis Ray was the new dancer and he did a kick-ass job of lookin' as white trash as possible. Even our ghost hostess Wanda Pinkett is getting requests as to her exact whereabouts. This is all making me very happy...
WED: STAG PARTY was better considering we still haven't advertised or even listed it yet. Mayhaps it was the porn we have playing in our "lounge"...or mayhaps it was my roomie/go-go boy Michael that kept 'em there. It was obviously not my music because the bartender kept telling me what to play. Maybe he should stay off his phone during the night and concentrate on his tough job of opening beer bottles. But I joke. Kinda.
THURS: What can one say about PROZAC at Therapy? There's the usual Hellsea set cruising each other while I play campy movies and play rock-infused pop. In other words, it's always a great place to be. Plus I got a nice compliment from Jason of The Scissor Sisters who was drinking with Kiki and Herb. (Don't trip over those names I just dropped.)
FRI: Was at The Slide for Taylor Mac's new party Doppelganger in which Taylor wore hundreds of pumpkin seeds on his face. At one point I had the urge to sprinkle salt on his face, roast it in an oven, then chew on it. Like I was at a sofball game.
SAT: Was at my friend Gita's birthday party when I got paged, like a doctor on call, to come in to The Slide to spin for Corey Tut who was in the bathroom throwing up. So I quickly said my goodbyes, ran home to pick up my records, and cabbed it down to High Life/Low Life (I spun low while Nita spun high...so to speak. I know I've said this before, but Nita Aviance not only kicks ass as a DJ, but kicks ass as a human being as well...but I digress) The place was wall-to-wall hot men, Daniel hired twins to dance nekkid (with each other no less), and many stayed until we physically had to kick them out. The plus was getting to be part of the anniversary celebration..the minus was not getting to be part of my good friend's birthday celebration and for that I'm truly sorry.
SUN: BYO-DJ premieres with DJ Jeremy Blacklow as our first amateur DJ in his East Village debut. Jeremy did a great job playing songs that made me nothing but happy such as Juice Newton's Queen of Hearts and Hall and Oates' You Make My Dreams Come True. J-Low was not only read'-to-go but had energy and then some (which after working 5 days in a row I was in strong need of). His boyfriend's gonna be spinning next week.
Afterwards, I went down to Bar 6 in the Lower east Side where I finally met Bryan Raughton (aka MumbleFuck) at a new party he and DJ Jimmy are spinning. I read his blog every now and then, had heard his name throughout the bar set, and must say I was impressed -- he was a very cool guy who immediately made me laugh with his previous night's story of spinning Redneck Runway at SBNY. Something to do with falling turntables... Gonna have to make it to SBNY one Saturday to hear him turn it out.
I'm now going to read a book and shut out the rest of the world for a while.
I just got a virus on my computer... The e-mail said this:
You have just received the Amish virus. As the Amish don't have any technology or programming experience, this virus works on the honor system.
Please delete all the files from your hard drive and manually forward this virus to everyone on your mailing list. Thank you for your cooperation. (Thanks Richie)
I think I just heard a buggy clip-clopping by...
Well, for the past week I have been sick as a D.O.G., y'all. I was ache-y, coughing, was congested and my right ear was clogged (it sounded like everything was underwater). I finally high-tailed it out of the city on Friday to the comforts of my mom's house in CT to rest and watch her dogs for a couple of days. She picked me up from the train station and we went straight to the doctor's where I was diagnosed with an inner ear infection brough on by a cold (which I have yet to shake).
Mayhaps I'll go by DJ Van Gogh.