I finally have a week when I can relax...no major parties to spin...no special events...my friends are all going to Miami, so it'll be a quiet weekend. In fact, I'm going to the theater twice this coming weekend to see Pam Ann's Black Box and Anna In The Tropics. Tonight, I'm gonna spend some time with my friend John who's boyfriend is away on business. We're going to the grand opening of (get this) Applebee's for an all-you-can-eat-n-drink sloth fest. Is that white trash, or what? And we're going with the entire staff of Marc Jacobs... Barbeque sauce on cashmere is way bitchen'.
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Sat. Nov. 1, 2003 LES MISERABLES
I am so hung over right now. Erik and I had a great time on our annual make-your-own-Halloween-costume. Too much fun, me thinks. We started at one of the most frightening places in the city: Rawhide. Tequila shots. Then off to the West Village for more frights. Boots and Saddle. More tequila. Duplex. Stonewall. Pieces. Tangerine for champagne. Then to Hell to end our evening. I remember few details about Hell...I only know we were there.
Thurs. Oct. 30, 2003 DREAM DRUMS
Miss Cyndi's performance was incredible, to say the least. Her voice sounded beautiful throughout all the standards she covered...I cannot wait for her new CD.
And spinning for her after the show wasn't too bad either...
Thurs. Oct. 30, 2003 AN ODE TO JONATHAN THOMAS HEMBY
Two years ago yesterday (Oct. 29th) I met a boy in New Orleans who had moved there from North Carolina. His name was Jonathan Hemby and he changed my life in an amazingly beautiful way...and also in a horribly hideous way. He showed me love, hatred, happiness, sadness, and everything in between. He made me jump off the preverbial cliff into territories unknown. And for that I thank him.
And now he's lost. I have no idea where he is, how he is, or what he's doing with his life. That makes me reeeeeal sad-like because I miss him terribly. I've heard he's moved back to North Carolina with Claude, his french bulldog. I even wonder how Claude is.
Perhaps one day we can meet again. Just so that I may thank him in person...because I never got to. I never even got to say goodbye.
(Why all the sap? I just got my New York Magazine and the cover story is about gay parenting (*sobbing)*"It should'a been me-e-e-e-e-e-eee." Seriously, though, it made me sad...)
Weds. Oct. 29, 2003 A NIGHT TO FORGET
Last night (Tuesday October 28th, 2003) was definitely a night where the Gods laughed at me. And not just a light chuckle...
Here's the events as they happened:
I left my house an hour before I was supposed to get to the "Shattered Glass" premiere party so that I would have time to grab a quick something to eat. I jumped on the A train, switched to the 3 train at 59th, and got to the Hue (the place where the party was happening) 30 minutes before I was supposed to start. I set my CDs down and checked for my wallet...which I realized I'd left at home (shit!moment #1). This means no cash and no card in which to get cash. Knowing there was nothing I could do, decided to practice a few of the mixes I wanted to do. When I went into the booth and looked at the CD mixer I saw that there were no "play" buttons on the dual CD players (shit!moment #2). Naturally, I sought the manager to ask how I was supposed to play music on something that was clearly mocking me. The manager, Annie, informed me that I would need pencil erasers to push "play" because the eraser seems to be the best way to start it. She then told me she'd go get me one. After waiting for her for 10 minutes, and her not returning, I grabbed a pen from my bag and tried it out. It wasn't the first time a pen cap has come in handy, I can assure you. It worked. Somewhat. The system was very temperamental which leads to shit!moment #3 -- the realization that mixes may be out of the question. At one point, I could have sworn I heard the Gods giggling.
The party started...I faked mixing as best I could (having some false starts), then noticed the speakers in the hidden "V.I.P." room I spun from were on the fritz (they would get loud, then quiet randomly -- shit!moment #4) Since I couldn't see or hear any other rooms, I hoped that it wasn't happening there as well. Not being able to see what was happening at the rest of the party was also adding to the difficulties of spinning...I couldn't gage any type of energy to the party as I was spinning to 10-15 people who "happened' to find this secluded room I was in (shit!moment #5.) Toward the end of the party, my contact from Interview Magazine came up to me to question why I was playing "Some Like It Hot" by Power Station saying that it was a bit too slow -- she needed the party to pump up a bit. I had no idea...from where I was there were 4 people left at the party.
When the party was over, I felt really bad about the whole thing. I mean, my contact left the party without saying goodbye, or even thank you...which is never a good sign (shit!moment #6.) So there I was, unsure about my first gig spinning an Interview party without any "play" buttons, no way to mix, no idea if the vibe I was giving was the same vibe as the party that I wasn't a part of, and feeling like the person who hired me didn't even want to see me at the end of it all. So I packed up my 2 CD cases, put my 3rd case in my backpack, and high tailed it out of there...only to find that it was pouring rain outside. Yes, I had an umbrella, but how would I hold it? I had two 15lb CD cases in my hands (shit!moment #7) and no one to help me. I couldn't hail a cab because I had no money on me and, again, no card to get money from any 5 million ATMs that were around. So I naturally put both cases in one hand and walked out into the monsoon over to the 1/9 station at Christopher St. Now the Gods were audibly laughing aloud.
I waited 15 minutes for the 1 train to come and reminded myself, while boarding, to switch to the A/C or D train at 59th St. After 42nd St. the 1 train went express to 72nd (shit!moment #8), which meant I would either have to get off the train, go back down to 59th and switch there OR take it to 96th, get off, get money from an ATM, and take a cab home. Still with me? YEAH, I got off and went out in the rain to the closest ATM only to realize (for the third time that night) that I-HAD-LEFT-MY-WALLET-AT-HOME (shit!moment #9). I now had no choice but to walk from Broadway over to Central Park West and take the C train home. Now if you know what a city block is compared to an avenue block, you'll get what I'm sayin' here: An avenue block is equal to about 3 city blocks, and I had to walk 3 avenue block which equals 12 city blocks. In the pouring rain (which blew sideways). With 30lbs in one hand, 15lbs strapped to my back. In Marc Jacobs jeans/cashmere sweater/and jacket. SHIT!MOMENT #10!!! Then, I had to wait for 30 minutes until a train finally came. The Gods were laughing so hard, they were crying and saying,< "I can't..."
After a looooooong night away from my place in Harlem, all I could do when I got in was to strip off my wet clothes, put my wallet with my keys as not to forget the next day, and climb into my uber-comfy bed.
Can't wait for the Cyndi Lauper party that I'm spinning tonight...
Tues. Oct. 28, 2003 NO JOKE...
...I literally slipped on a banana peel tonight on the street. So the answer is, "yes," it does happen. 
P.S. I have a high school crush on this guy...
Mon. Oct. 27, 2003 THE OPPORTUNITY EXPRESS
Missed opportunities suck when you realize you've just missed out on something that might have been life altering... For example (obviously this is gonna be a story about my night), I'm spinning the "Scarespray" party at Therapy and am being lightly cruised by a boy in a white doctor's lab coat. He never comes up to me, but says goodbye as he's leaving and I only wished I had packed up my things a few minutes earlier so that I could possibly talk to him. When I get outside, it raining heavily and there he is with his fucked-up friend and their even more fucked-up acquaintance. As I pass by him, I smile...He doesn't return the smile, but then says goodbye to his friends and walks quickly to catch up with me. He walks beside me for a few feet when I suddenly break the ice and talk. We chit chat about his acquaintance being a mess and try to solve what he could've done to get to that place. When we come to the end of the block, I tell him that I have to walk toward the subway to which he responds that his car is parked in the opposite direction but he'll walk with me. We small talk a bit more and he tells me about who he is, what his job is (he's going on a national tour), and where he lived. When we finally reached the subway station, there was an uncomfortable feeling of wanting to continue the conversation, but not knowing where to do it as the heavy rain was drenching us. I told him to come in and see me some night (stupidly not telling him which night) and said goodbye. As I walked down the stairs, the feeling of having missed an opportunity to get to know this guy was overpowering...dunno why, but knew that as we stood there at the subway entrance, as I looked at his face with water dripping down his nose and off his chin, as I stared into his eyes...there was a reason we met.
Why didn't we explore it more? Was it fear? Was it bad timing?
Maybe one day I'll find out...
Here are some pics from the "Scarespray" event (courtesy of Broadway.com/Bruce Gilkas):
The Gabors
Hollie Howard and Miss Shayna "The Angel" Steele
Scott Nevins, Max Von Essen, Rob Sapp, and Mahogony
Fri. Oct. 24, 2003 9 TO 5
My schedule estoy muy busy the the next 7 days:
SAT: Meet w/ my parents and cousin for lunch...spin at Therapy...meet up with friends after-hours for Eduardo's birthday goings on.
SUN: Brunch date w/ friend from L.A....shop for costume(s)...spin the "Scarespray" party at Therapy.
TUES: Spin Interview Magazine's "Shattered Glass" premiere party at Hue (excited to take requests from Chloe and Hayden)
WED: Spin the Cyndi Lauper after-concert party at Joe's Pub.
THURS: Back at Therapy to spin our new Prozac Thursdays party for the Hellsea Boys.
FRI: 2nd Annual Hardy Boys Halloween with me-n-Erik taking on the West Village, then it's off to Suzanne Batsch's Halloween Party at The Maritime Hotel.
Thurs. Oct 23, 2003 WHEN QUEENS ATTACK : ON FOX
Hell hath no fury like a David Gest scorned. I mean, really, when Miss Gest decides to read a bitch to filth, she does so in grand style: " (Liza) was an alcoholic, overweight, unable to be effectively merchandised (and unable to) get insurance to perform concert dates on stage, or in any other artistic media." OVERWEIGHT??? That's a shout-out for battle curls, lady. An, according to your claims, Liza will cut choo.
Oh, and P.S., Miss Gest has been spotted around Hawaii with new "best friend" Jim Nabors. Oh, to be a fly on the wall when the two of them start clucking around the henhouse...
Weds. Oct. 22, 2003 SCARESPRAY
If y'all get a chance, come to this event at Therapy this Sunday. I'll be spinning it, kids.
Weds. Oct. 22, 2003 THE TROUBLE WITH TUESDAY
Last night was completely fucked up.... Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a bad night, per se, just chock-full-o-madness.
First, the guy who I've gone on a few dates with in the past couple of weeks came by to see me and stayed by my side for most of the night...I say "most" of the night because he was allegedly seen making out with some guy in front of the bar. This information was passed on to me by "promoter" of the evening, which could go either way; he has a way of bending stories to the way HE sees them. Whatever. We went on a couple dates, he's not Priscilla to DJ Aaron Elvis yet.
Next, a whole helluva lotta cock was being flung around. The promoter offered a free shot to anyone showing their cock and/or breasts, and they were to show it at the DJ booth, which they did and then some. I felt like an army draft board physician. "Cough." Almost all of them said they needed to fluff first -- one guy went so far as to spit on his hand and stick it down his underwear, all while trying to lock eyes with me. The things people won't do for free crappy liquor. Oh, and Mr. B definitely has a nice piece and should enter the end of the month contest. His hammer was the largest tool in the box.
Lastly, 3 straight girls came in (separately) with their pet gays and did shots off each others tetas, started grinding on each other, and then locked themselves in the private bathroom for over an hour. Afterwards, one of them came up and asked me to play some Joan Jett because she had just done something she "shouldn't have." What, does a lesbian rocker make you feel better about doing what you "shouldn't have done"? Live a little, baby! Security finally took them to a cab because they ended up laying in the middle of the floor... Again, don't ask.
I love my job. In fact, I loves me some Roadhouse @ The Slide.
Tues. Oct. 21, 2003 MUSIQUE NON-STOP
Yep...I'm spinning my ass off lately, and it's gittin'/it's gittin'/it's gittin' kinda hectic...but who can complain about a job like this??? It rocks! I get to play all the music that makes me happy, get to be around hot guys 4 nights a week, and get paid cute coin$ while doing so. The down side is I have little time to hang out on the other side of the booth with friends and those I'm interested in...I'm only left with three nights with which to go on dates.
Tonight I spin at The Slide for "Roadhouse", and get to screen the cocks for our "Big Tool" contest. Too bad you gotta be at work tomorrow morning at 9 am...
Tues. Oct. 21, 2003 TIME 4 A CHANGE
Yes, kids, it's time to update my blogging site...I am currently researching new engines to run my blog for me so that I can give you a new look...a fresh feel...and some pics.
Stay tuned and I'll give y'all the new address...if I even need to get one....who knows?
Tues. Oct. 21, 2003 IN-AND-OUTTA LOVE
There are times when I wish I had never know the feeling of love...because being without it is like longing for a drug that's completely unavailable to you: you jones for it, but the only way to get it is if you stumble upon it.
It's been 2 years since I found it last.
That fuckin' sucks.
Mon. Oct. 13, 2003 CULTCHAH
Had a multi-culti weekend over the past 3 days which was kicked off on Friday night when Scott and I were taken by Carl to see Margaret Cho. Needless to say, the show was GENIUS. Not only was it fuck-all-funny, it was politically driven with important issues and thank God she put it out there. "Speaking up" is the new "sweeping-it-under-the-rug". Afterwards, in keeping with the Asian celebration, we ate a delicious meal at Ruby Foo's and took in a couple 'a saketinis. When I was finally liquored-up properly, I headed downtown to "Oktoberfist" at The Slide hosted by the illustrious Daniel Nardicio. Yes, kids, someone was getting fisted, and yours truly helped out Sweetie for the "Fisting 4 Dollars" contest where contestants had to fist the lower half of some doll (that I held up) for cash prizes. Each contestant had to slap on a rubber glove, and reach in for a plastic bubble containing their prize. There was even a Rufus Wainwright CD up in there. Go figure.
In other news...Aaron E dragged my ass to a hoe-down in New Jersey on Saturday afternoon, which was held at his father's horse ranch. We do-si-do'd and swung-our-partnered after chowing down on baked beans, pulled pork, and macaroni and cheese casserole. I left there about 10 pounds heavier than I was when I first arrived: looking butch in denim, I might add. I actually had a good time, but, then again, with Aaron E. a good time is almost always a given.
Finally, on Sunday, I had a nice brunch with Eric M. and we explored the park up here in Harlem. It's really a great park, it's just too bad the city doesn't take better care of it. As we walked through, I couldn't help but miss my roomie who is away on sebatical in Canada and Mexico. He used to take pix of naked Latino boys in the park. Good times...good times. I ended the weekend by spinning my weekly Sunday night gig at The Slide to a packed house. My entire night was made when one of my fave drag queens, Ginger, performed Shirley Bassey while looking like an uber-blonde mix ofTotie Fields and Celia Cruz...she's fuckin' brilliant.
Thus concludeses my report on what I done did dis weekend, y'all.
Wed. Oct. 8, 2003 JUST ANOTHER TYPICAL CALIFORNIA DAY...
My poor people...when will we ever learn?
Thank God I left L.A. and moved to a city where there's actual culture. I'm just surprised the uber-cultured city of San Francisco actually helped in this popularity contest... (Yes, I realize that some did not, and for that, I applaud you.)
Wed. Oct. 3, 2003 FREE DRUGS
Get thee to young bradford's blog site and behold she who is Cyndi. (hint: click on the "her" in the sentence which states:"it's almost time for her to get the respect she deserves.")
It's not "almost" time...it is time.
(Even though we've never met, I really dig Bradford and his site is way bitchen.)
Tues. Oct. 2, 2003 FULL FRONTAL FASHION
I'm diggin' the London designer Jasper Conran... He's got some chic shit. He's no Marc Jacobs, but then again, who is...?
Mon. Oct. 6, 2003 WITHOUT LOVE THERE WOULD ONLY BE...RAPE
So I finally went to see Kiki & Herb: Coup de Theatre this past Friday with Scott. It was part of our b-day gifts to each other (me with K & H tix; him with dinner.) Thank God I finally got tickets because it was closing on Saturday and I really couldn't stand the thought of Scooter not getting to see the magic that are Kiki & Herb. And thank God I didn't get to miss the magic that are Kiki and Herb.
I dug the show...in an intellectual, heavy kind of way. It was definitely a theater piece (in comparison to the Fez or even Cowgirl Hall of Fame shows which were a bit lighter...just a bit) and it delves deeper into what makes Kiki Kiki and a little of what makes Herb Herb. It was a bit Hedwig-ish, but only in form....not context. Missed were the cocktails being drunk by me while watching Kiki down hers, and the audience was so fuckin' polite. I mean c'mon...we're at a theater in the West Village, not W. 46th. Mayhaps liquor truly is the missing ingredient to a fun K & H experience...
What am I saying? Liquor is the missing ingredient to ANY fun experience. Jeesh.
Sun. Oct. 5, 2003 BOHEMIANS
You've gotta be feeling a bit on the lower side of the intelligence food chain when someone describes a former genius who's losing-the-plot by saying of him, "His mental abilities disintegrated with each passing year. He went from reading Kafka to reading John Grisham novels."
And here I was all set to start reading "The DaVinci Code," however now I may well just read Madonna's latest offering to the literature world. After all, it's all down hill after Kafka, kids.
Maybe I'll pick up Aristotle instead.
(Well, yeah...it'll be a biography on Aristotle Onasis, but....whatever... I'm readin' aint I???)
Sun. Oct. 6, 2003 I HEART TINA FEY
Tonight on SNL, Miss Tina Fey said this on the Weekend Update:
"George W. Bush was told that there was a leak in the White House as to a CIA agent's name and has vowed to find who it is. So, to date, these are the following things George W. can't find:
- The leak in the White House
- Weapons of mass destruction in Iraq
- Saddam Hussein
- Osama Bin Laden
- The link between Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden
- And his own ass with two hands and a flashlight. "
Wed. Oct. 1, 2003 THE AGENDA AT WORK
Thanks to Vividblurry, I now have this to ponder....just who names their children names like this?
Tues. Sept. 30, 2003 TRAGEDY IN NEW JERSEY: AN OXYMORON
There's a sign in Hoboken above a gas station that reads: "The Jets' Greatest-Moments-in-NFL-History Collectable Footballs. Collect all 4!"
What a piece of shit team they must be...
Mon. Sept. 29, 2003 DEATH OF A SALESMAN
While reading the newspaper on my subway ride home, I was VERY saddened to see that Elia Kazan has died. So saddened, if fact, that tears came to my eyes. You may not have believed in his politics, or agree with what he did during the McCarthy Trial, but his work as a director stands apart from that and should be looked at as such. Come on, the man directed "East of Eden(film)", "Streetcar names Desire (both theater and film)", "On The Waterfront (film)", and many others...
He was a HUGE influence on the acting world...and though I never knew him, I feel as though the acting community learned a lot from the way he worked with actors...truly.
Fri. Sept. 26, 2003 YOU ARE SOOO PLUCKED
I'm really starting to detest the word "FIERCE." It is used to describe eveything by the -mos' and it's becoming tiresome. Therefore, I am herby reverting back to my days of growing up in sunny Southern California when I use the word "BITCHEN" to describe everything...and hopefully....HOPEFULLY, it won't catch on. That would be totally bogus.
That being said, my new favorite song to spin (so that Beyonce can give it a rest for a while) is Valley Girl by Frank Zappa
That song is full-on rad.
Wed. Sept. 24, 2003 "OH, LAWWD!"
So my friend Shirley Q. Liquor has a new friend on her website named Betty Butterfield who is a very religious woman who cries at the drop of a dime. Some stories are REALLY funny, while some are on the tragic side.
Do yerself a favor an' check her out.
Tues. Sept. 23, 2003 WARNING: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SNORT
HBO's new show Carnivale is yet another reason to have the On-Demand service on digital cable. I've watched the first episode 3 times, and the last episode (the second) I've seen twice. It's like a good book that you can't put down...
I think HBO is televising crack in their series' and I'm becomming an addict. Where's my dealer's number?
Tues. Sept. 23, 2003 *LIP MY STAR-KEEN!*
I'm recently obsessed with Japan...it could be Sophia Coppola's fault for giving me Tokyo on a platter with Lost In Translation, or the Takashi Murakami installation at Rockefeller Center, or my love of Shonen Knife's cover of Top of the World...dunno which to blame, but I think Sofia a pretty good bet. I even had sushi tonight for dinner, all the while smiling like a Miss America contestant from the sheer happiness I got from being around Japanese people who played traditional Japanese music on their Japanese manufactured CD player. I didn't even mind staring at the fish in the tank while I ate some of their fish friends, which normally always skeeves me out.
I must go there.
And soon.
**side note: start a fun Japanese inspired trend by switching all your L's and R's...just don't do it mockingly...embrace the cult-chah.
Mon. Aug. 25, 2003 BLACKOUT 2003
"Initially I was supposed to be shooting the Go Magazine party at Eugene's, then an event at Posh, winding up at Buckingham at Plaid to get Shot in the Dark (no pun intended) pics for Next, but that never happened. After successfully polishing off several bottles of Absolut on the rocks'we thought it best to make good use of the ice cubes before they melted'with my infamous roommates DJ Aaron Elvis, View Bar manager Charlie, and fashion photographer Eva, made the trek up to our rooftop, which is normally unaccessible (and usually alarmed with the most annoying unstoppable high-pitched siren) for an impromptu (read: twisted) photo shoot set against a blackened New York City skyline. Oh yeah, we also rescued our new neighbor, Dale (arrived from LA only 3 days earlier) for the festivities."
Jackson, photographer
From this week's Next Magazine... (and, yes, the picture is the view from my window of our Harlem street corner...the ice cream truck was workin' over time)
Sun. Aug. 24, 2003 FUCK YOU AND YOUR WHITE DRESS!
Why wasn't I invited???
I mean, really...
UPDATED>>Wed. August 27th: Here's one I'm glad I wasn't invited to.
Wed. Aug. 20, 2003 MAY I HELP YOU?
Q: What do the following jobs have in common: ice cream scooper, movie theater usher, fish market butcher, costumed character, retail saleman, waiter, bartender, restaurant host, film/theater marketing, photographer, club promoter, promotional item researcher, temp, actor, director, errand services, at-home animal care, apt./house cleaning person, and DJ.
A: I've done all of them.
A job that I would NEVER want: Judging a child beauty pageant. (Well, maybe... but just for the character study on pageant moms.)
Mon. Aug. 18, 2003 BLACKOUT TOP TEN LIST
TOP 10 SONGS TO LISTEN TO WHEN THE POWER COMES BACK:
10. "When The Lights Go Down" - Journey
9. "Dim All The Lights" - Donna Summer
8. "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia" - Vicky Lawrence
7. "Turn Off The Lights" - Nelly Furtado
6. "Dancing in The Dark" - Bruce Springsteen
5. "U Can't See Me" - Tupac
4. "Ray of Light" - Madonna
3. "I've Got The Power" - Snap
2. "Electricity, Electricity" - Schoolhouse Rock
1. "Brand New Day" - The Wiz (Film Soundtrack)
Tues. Aug. 12, 2003 HUH-HUHN...OOPS!
THAT's gonna leave a mark...
Mon. Aug. 11, 2003 CURRENT EVENTS OF EARLY AUGUST
What shall we talk about today???
1. It makes me very sad to know that Gregory Hines died this past Saturday. He was an amazing performer, and, from what I understand, an incredible man. Thanks for sharing YOU with us.
2. Only in California can Gary Coleman, Angelyne, and Arnold Schwarzenegger all be in the running for governor. My money's on Gary, but that's just the wannabe Drummond in me.
3.So the same people who bought Madonna's Sex book will be snatching up her children's book The English Roses."I'm starting to read to my son," says she "But I couldn't believe how vapid and vacant and empty all the stories were. There's, like, no lessons...There's, like, no books about anything." Then why the fuck did we listen to you when you read us all Miss Spider from a big fake bed at your Bedtime Stories CD party at Webster Hall way back when??? Here's a lesson, MLVCPR: read more books to your children and see what THEY get out of them. My mom may not have gotten anything out of Curious George sniffing ether, but I sure did.
That's enough. For now.
Fri. Aug. 8, 2003 LARGE AND WITH CHARGE
I just recieved an e-mail from an unknown person in San Francisco regarding my old booty-call-buddy warning me about him...
Guess he was a bit on the off-side after all.
Fri. Aug. 8, 2003 FINALLY AT PEACE...
ANGER: Does It Really Hold Us Back?
Met up with an old friend of mine tonight and had to face some inner anger that I have not let go of. Why, after all these years, do I still hold onto what someone did to me? I still do not trust him, yet my gut tells me...not to trust him.
Perhaps it was the same fourth grade games he and his boyfriend still played which "puts people in their place without them even knowing they've been put there". You know...making a joke that only the two of them understand and making the third party VERY unprivvy to the joke. Kinda like the ultimate in passive/agressive behavior. Or maybe it was the fake smile that I can still see right through.
I was always made to believe that trust is something which you hold to your nearest of friends.
So what's my problem? Am I a glutton for punishment??
Thurs. Aug. 7, 2003 EVERYTHING OLD IS NEW AGAIN
Here's the 411 on my missing bag: It WAS taken by my co-worker, and was returned to me today. Big relief. And I am reunited, yet again, with my phone.
In other news, I came home to find that the guy I have the BIGGEST crush on saw my face on Friendster, wrote to me and has asked me to be added to my friends list. Now, I realize that many of you believe that the site is now a dead horse, but it finished first by a nose for me, I tell ya.
Maybe it's not so bad...
Wed. Aug. 6, 2003 CURSES!!!
Bad Luck in the Summer of 2003
So far this summer, bad luck has found me and I have no idea why I'VE been picked to become it's victim. Here is a list of my misfortunes in the last 2 months:
1. I am paid, in cash, for my evening's work (plus monies owed me from a party I worked) at a certain bar. I put the cash in my back pocket, spin for an hour more, then leave for my friend Lee's apartment, where he and I will pack his bag and get on a plane for Orlando. When I arrive at his apartment, my $200 that I placed in my pocket is GONE. No cash to bring with me on my trip... Summary: The money fell out when I left work, and grabbed a slice of pizza before going to Lee's. It was the most expensive slice I've ever ordered.
2. I am called, last minute, to spin a big party in the Hamptons for all the heads of MTV. My phone is off due to Sprint's incompetence, and I don't have a computer to check my e-mails. Summary: I've just lost out on a major gig that could have helped me in future gigs down the road.
3. I lose my keys at my best friend's birthday party. They were in a side pocket of my favorite pair of gray cargo pants. It's not so much to lose one's keys, but to lose one's keys that were in a leather Louis Vuitton key case given to you at Christmas by said best friend is a bit much. Summary: Keys were found by barstaff and best friend was called to inform him of my "good luck."
4. Again, at certain bar, my shift pay is given to me, my payor reminds me to put it in my wallet this time as not to lose it, and I do so, putting my wallet in side pocket of my favorite pair of gray cargo pants (see #3.) I then lose my wallet which contained not only my evening's pay, but payment from the previous two night I had worked. Summary: These pants are now my LEAST favorite pants.
5. My cell phone is lost on a night of drinking with friends. It was in a secure pocket of my cargo pants (not in the gray ones...they've been burned,) and every phone number I have is in the phone. Here's the kicker...the last time I was talking on the phone, I was talking to a friend who had a spinning job for me in Madrid...all I had to do was call him the next day and he'd give me all the details. Well, the next day I awoke to find my cell phone gone...along with my kind friend's number. Summary: My phone was found 4 days later by an ex co-worker at the bar we went to early in the evening. Whew!
6. I'm at work tonight, and one of my co-workers gets totally drunk. He passes out in an easy chair, and I ask the promoter to put him in a cab. The promoter does, and I feel much better. When it's time to close, my bag is missing. And my newly found phone is in it. The promoter "thinks" that our drunk friend took it on his way out. My questions are: a) did he actually take the bag and b) if he DID take the bag...did he remember to take it OUT of the cab he was poured into?? Summary: To follow.
What is going on in my life???
Thurs. July 31, 2003 I DO
NEWS FLASH: PRESIDENT BUSH DOESN'T THINK GAYS SHOULD MARRY!
REPORTER: "Thank you, sir. Mr. President, many of your supporters believe that homosexuality is immoral. They believe that it’s been given too much acceptance in policy terms and culturally. As someone who’s spoken out in strongly moral terms, what’s your view on homosexuality?"
PRESIDENT BUSH: "I am mindful that we’re all sinners. And, uh, I caution those who, uh, may try to take the speck out of their neighbor’s eye when they got a log in their own. I think it’s very important for our society to respect each individual. To welcome those with good hearts. To be a welcoming country. On the other hand that does not mean that somebody like me needs to compromise on the issue such as marriage. And that’s really where the issue is headed here in Washington and that is the definition of marriage. I believe in the sanctity of marriage. I believe a marriage is between a man and a woman. And I think we ought to, uh, codify that one way or the other and we’ve got lawyers looking at the best way to do that."
Thank God he's mindful "we're all sinners"...
Thurs. July 31, 2003 "A COUPLE OF QUEENS MARRY IN TORONTO"
On the cover of the New York Post today, there was a picture of 2 men in kilts with the headline reading: Queens Couple Wed In Toronto. With eyebrow raised, I wondered if the Post was actually being kind to homosexuals (for once) OR had written an article expressing their outrage and disgust.
I was surprised to find that the article was favorable, even though it was written by a huge homopobe : Miss Andrea Peyser (the same bitch...and I do mean bitch...who puts "the gays" down every chance she gets.) Just when a smile had come across my face for the nice things Miss Peyser had to say about gay marriages, the other shoe dropped upon reading the final paragraph of her article.
"I do have one issue, though -- while some gays make terrific parents, believe that if a loving straight couple wants to adopt a child, that couple should get priority over those in a same sex union. But that's for another day."
Another day?? GREAT! Can't wait to see what else she feels we should take a step back from.
And then Miss Peyser has the nerve to end the article with ,"Mazel Tov, Brendan and Tom."
Hey, Andrea: Next time you bring a gift to a wedding, try not to slap the happy couple across their faces when handing it to them.
Wed. July 23, 2003 NYC NIGHTS
Had an out-of-control night of spinning at "Roadhouse@The Slide" last night (a fun-as-fuck party, if I do say so myself), where groovy crap like this happens:
** 25 or so people invade at one time and turn the place into a danceclub ("go showtee...it's yo birfday...") Fuck the cabaret police!!!
** people are doing body shots of Damon's (the bartender') chest all night...which is WELL worth it.
** some random hottie gets up on the bar, takes off his shirt, and lets people do body shots off his flawless abs.
** we have to kick people out at 4:30am because they're still going...
I also spent the day with my good friend/ex-girlfriend Stephanie who told me fun stories about her rehearsals for "Boy From Oz" with Hugh Jackman. She gets to kiss him 8 times a week...*swoon*.
Tues. July 22, 2003 G-G-G-GHOST!!!
Last night I woke up to someone tickling my armpit, and when I opened my eyes, a dark, transparent person was kneeling next to my bed. I screamed and sat up (all the while moving back to the other side of my bed) only to watch it (not sure if it was a man or a woman, just a figure) stand and walk over to the front corner of my room. I screamed out Jackson's name (to help me? to come see this?...), jumped out of my bed and opened my door and stood in my doorway, screaming, (naked, I might add ). This apparition stood it's ground and stared at me; not moving. I finally got up enough courage to go back into my room and flip on the light... When I did, it vanished.
I know from having a ghost as a teenager in a house I lived in CT that, for the most part, ghosts are harmless. They only want for you to acknowlege their presence, so I did. Hopefully it won't have to wake me up again to do this. Doesn't it know being tickled is my pet peave?
Needless to say it took some time before I finally fell back to sleep. Or turned out the light.
Strangely, my grandmother used to do it to tickle me (hence the pet peave.) Could it haver been...?
Sun. July 20, 2003 JUNIOR SENIOR
Went to Asbury Park on Friday night wo stay at Michael and Eduardo's with Scott, Erik, Lee, Bill & Alexandra, Franna, Gita, and Jackson. Needless to say with that group, fun was had by all. We went dancing at Paradise and had a big after-party M & E's house (which was just as fun as dancing...if not more.)
Per Jackson, here is one of the funniest punchlines that needs no joke to set it up:
"I don't know what happened. I bit her tit, she farted, and flew out the window."
Do we even need the first part?
Wed. July 16, 2003 I'M BA-A-A-ACK!!
After a LONG 3 months of being sans computer, I am now the proud parent of a bouncing Dell Dimension 8300. He's black, has gray eyes, and an 18" flat screen monitor (he takes after his father in that department.) Now I can abuse him all the time...
On a quick sad note...Celia Cruz died this afternoon. All hail the woman who taught me what azucar negra was.
Tues. March 11th
Today marks the beginning of my illustrious career as a foreign desk "jockey" at MSNBC in lovely downtown Secaucus. In this new job, I will watch news, news, and more news during this most tumultuous time.
some jobs I've held in the past(in no particular order):
- ice cream scooper (Baskin-Robbins)
- movie house worker (usher/ticket seller/ticket taker/concession stand salesman)
- babysitter
- restaurant host
- waiter (restaurant and catering)
- bartender
- barback
- doorman (bar & club)
- costumed character (Disneyland)
- parade dancer (Disneyland)
- actor (film, theater, commercial, edu-tainment, and voice-over)
- director (theater)
- choreographer (theater)
- retail sales (Gap/Banana Republic)
- video rental store worker
- cleaning lady
- coat check attendant
- marketing (film, theater, and music)
- events producer
- wardrobe assistant (MTV)
- executive assistant (MTV)
- personal assistance
- promoter
- DJ
- foreign news desk assistant (MSNBC)
I'm like a whore: I get around.
***MOST IMPORTANT!!!***
hey, by the way, have i introduced you to cast of characters you'll need to know through this blog? let's begin:
THE NEW YORKERS
matt - my cousin/best friend/blood brother
scott - my best friend and long lost brother
aaron e. - best friend number two and long lost twin
erik - my uber-closest friend and one time boyfriend (now ex)
lee - my close friend and sometime boss (he owns/manages view bar)...also erik's roomie
faye - my "mommy"...i'm her favorite
ramsey - my oldest friend in nyc (know since high school) and permanent voice of positivity
sara - my beard/girlfriend, and another old friend from high school
yenta - my very close friend whom i rarely see...also know as the wicked witch of the east
ierardi - my close friend/co-worker at musters
paul - my close friend/boss at mtv
ernie - my close friend/paul's boyfriend
franna - my close friend/spiritual guide
cary - my close friend/intellectual mentor..also franna's boyfriend
jeff - aaron # 2's roomie whom i've been friends w/ for years...
gita - my close friend and permanent dinner date
richie - my very close friend who is m.i.a. somewhere in n.j.
michael - one of my closest friends...one of the first "gays" i met in the city (also has boyfriend named eduardo.
kristin - an amazing soul with well chosen words.
destiny/david - my close friend/business partner...hosts homo/genius as destiny
jackson - my close friend/roomie
eva - my friend/roomie #2
stephanie - my uber-talented ex-girlfriend (from the straight days)...now very close friend
bryan - my friend since college in l.a. (also ex-college romie), now writing/acting partner
THE LOS ANGELINOS
bob - my oldest friend (closest of friends since high school)...a true sister
amy - my definitive best friend since high scool and long lost sister...scott's west coast counter-part
sidoni - my male best friend in high school, now lost somewhere in orange county
esperti - my close friend transfered to la-la land from nyc...another sister
there's many others, but you'll meet them soon enough
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