Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
I remember hoarding two Dave drinks before 8 o'clock
I remember several people reporting Chuck sightings, but being unable to find him myself
I remember going home by myself
I also remember, seeing, meeting, then talking to (for a long time) a cute boy whose name I actually remember. Sadly I didn't get his number. But he's been there on Sunday the past two weeks so he'll probably be there next week.
Me: Wow that sucks
Me: Who's was it?
Friend: My own
Me: Well did you learn your lesson? Close your eyes next time.
Friend: I know!
For those of you that don't know, getting cum in your eye is not a pleasent experience. It burns. Badly. And it takes ages to get better. So next time. Do yourself a favor and close your eyes.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Anyway, I'm definitely ready to hit the streets tonight. My partner in crime, aka Chuck, isn't working so 17th st better watch out.. Nick is going to a baseball game tonight (see bonus game below), but has assured me that he will be out to cause shenanigens later. And if Bernie comes out too, it'll be like a Mean Girl reunion. Can't wait!!
I think it's time you turn on the music
Feel that sound watchin' over me
And every time you turn on the music
Can't control what comes over me
Well I've been waiting, long enough
So DJ please won't you turn it up
Wanna feel that bass yeah and I get a rush
And when it comes yeah I can't get enough
So turn on the music
[EDITED TO ADD: The song is called "Turn on the Music feat GTO by Roger Sanchez. There are several good mixes and they can be found at Beatport. Just search for Roger Sanchez.]
PS: Bonus game.
"Nick hasn't gotten the memo that Gay is to Sports as Oil is to [fill-in-blank]:"
B) Jerry Curls
C) Saudi Arabia
Answer: D. Water. That's right, "Nick hasn't gotten the memo that Gay is to Sports as Oil is to Water." Clearly they don't mix.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Roses are red, violets are corny … when I think of you, ohh baby I get horny … Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very Slowly … if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty
There is something in the air, this weekend could be a lot of fun...
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
Saturday night was a blur. It involved JR's, Cobalt with a blown speaker (and hence my future bf wasn't spinning), JR's again, SoCo and lime shots, and a 330am steak at Annies.
Overall the weekend was fun if not booze filled. I think I need to give my liver a rest. Until thursday. Them I'm sure I'll be at it again.
PS. Ran into Sean on Friday, who I discovered bartends at Halo. Super nice guy! Check out his blog if you get a chance.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
"I felt like the 'P' was getting between me and my fans and now we're closer," Diddy said. "During concerts, half the crowd is saying 'P. Diddy'--half the crowd is chanting 'Diddy'--now everybody can just chant 'Diddy.' I even started to get confused myself--and when I'd called someone on the telephone it took me a long time to explain who I was. Too long," Diddy told the New York Post. "One word. Five letters. Period,"
I too, felt that the 'P' was getting in way of me and Diddy.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
Waiting In The Darkness feat. Leslie Carter (Superchumbo Remix) - Eric Morillo, Harry "Choo Choo" Romero -Subliminal Records. Found on BeatPort
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Uh-huh, yea.. Mr. I-don't-do-third-world's nose is so high, when it rains he drowns.
--Wait. I think our ideas of third world are different. And last I checked you were Malaysian, not Angolan. I wouldn't qualify Malaysia as Third World. Third World is places like the Democratic Republic of Congo, formerly Zaire, formerly Republic of Congo, places the Peace Corp would send you. Have you been to The Ghana recently? Think, Coups, Juntas, and Presidents For Life (Turkmenistan).
MUAH!! Kisses Girl! Casty, like Ms. Parks, does't like to ride in the back of the bus. See you tomorrow :-)
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Found this via Kiat.net, from Virgin Atlantic. Are you a Jetrosexual? Let' see how I do...
#11. This one's a given, how else would I be able to flee the country at a moment's notice?
#10. This would have to be Stockholm Arlanda. It's like stepping off the plane into a giant Ikea. It even had hardwood floors! On the other hand, Charles de Gaulle is my most hated.
#9. I never talk to my seatmate. Unless they are hot. Preferably with a cute accent.
#8. Any one who has traveled with stress-me-out-sue (me) will know that I never hold up a security line.
#7. Hmmm, 6 languages? I think I can only do 4. English, German, Spanish, French. Failed this one
#6. Well I haven't yet joined the mile high club...so yes, always under five minutes
#5. Unlike most gay men I can actually pack a week into a single carry-on. I haven't checked a bag in years (granted, I don't usually take long vacations)
#4. Wouldn't be caught dead with one of those things
#3. I don't do third world. Therefore I've failed this one
#2. 50-50, I guess that doesn't qualify as rare. I'm just too much of a whore for T fares...
#1. I'm a firm believer that you learn so much by traveling to different places and experiencing different cultures, and that every time you come back, you bring something new with you.
So, 8 out of 11 isn't so bad. I suppose I'll have to learn how to order drinks in two more languages and sleep with a gate agent or two who can upgrade me. I still won't do third world though...
Monday, August 08, 2005
Sunday, August 07, 2005
New York Times
Friday, August 05, 2005
I remember showing up at JR's at 730 (rather late I might add)
I remember Dave serving me a glass of poison
I remember going back to Chuck's for a quick costume change
I remember going to the Green Lantern for "Shirtless men drink free"
That's about all I remember.
PS. Being wasted last night was fun. Being wasted right now is not so fun.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
- Naughty can be nice
- Smile alot, someone will wonder what you are up to
- Be mischievous, it feels good
- You know, you look good in red.
- Find your passion
- If they can do it, you know you can
- Count the stars
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Associated Press (via The Guardian UK)
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
On friday, before I left for New York. My office mate Kate and I had a conversation:
Kate: Why are you getting your hair cut? Your hair looks fine.
Me: I know, but I'm meeting up with "Will"...
Kate: hmmm. true. Are you meeting his new boyfriend? Cause if you are, you better wear something cute for when you size each other up. It is a battle after all.
Me: Yep. Got it covered.
Later that night:
Me (via text message to Kate): So. I've met the bf.
Me: I won.
In all seriousness though. "Lester" seemed like a nice kid. But that's just it, a kid. Even though he's 25 (older than me), he struck me as someone who really hasn't made that transition to the real world yet. I mean it's great if your an aspiring singer/dancer/artist/whatever, but at least finish school first so you have something else to fall back on if that singer/dancer/artist/whatever thing doesn't pan out. Oh, and let's recall my post from thursday. About how "Lester" doesn't want me staying there etc...well he needn't worry. Why? Becuase he was with us the ENTIRE TIME. From the moment I stepped off the train at Penn Station to the next morning when I got on the subway, there he was (ok I slept on an aero mattress, he wasn't there for that). Look. I understand your jealousy, but regardless of the fact that "Will" and I used to date, he's still a friend who I haven't seen in about 6 months. It'd be nice if we could catch up just a bit.
"Will" and I did finally meet up for coffee on saturday. It was a really nice time. Didn't really resolve anything, but that's ok. It wasn't quite the emotional rollercoaster ride I was expecting. In the end, my fantasy that maybe one day we'll still get back together wasn't crushed like I thought it'd been. Probably won't happen anytime soon. And who knows, maybe I'll meet someone and that fantasy will get swept under the carpet. I guess we'll just have to see...
In Other New York News:
I hung out with my awesome friend Suman on Saturday. It had been ages since I'd seen him, and it was really nice to wander around the city and catch up. We went to a cute little cafe in the village and split a bottle of wine. Some wierd man sent the waitress over and offered to buy us a drink. Suman politely declined. I, of course, was like "free booze? Sure!" Now, you might be thinking, uh oh. What did you get yourself into. But We actually didn't ever talk to said man, so it turned out fine. It'd be nice though if Suman would actually call me the next time he was in DC (which I always seem to find about about after the fact. Hint. Hint). I'd really like to hang out with him more, not so easy when he lives in NYC.
Guy: Did I see you on the metro the other day?
Me: It's possible, where did you see me?
Guy: Dupont. I thought it might have been you, but I didn't want to yell across the train.
Me: Probably. You should have come up and said something
Guy: Like what? "Hey, you I had sex with"
Me: Ya, I'm sure the metro train would have loved that
Guy: Well it was Dupont. Half the train would probably have turned around.
Just for some context. It's probably been over a year since I've talked to this guy, and I met him in another state over 2 years ago (not MD or VA).