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Life is only what you wonder.

Thursday, August 22, 2002

So Long


Going to be in sunny Virginia Beach for a couple of days, so depending on if I can find some internet access, I'll try to blog soon. Got alot to do before I go, so I gotta get going!

Wednesday, August 21, 2002

We Have Liftoff

Just got off the phone with Fireguy not too long ago. What a pleasant surprise! He's a good guy with a good head on his shoulders so it's good to get his point of veiw on things. He chastised me a little for not returning an email he sent me over a week ago. ((Sorry!))
He's going to Las Vegas tomorrow and I hope he wins alot of money.
Especially since he said he's split it with me.

Packing for my Virginia Beach trip. It's all done 'cept for my deoderant, hairspray, toothbrush and so forth. You know, stuff I'm gonna need until right before I leave.
I can't wait!

Working on a nifty title banner for the top of this page. The graphic creation part is all done, I just gotta figure out how to get it to display on the page where I want it. It'll be coming soon, once I figure it out.

Tuesday, August 20, 2002

Pssst! Have You Heard?

Well, the Crew Leader meeting wasn't what I expected. One of the managers who was conducting it started coming down real hard about all the gossip in the restaurant and how it has to stop.
Good luck!
Gossiping is what waiters and waitresses do best. Plus, I don't think of it as gossip---I'm just telling it like it is.

Had alot of fun at Allegro last night. They were having the Calender Boy contest, which was supposed to start at 10:30, but it was almost midnight when we left and it still hadn't started yet. The "Calender Boy" contest is supposed to be kind of like a beauty pagent for guys, with drag performances before and after, but it's more of a drag show than anything else. Guys dance around in their underwear on the stage and the audience selects which one is hotter by applause and the winner gets a whopping $75 prize.
And they say there's no quality entertainment in Baltimore.

In the middle of doing a mountain of laundry. I almost would've rather gone to work.

Monday, August 19, 2002

Shake It, Don't Break It

Went to Leon's for a drink after work last night and as I was leaving to go home this male prostitute had his stuff all hanging out and was shaking his thing at me. (Nice euphemisms, huh?)
Too weird.

Decided not to go to Virginia Beach today. Having to come back so soon after getting there seemed like a waste to me. Going to go Thursday, instead.

Getting together with friends for drinks after this Crew Leader meeting. We're meeting at The Allego at 6:30 or so. Should be fun.

Absolutly starving so i'm going to grab some Chinese food on the way to the meeting, plus there's other stuff I need to take care of, so I gotta dash.

Sunday, August 18, 2002

Under The Bridge

I'm so tired. Tonight makes my 7th night in a row working and I'm so over it it's not funny. By the end of the night last night the customers I was waiting on had ceased to be people--they were somehow transformed into hideous evil mutant trolls and I kept getting table after table of them. Actually the people didn't really change, just my additude.
I just gotta get through tonight, and I'll be OK. No problem.

Going to Virginia Beach tomorrow for the day just for a change of scenery. I gotta leave in the early afternoon to make it back in time for the Crew Leader meeting though, which kinda sucks. I tried to get out of it, but no dice. It's mandatory, they said. Oh well. At least I tried.

Chatted with my buddy Frenzi on AOL. It went kind of like this:

Wonder Boy: Hey, you!!!
Frenzi: Oh, HI!!!! It's been awhile! How R U?
Wonder Boy: I'm doing OK. I'm a little tired, but I'll get over it. What's new with you?
Frenzi: Oh, God. I don't know if I wanna get into it.
Wonder Boy: Why, what happened? You have to tell me!
Frenzi: Steve and I broke up last night.
Wonder Boy: What?! WHY???!!!
Frenzi: We were at the Hippo last night, on the dance side and we were having a good time and Steve goes to the bathroom and this guy comes over to me and says "Just to let you know I slept with your boyfriend last week." I called him a liar and told him to get outta my face and he said "Well, if you don't believe me, ask him yourself." and walked away.
Wonder Boy: No way!!!! So what did you do?
Frenzi: Well, when he came back from the bathroom and I confronted him about it. At first he denied it, but then he confessed.
Wonder Boy: You guys have only been going out for like three months, right? And he's already cheating? What a snake.
Frenzi: That's not all. He said he cheated on me with 5 other guys at an orgy at his best friends place.
Wonder Boy: He admitted to it? Just like that?
Frenzi: Well, I asked and told him I wanted the truth and he just spilled.
Wonder Boy: So, it's over? Totally over?
Frenzi: Over over. Over and out! I'm giving up on men and relationships. It's not worth it.
Wonder Boy: I've said that before, myself!! You'll change your mind after you heal and get over it. Anyway, I gotta go. If you need anything you know how to get in touch with me. Don't be a stranger,OK?
Frenzi: OK. It was good chatting with you. Thanks for letting me vent.
Wonder Boy: No problem! Hey, you mind if I blog this?
Frenzi: Why not?

Saturday, August 17, 2002

Give It To Me

The things I put up with!
*yeesh!*

OK, here's the story:
I'm sitting outside, reading my BGP Gay Life newspaper, drinking my coffee and smoking a cigarette when this homeless woman in the park across the way comes over to me and shouts
"Give me a cigarette!" like I owed it to her or something.
If she would've asked me nicely I would've given her one, no problem, but she came at me totally wrong.
I don't like people telling me what to do. If it's my boss and it's a reasonable request, that's OK.
They pay me to do what they tell me, you know?

So I say to her "No."
She said, "Whadaya mean 'no'?"
"No, you can't have a cigarette" I replied.
"You punk ass little faggot! If I could get in there I'd kick your little faggot ass!" she barked.

There's a gate around my apartment building--no way she's getting in unless she scales the fence, and I'd like to see her try it.

I laughed at her name calling. (I couldn't help myself, really. So? Big deal. Is that all you got?)
Well laughing just set her off even worse. I had to threaten to call the police for her to go away.
She did a few minutes later, muttering to herself.

I found out there's a mandatory Crew Leader meeting on Monday, so even though that's my day off I gotta haul my draggin' butt into that damn restaurant.
*sigh*
Looking on the bright side, at least I don't have to wear my uniform!

Friday, August 16, 2002

Trust And Believe

Just when I was bored and complaining (to myself) about the lack of of new and exciting things to do in Baltimore, I discovered there's a new club called Trust which is supposed to be the place to be.
Defin'ly gotta check that out.

Then I found out that Numbers, a club in Fells Point which has been closed since 1991 is having it's Grand Reopening on Sunday, August 25th.
I'm gonna be working that night but going there sometime soon is on the top of my list.

John Waters' Hairspray as a Broadway musical?
Who woulda thunk it?

Thursday, August 15, 2002

Translated

"Wonder Boy"
in Dutch: Wonder Jongen
in French: Garçon De Merveille
in German: Wunder-Junge
in Italian: Ragazzo Di Wonder
in Potrugeuse: Menino Da Maravilha
in Spanish: Muchacho De la Maravilla
Translations courtesy of the Babelfish.

Wednesday, August 14, 2002

Let's Do The Time Warp Again!

I've been seeing gay porn star Chris Stone walking his dog around Mount vernon lately. He wears the skimpiest outfits. The other day he was wearing tight spandex short shorts (and you could tell he wasn't wearing underwear), boots, and white socks. Why he bothers to wear clothes at all is beyond me. If there wasn't a law he'd probably be walking around nude. Even if I had the body of Adonis I wouldn't walk around like that. Half the fun of a package is unwrapping it.
Especially if it's a surprise!

I don't know what's come over me but I've been listening to all this 80's music: Cyndi Lauper, Pat Benatar, Blondie, Berlin, and just now I put on the Pretty In Pink soundtrack. I reminds me of my high school years, I guess.

Tuesday, August 13, 2002

Is This Taboo?

Reading this mind-warping book called The Book On The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are, by Alan W. Watts. It's one of those books where you have to read each paragraph two or three times to make sure you understand what he's trying to say. I've been reading this book for a week now, and I'm barely past the first chapter, which is considerably slow for me. I can polish off a book in a couple of days, usually. Here's an example:
"There is no compusion unless there is also freedom of choice, for the sensation of behaving involuntarily is known only by contrast with that of behaving voluntarily. Thus, when the line between myself and what happens to me is dissolved and there is no stronghold left for an ego even as a passive witness, I find myself not in a world but as a world which is neither compulsive, nor capricious. What happens is neither automatic, nor arbitrary: it just happens, and all happenings are mutually interdependant in a way that seems unbelievably harmonious. Every this goes with every that. Without others there is no self, and without somewhere else there is no here, so that--in this sense--self is other and here is there."
Whew! It's gonna take awhile to read this one.

What A Night!

  • OK, first we have the CSQ inspection going on and everybody's all tense about that.
    We ended up doing very poorly and Mr. Ross (the GM) was pissed and were all gonna catch hell about it soon enough, I'm sure.

  • Then a customer started causing a big rukus and we had to call the police.

  • Then one of the hot cooks got hot grease splattered in his eye so we had to call an ambulance.

  • Then one of the waitresses had an anxiety attack plus a bad reaction to diet pills so she had to have an ambulance called too!
Needless to say it was a very crazy night. Glad it's over.

Monday, August 12, 2002

Bring It

I'm still a little sore and somewhat sunburned from my jet-skiing adventure, but I'm feeling great! I got a good night's sleep, which was most welcome.
I feel like I could wrestle a tiger if I had to!
Bring it on!

I'm going back to work tonight.
It's going to be good and I'm gonna make alot of money. I'm determined!

And in other news:

Jonno's back! Yay!

Sunday, August 11, 2002

First I Was Afraid, I Was Petrified

Jetskiing was effin' great!
The best.
Totally.
I wanna do it again soon.
Better than a roller coaster. I was petrified for the first 10 minutes or so, and after that it was pure exhileration.
Defin'ly the most fun I've had all summer.

Went to the Hippo last night and saw the video for "The Music's No Good Without You" by Cher.
I wanna know who her make-up person and camera people are 'cause that lady doesn't seem like she's aging at all.

Friday, August 09, 2002

Interruptus

Ok, so I worked all day and the night comes and I'm thinkin': "All RIGHT!!! Time to par-tay!", you know? So I'm all psyched and I get dressed and I go out, and just when I'm having fun, it's all over. Time to go. A real bummer.

But that's OK. I'm going jet-skiing tomorrow!!!!! All pumped up about that.

I gotta watch it, though. The more "pumped up" I get the more of a let-down I get when it doesn't match up to what I'd imagined it would be.
I guess that's so for most everyone, though, isn't it? When you open up your presents Christmas morning, those fabulous presents you thought were under the tree end up being socks and underwear.

Thursday, August 08, 2002

Attitude Is Ugly

OK, picture this: You're in a club, having a cocktail, and a gorgeous guy comes in.
He's well dressed, good body, nice hair and you're thinking
"Wow. He's hot!"
But then you notice he's looking down at people, sneering as if he's discovered he's trapped in a room full of trolls and his whole manner suggests that he thinks he's too good for anyone there.

Is this attractive?

Why these queens put on this "attitude" I'll never understand.
Attitude is ugly.
I notice whenever I go out that there's always a couple of guys who do this and I just wonder why.
Are they movie stars or Calvin Klein models or something?
They need to get over themselves!

. . .

Back to work tonight. It's gonna be especially bad 'cause I was off two days in a row, so my "desensitivation" has worn off.
I'm gonna work hard and smile, smile, smile and hopefully time will go by fast and tips will come rolling in.

Wednesday, August 07, 2002

Step To The Right

Well, this post was supposed to be about how I went jetskiing and how much fun I had -- but it turned out jetskiing was postponed until Saturday, for reasons I won't go into here.
So I'll have to wait until then!

I went out to The Allegro tonight.
I saw my old friend Max and he offered to teach me how to "Salsa" dance, 'cause it was "Salsa Night" and he was the instructor.
Who knew?
I told Max he'd have better luck teaching a pigeon to tap-dance.
When it comes to dancing I have two left feet.

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

Hair Apparent

Went to the Hair Cuttery to get my hair done. Was talking to Kim about it and she asked if they ever messed up my hair and I told her "Not really 'cause I'm very specific when I tell them what I want".
A typical interaction:
Stylist: So, waddah ya want, hon?
Wonder Boy: A shampoo and cut, please.
Stylist: You want a shampoo, or ya want me to spray it with water?
Wonder Boy: I want a shampoo.

[They use Paul Mitchell shampoo, which I'm too cheap to buy myself. I use Suave usually.]

Stylist: So, how do you want it cut?
Wonder Boy: Clippered on the sides and back, and just a small trim on the top.
Stylist: What size guard? We have. . .
Wonder Boy: Size 1.
Stylist: Are you sure? That's awful close.
Wonder Boy: Yes, I'm sure. Size 1.
Stylist: Sideburns--yes, or no?
Wonder Boy: Get rid of 'em. Shave my neck and make a straight line in the back. Use a ruler and a level if you have to.
Stylist: How much of a trim on top?
Wonder Boy: An inch. No, a half-inch. Better yet, a quarter-inch and not a bit more. Understand?! Cut too much and I'll be forced to hurt you! I know Kung Fu!

They probably hate me at the Hair Cuttery---- but I get what I want.

I Got The Itch!

I got this rash on my shins. I don't know how I got it, I must've walked through some poison ivy or something.
Man, it itches something feirce!
I have the hydrocortizone stuff and it's not helping at all. I'm supressing the urge to scratch it, because I know if I do I'll probably scratch myself bloody.

The crew Leader meeting went as I expected. Much ado about nothing. I've been wondering if being a Crew Leader is something I want to do.
(My biggest problem: I always keep second guessing myself.)

I found out from Adrianna that Donnie has been doing exstacy alot.
He has been acting a little strange lately. I just assumed he was drunk.

I don't mess with drugs. I figure the accasional cocktail and smoking is enough.

I might be going to Rehoboth on Wednesday instead of Tuesday (today) 'cause of a dentist appointment.
I tried to see if rescheduling the appointment was possible, 'cause I really wanted to go Tuesday, but it's not.
Dammit!

Monday, August 05, 2002

You Can't Escape

I woke up to the phone ringing. I really hate that.
I had to answer it, though, 'cause I don't have Caller ID or an answering machine or anything at this point.
Tt turned out to be the Sheriff who was on the call-box at the gate door of my apartment building. He said he needed to get in to post eviction notices to some tardy-paying tenants who live here.
There's a big wrought-iron gate around my building with barbed-wire all along the top of it and it's near impossible to get in without a key, so I let him in. I checked his ID first, though.
You can't be too careful!

I was supposed to be off today, but Pinky really needed today off (she said) and I said I'd work for her. It was a good night. No surprises. Good tips. Closing went well, and I got outta there at a reasonable time.
Who could ask for anything more?

A funny (true) story:
A customer was drinking coffee and asked for a refill.
"I'll be right back with the pot.", I told him.
"I don't want any pot," he said, "I want more coffee!"

Making plans for Labor Day. First I thought about going to New York (I love New York!).
Then I was thinking maybe Washington, DC. I lived in DC for a little while and it's a great city. Then I was thinking maybe I should stay local.
I dunno.
I'm so indecisive.

I am a pop-culture sponge.
Any song or commercial or slogan that comes my way is absorbed and stored in my head for absoloutely no good reason.
For example: the new Enrique Iglasias song "Escape" that they're playing to death at work. It's in my head. It's there.
You can run/ You can hide/ But you can't escape my love
All day at work, in the shower, no matter what it is I'm doing the chorus is there in my cranium replaying itself endlessly.
This will contnue until something new comes along to relace it.


What's The Time?

  • What do we call this decade? Can anybody tell me that?
    The period between 1981-1989 was the 80's; between 1990-1999 was, of course, the 90's.
    What do we call the years 2000-2009?
    The Zeros? It just doesn't sound right to me for some reason.
    Someone needs to come up with something.

  • I've decided on a design for the tattoo I want: a winged heart surrounded by flames, possibly with "Wonder Boy" in cursive inside it.
    Keith, who works at Exotic Pleasures (a tattoo parlour near my work) might be doing it. I've been talking it over with him.
    I'm gonna (hopefully)get it done the day of my birthday (October 22nd).

  • I have a Crew Leader meeting to go to tonight.
    It's basically just a "bitch session" where everyone gripes and complains.
    Should be fun.

  • Sunday, August 04, 2002

    I Need A Drink

    What a tiresome day! All night long I was putting out fires (figuratively). This person has a problem, that person has a problem, this person wants to go on break, that person wants to go outside and smoke.
    *ugh* This Crew Leader stuff is getting on my nerves. Plus, the restaurant was filled with evil people who wanted everything five minutes ago and weren’t satisfied with anything.

    You know, I really used to like weekends. I worked at a private long distance and internet provider, Telennium (which went bankrupt and no longer exists) for almost a year doing telephone customer service. I sat in a little cubicle with my computer in front of me and a little headset on and while I was dealing with people who had a 50 cent charge on their long distance bill being all irate with me about it I would dream of the weekend. Five o’clock Friday evening I would go “Yabba Dabba Doo!”, punch my time card, and know that, like most of the world I was free for 2 days.
    My days off are usually Monday and Tuesday and it irks me to see and hear about everyone having fun during the weekend and I’m stuck in the lousy restaurant, wearing a uniform I hate, and by the time I get off all the clubs are closed and all the fun is all over.
    Oh, I’m just bitchin’. I’ll get over it--I usually do.

    Haven’t heard from Fireguy in awhile. Maybe I should email him.


    That blogchalking thing didn’t seem to work so I’m reposting:
    Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: English, United States, Maryland, Baltimore, Jimmy, Male, 31-35!

    Saturday, August 03, 2002

    Clouds In My Coffee

  • It stormed like a mother last night! Thunder and lightning so loud and furious it woke me out of a sound sleep. I can sleep through almost anything, so you just know it was bad. Can’t tell by looking outside now though. It’s sunny, everything’s dry, and it looks like another hot muggy day today.

  • I'm out of non-dairy creamer so it’s no coffee for me this morning. I can’t drink my coffee without a ton of sugar and creamer.

  • I’m getting so disgusted at work. I’m an “acting” Crew Leader until it becomes official. Basically what that means is I have all the duties and responsibilities of a Crew Leader without all the perks. It’s annoying. I realize it’s just something I gotta go through. They wanna make sure I can handle it before they actually promote me. I can understand that, I guess. I just wish they’d hurry.

  • I'm planning on upgrading to Blogger Pro soon which will get rid of that annoying banner ad at the top of the page and I’ll have a spell-check and other goodies.
    Probably not ‘til next week or so because it’s all about paying bills this week.

  • Friday, August 02, 2002

    "Theft Of This Case Is A CRIME!"

    According to the writing on the side of the milk crate you can be fined $50 for every single milk crate you have.
    I'm in big trouble, y'all!
    I have about 10 of 'em. I took them from a supermarket I used to live around over 7 years ago. They're just so useful, you know? I use them for storage in my closet.
    Now when I least expect it the Milk Crate Police are gonna nab me and put me in Milk Crate Prison with all of the other Milk Crate thieves.
    As long as I get a cigarette ration, I'll be OK.

    Thursday, August 01, 2002

    Big Fish

    I got up around 10AM, fed the fish, and now I'm just lying around.
    Young and the Restless is on, but I'm just listening to it, not watching. It's getting so I can predict what's going to happen anyway.
    Every once in awhile they throw me, but not often.

    I sure am glad I didn't drink too much last night, so I have nothing to "recover" from.

    I'm going jetskiing Tuesday.
    I'm kind of scared, 'cause I've never done it before.
    I can't really swim, just "doggie paddle" unough to keep me afloat for awhile.
    They give you a foamy floatation vest, though, so I should be OK.

    Back at work again tonight. In fact, I gotta get my uniform ready now.

    Is it really obvious how blah I'm feeling right now?

    Standing In A Big Room, Waiting For The Big Boom

    Ran into my good friend Adrianna and her girlfriend Kim at Central Station tonight. (This thing'll say it's Thursday, but it's still Wednesday night until I go to bed, or the sun comes up--at least to me.) So I had a couple of Skyy Blues and hung out with them. They are a pretty neat couple. The last time I saw them was Gay Pride Day. We exchanged info, so hopefully we can plan dinner or something soon.

    Saw Eric from the Gay Men's Survey (they distribute free condoms, give advice on safe sex, and do AIDS tests and stuff like that). He shaved his head bald, so I didn't recognize him at first. Then I was like "Oh! Hi!". Even shaven he still looks good. I would never shave my head. My face and forehead are too long for that.

    Up late and I'm gonna be all bleary-eyed tomorrow and regret this, I can tell already.