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Life is only what you wonder.

Sunday, May 30, 2004

In Memoriam

Memorial Day!
A day where we take the time to remember all those brave souls who died while defending this great country of ours!

What's that you say? It's not about that?
How silly of me! What was I thinking?

Maybe I'd better start over . . .

Memorial Day!
It's about cookouts! Backyard barbecues! Picnics!
Charcoal briquets! Steaks and hamburgers, cans of cold beer buried in buckets of ice!
Potato and macaroni salad, pork and beans on paper plates!
And sunshine! Can't forget the sunshine!

While most everyone is enjoying the mesquite flavor of meat cooking over hot coals and slaking their thirsts with malted beverages, it's my sacred duty to slave away in the restaurant, serving all those people who were unlucky enough not to be invited to the barbecues I mentioned above.

It's a thankless job, but somebody has to do it.

I hope everybody enjoys their day.
Have fun, have food, have sex. Have it all!

And have a weenie* for me, OK?

(*link is NOT safe for work!)

Saturday, May 29, 2004

The Year Of The Locust

cicada (si k? da) n., large, noise-producing insect of the order homoptera, with a stout body, a stout body, wide blunt head, and large transparent wings and the males of which produce a loud buzzing noise usually by stridulation

It's all people are talking about. These are among some of the tidbits I've been hearing from people lately:

  • Cicadas are a delicacy and make very tasty treats.
    (I don't know about you, but I've got better things to do with my time than deep-fry some insects.)

  • Find a rare blue-eyed cicada and you could receive $1,000.
    (Apparently it was all a big hoax, but that didn't stop people from looking anyway.)

  • Cicadas have stingers like wasps or bees and will sting you if you get too close.
    (Totally false. Cicadas don't have stingers.)
And the buzz continues. . .

Friday, May 28, 2004

Everyone Likes A Quickie Once In Awhile

Various musings for today:
  • I saw Shrek 2 yesterday. It was as good (and better in some parts) as the first one. If you liked the first one, you'll probably like this.

  • Before Shrek 2, I saw the trailer for I, Robot. Being an Isaac Asimov fan from way back, I'm defin'ly looking forward to seeing that.

  • I got some antique-lookin' table lamps for the bedroom. They're beautiful and -- best of all --they were on sale! Regularly priced at $100 each, they were marked down to $50 each and when I got them to the register they gave me an additional 50% off.
    75% off? Hell, YES!! What else can I buy?!

  • Yesterday's work was a total waste of time. First, they had me in the Banquet Room because they had two parties scheduled. I kept waiting around and none of the scheduled parties showed up. So I walked home with no money yesterday.
    My manager said she would pay me minimum wage for the three hours I was there, which is better than nothing, but not much.

  • Went out for a few drinks at the newly renovated Port In A Storm last night. It looked like a totally different bar in there.

  • My manager also said she's put me in a really good section tonight, to make up for yesterday's SNAFU.
    We'll see, but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

As Time Goes By

    Thursday, May 27th, 2004

    Dear Jimmy:

    Knowing you, and I know you very well (how could I not?), and knowing how you're always so focused on what's going on RIGHT NOW, and how forgetful you sometimes are, chances are you've forgotten all about writing this letter.

    It's a little strange writing to you (me), considering that I have no idea what will be going on in your (my) life as you're reading this.

    Ten years ago, I was living a totally different life than the one that I'm living now, and chances are, the future will be just as unpredictable.

    Having said that, let me just refresh your memory on where I (you) are at right now, and what's going through my (your) mind about the way things are . . .

So begins my letter to my future self, set to deliver on May 27th, 2014, exactly ten years from this date.

As long as I have the same email address, (I've had this one nearly ten years, so I don't see it changing any time soon) it'll be delivered right to my future self's INBOX.

Jimmy of ten years from now is in for a surprise.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Set The Clock Back - We're Not Growing Old

When I was jaunting around downtown yesterday, I happened to run into Kevin, this guy I used to have a little crush on years ago.

When I first met him he was in his mid to late 20's and I was 19.
It didn't take long to realize that he wasn't interested in me at all. He liked the older "daddy" type and a li'l twink like I was just didn't fit the bill.
I eventually got over it.

Anyway, it had been awhile since I had seen him last.
(Seven years? Eight?)
He was actually the one who spotted me. When I'm running around sometimes I'm I'm so focused on what I've gotta do next, I'm oblivious to the world around me.
So I'm walking down the street and I hear someone call my name.


I turned and it was Kevin.
We exchanged greetings and then he remarked,
"You haven't changed a bit!"

He hadn't changed much either, except that his hair, once jet black, had a small scattering of grey at the temples. Otherwise, he looked exactly the same.

I've been hearing this "haven't changed a bit" line a lot lately from people I haven't seen in awhile, with a slight trace of envy in their voices.
As if I'm some Dorian Gray with a portrait hidden in my attic that ages while I stay eternally youthful.
Ha. I wish.

I've never worried too much about getting older. It's going to happen whether I want it to or not, so why worry about it?
I mean, Brad Pitt just turned 40 and most people would agree that he's definitely not over the hill, and he hardly looks middle-aged.

It's all in your head, though.
I may not look older, but I feel older and older every day.
When I start thinking of 18 year olds as "kids", when I realize that song I loved in High School is almost twenty years old, when I hear myself saying things like "I haven't roller skated in fifteen years", I feel old, old, old.

Then I get carded at the club and suddenly everythings all right again.

I'm just going to enjoy where I am right now and forget about the numbers.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Hands Off My Power Supply

OK, my "weekend" is here again and I'm so happy not to be working I could just burst (figuratively speaking).

I waited on a group of gay men yesterday and it was like the United Colors of Benetton.
There was a white one, a black one, an Hispanic one, an Asian one, and the other one was possibly Native American, although I wouldn't swear to it.

Not that it matters.

The thing was great about it was seeing all kinds of different people interacting with one another.
I don't know how it is in other regions, but in Baltimore it seems like everything is separated.
You've got your predominantly white bars/clubs (The Hippo, Grand Central), you've got your predominantly black bars (The Sportsman, Club Bunns) but there's nowhere in between.
And if you see an Asian or Hispanic man in either of the bars/clubs I listed above then it's your lucky day!

That's the thing I love about NYC, there's a little of everything there.

After lying around the house jamming to my CD's, which is all I've done today besides get dressed and brush my teeth, I'm about to go downtown to take care of some biz.
It's the usual stuff I do on my first day off: pay some bills, go shopping, and enjoy wearing regular clothes instead of my uniform.
I'm wearing my lucky shoes so absolutely nothing bad can happen to me today.

I'm probably going out tonight.
I don't exactly know where yet.
I know I need to go somewhere new -- someplace I haven't been before.

I'm getting tired of the Same Old Thing.

Saturday, May 22, 2004

Pride And Prejudice

There's this new girl that just started as a server at my restaurant, and right from day one I was hearing stories about she doesn't like black people, she doesn't like gay people.
Someone told me they heard her refer to a black family as *n-words*. (You know the word I mean.)
So after hearing that, I was having absolutely nothing to do with her.
Neither was the rest of the staff.

Years ago, I would have tried to convince her that prejudice is wrong, and her way of thinking was faulty, etc.
But after wasting my breath over and over through the years I had previously come to the realization that (prepare yourself for some real wisdom here) prejudiced people aren't rational.
There's no reasoning with them. Telling them that race doesn't matter, that people are basically the same, that human beings are all one race, or whatever arguement you can think of, does no good at all.
If they were thinking rationally they wouldn't be prejudiced in the first place.

Please allow me to digress for just a moment to say that I loathe the n-word. It's one of the most horribe and disgusting words in the history of language. I will never use it, and I hate hearing it. I could hardly bear to watch the movie Mississippi Burning because it was n-word this and n-word that.
And it troubles me a little that the black community uses this word so freely. Yes, I know they replaced the "er" at the end with an "a", and that it has a different connotation then when white people use it, the word empowers the black race, etc., etc., etc. I've heard it all before.
It just doesn't make sense to me.
It would be like me walking around saying "faggot, faggot, faggot" all the time.

Anyway, back to the story.

So nobody's talking to this chick and somehow she gets wind of the reason why so she goes around telling everyone she "would never say anything like that", her uncle is gay and she loves her uncle, and "my best friend is black".
(Why do people always say that?)

Anyway, since I, myself didn't actually hear her say those things, and it was one of those "someone said someone heard her say it" kind of deals, I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt.
For now.

But I'm keeping my eyes and ears open.

Thursday, May 20, 2004

New Review

Blondie - The Curse of Blondie

The Curse of Blondie is definitely quirky, which is what you expect from Blondie. They've done songs about armored car heists (The Hardest Part), alien invaders (Attack of the Giant Ants) and espionage (Contact in Red Square), after all.
With Blondie you can expect anything.

The CD opens with Shakedown, yet another song where Debbie tries to rap. She did it great years ago in Rapture, but in this song it seems like she's trying too hard.
The retro-disco song Good Boys is infectious and one of the best songs on the CD.
The next track Undone is classic Blondie, sounding like a song that should have been on 1979's Eat to the Beat.
Magic (Asadoya Yunta) is a haunting beautiful song that showcases Harry's voice beautifully as does the ethereal Rules For Living.

There are some gems on this CD, most notably the songs Desire Brings Me Back, and Last One in the World, but some of them are bland (The Tingler, Hello Joe, End to End) and totally unworthy of the group.
The Curse of Blondie should really have been better than this.

Diehard Blondie fans (like myself)will absolutely love this CD, but it's doubtful that anyone else will.
And that's sad, really.

Debbie Harry and Co. are still plugging along, but is anyone still listening?

Wednesday, May 19, 2004


I'm not good at remembering dates, so it's no surprise to me that I totally forgot it was my buddy Fireguy's birthday yesterday.

It totally slipped my mind.
I even had it written down on my calander and everything and I still missed it -- which goes to show how much I actually pay attention to things.

So anyway, it's a day late but . . .
Happy Birthday!

An e-Card is on it's way to your INBOX even as I type this.

I'm going to go crawl under my rock now.

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Show It Off!

I just got back from getting a new hairdo.
Anyone who knows me knows what that means . . .
I defin'ly gotta go out tonight and show it off!

There's something about getting my hair done that just makes me feel real good.
I stand taller, walk prouder.
Hell, I might even strut a little and not even notice it! LOL!

Anyway, I know I'm going out somewhere tonight.
I don't know when or where, but it's going to happen.

Life lesson for the day:
Always, always trust your instincts and your intuition.

I was waiting tables yesterday when about twenty old ladies walked into the restaurant and they were all wearing these humongous bright red hats that had all these red feathers, bows, sequins and whatnot all over them.
I thought "What the hell is this, the Red Hat Society?"
So I looked in the reservation book and right there was printed:


Trust and believe.

Sunday, May 16, 2004

"Waiter, There's A Fly In My Soup!"

"Not so loud, sir, or everyone will be wanting one!"

Sometimes things get weird.
Here's the story:

Along with my other tables I'm serving a party of ten at the restaurant. Everything was going fine, everybody's happy. The air is filled with the murmur of many conversations and the clinking of flatware against china plates.
Everyone in my section is satisfied (for the moment) and I duck into the Server Station to take a breather for a minute and that's when the dung hit the fan.

One of the party found the corpse of a small little gnat hidden amongst his Buffalo wings and started totally Kirking out about it.

(Let me just state for the record that this was not my fault. He had gotten the wings from the All-You-Can-Eat buffet, which means he himself had scooped up the fly -- along with his chicken -- onto his own plate.
I don't want anyone thinking I'd bring someone a plate of food with a nice juicy fly in it.
Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

"That is (expletive deleted) disgusting!" he shouted (among other things), rising to his feet and pointing at his plate.
He was being so loud you could hear him all over the restaurant without even trying.

Suddenly there was dead silence in the restaurant as all the guests stopped everything and stared at the scene this guy was making. You could have heard a pin drop.

When I heard the commotion I dashed right over.

"I want to see your manager NOW!" he barked at me.

"What's the problem, Sir?" I asked. I knew he was upset about something, but at this point I had no idea what it could be.

"Look at my Goddamn plate and you tell me what my (expletive deleted) problem is!!"

The rest of the party looked embarrassed, like they wanted to crawl under the table and the woman next to him (his wife?) was trying to calm him down, but he wasn't having none of that.

So the manager comes over, listens to him rant for a few minutes and then offers to comp his meal, but he says that isn't good enough and starts ranting again.

"You need to refund ALL our meals! We've ALL lost our appetites! I found a GODDAMN RODENT in my food!"

He's SCREAMING at this point, he's trembling, his face is all flushed, and the entire restaurant is spellbound watching the drama unfold.

It was only my inhuman self-control that kept me from saying, "Sir, a rodent is a mouse, gerbil, or hampster. That's an insect."
I can only imagine what would have happened if I had.

So the manager gives them a full refund and they just get up and leave.
I had a big mess to clean up and needless to say they didn't leave a tip. Even though, as I previously stated, none of it was my fault.

I could never imagine myself making a scene like that in a public place no matter what happened. There's a better way to handle something like that.
I mean, what would you have done?

I remember one time a woman in my section found a hair in her Caesar salad and she totally flipped out about it.
Let me explain that this woman had long, kinky, flame-red hair. (You've already figured out where I'm going with this, haven't you?)
When we examined the salad in the back, the hair that was in the salad was long, kinky, and flame-red.
I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but it was pretty obvious it was one of her own hairs she found.
She demanded a refund and of course we gave it to her, but I ask you, is it our fault this woman's hair was falling out?

Things like this shouldn't surprise me.
When you deal with the public, you need to prepare for the fact that every once in awhile you're going to have to deal with a crazy person.

Saturday, May 15, 2004

What Are You Googling At?

This is for all the people that arrived here through a link via Google:
If you came here expecting nude photos of Brad Pitt, Steve Sandvoss, JC Chasez, Tom Welling, Gael Garcia Bernal, Andy Roddick or the models of Abercrombie & Fitch, sorry to disappoint, but you won't find them here.
Good luck in your search for porn. Lord knows there's enough of it out there.

My "Search Engine Referrer List" is lousy with "naked boy photos" "nude Brad Pitt" "Tom Welling naked" "Abercrombie boys nude" and so forth.

As soon as I get the chance I'm fixing it so that when the words "naked" or "nude" are entered into the search box, this site will not be one of the results.

Some weeding and pruning is in order, I think.

Friday, May 14, 2004

I'm Feeling Young And Restless - And I Don't Mean The Soap Opera

Do you ever sometimes feel like life is stagnant, and you've done all there is to do, and there's nothing you particularly want to do anyway, so why bother?

That's the kind of mood I'm in right now.

My buddy Fireguy is wooing this 22 year old British boy and I'm kind of jealous envious.
It's not that I want out of the relationship I'm in or anything, or that I'm not happy, it's just my single friends seem to have more fun than I do.
Going out all the time, dating different man, even all the drama and relationship problems they have seem exciting to me.
It pisses me off!
And it pisses me off that I'm feeling this way in the first place.

I had a lot of fun myself when I was single, but then there were many times when I was miserable because there wasn't anybody special in my life.
And while sex with a different guy every night is exciting and thrilling at first, it gets kind of cold and stale after awile.

And it's like I realize this, and I'm fully aware of how irrational it sounds, but knowing it doesn't make a difference really.
How messed up is that?

I remember years ago living in that dumpy "studio" apartment that was more like a closet with a toilet, and the only thing in my refrigerator was a bottle of ketchup, and working a crummy job that paid me very little and not knowing how I was going to come up with the rent, and I think
"How could I possibly be nostalgic for that?"
I must be crazy.

There's something exciting about living hand to mouth. There's that element of danger that makes your blood run faster, that makes your heart pump stronger. Plus, when you don't have much it makes you appriciate what you have that much more.

And all the time I keep asking myself "What happens next? What now?"

I'm just full of all these conflicting and contradictory emotions at this point.
I'm used to my mood swings by now, so I know I'll get over it.

Thursday, May 13, 2004

Us-ers Vs. Them-ers

I’ve always been a big fan of Dr. Seuss (Theodore Geisel).
As a matter of fact, Green Eggs and Ham was one of my favorite childhood books.
So I was very pleasantly surprised to find Part Two of The Great Go-Goop War, by Tom Chalkley, in the latest Baltimore City Paper.

In case you missed it, here’s Part One.

How will it end?
what will transpire as the Us-ers tower grows higher and higher?
No one can tell just what it will be,
But I’m seriously hoping they’ll be a Part Three.
OK, I admit it, I’m no Dr. Seuss -- but I tried.

UPDATE: I just recieved an email from Tom Chalkley himself, and I quote:

"I may be committed to a Part III just because the story's not over yet. I can imagine it ending with the Great Tower falling over!"
Defin'ly looking foreward to it, Prof. Chalk.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

It's Always Something

The house has been invaded and ants are crawling everywhere.
It's kind of like that really bad Suzanne Somers movie Ants! except these ants aren't poisonous.
At least I hope not.

I thought the ants were bad at the other apartment, but that wasn't anything compared to the infestation that's going on here.
I've gone through several cans of Raid and they're still coming.

I sat my juice down on the counter for a couple of minutes and then picked it up and absentmindedly was about to drink it, and then I looked at the glass and there were ants crawling all over it.
If I hadn't have looked first, I'd have had a mouth full of bugs.

Admittedly, it could be worse. The house could be swarming with cockroaches, in which case I would be running for the door screaming like a woman.

I don't like the ants in my house, but roaches make my skin crawl.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Think Pink

OK, It's been a couple of days, and I log into Blogger to post something and . . .WTF?

Everything is looking all unusual.
The page where I type these clever little posts are all rearranged, the colors are all different.

Actually, I quite like it!
It's less cluttered, and it seems to load a little faster, and I love the Preview Post option.
Change is good.

The last couple of days can only be described a hectic.
Sunday was Mother's Day, and we were hella busy as I suspected we would be.
Last Mother's Day I was working at the other restaurant and I suspected things would be that bad at The Willies, but surprisingly they weren't as bad as I suspected they would be.
The hostesses and servers and busboys all worked together like a well-oiled machine. At the other restaurant it was nothing but chaos and pandemonium.

We had a mammoth amount of differently colored carnations and we were giving them out to all the mothers.
I saw a lot of men wearing pink, and one guy was wearing a carnation pink suit with a pink shirt and pink tie and pink shoes. All he needed was a pink carnation for his lapel -- so I gave him one.
He looked at me like I was nuts when I handed it to him, but dammed if he didn't put it on.

Yesterday was my double shift and I'm off today, but I'm kind of tired.
Mondays are my Fridays, so that makes today Saturday. The rest of the world is stuck in the office pushing papers around and I'm tooling around the city doing whatever I want.
(Unfortunately, it works the other way too.)

There's a carnival that's setting up near my house in the big parking lot of the shopping center down the street.
I'm defin'ly trying to check that out later, have a beer, ride the Tilt-A-Whirl, spin the wheel of fortune, maybe have some cotton candy and then zoom downtown after that for a few cocktails.

I got it all planned out.

Saturday, May 08, 2004

Pointless Meme of the Day:

1. Go into your blog archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to it).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
"Lots of stuff went down with me and the husband last night and it wasn't pretty!"
(from this post, Saturday, April 20, 2002.)

Friday, May 07, 2004

You're Toxic

Have you ever felt like the only person in this world you want to be around is yourself?
It's like yesterday, everything and everybody was just grating on my nerves and the only thing I wanted was just to not be around people.
This incuded pretty much everybody.
If everyone on the face of the planet would just vanish --Poof begone! -- I would be OK with that.

I used to think I was a "people person", but I'm not so sure about that anymore. Right then, I just want to hide myself in a cave.
I was thinking that I must have a Social Anxiety Disorder, but this "I hate the world" mood doesn't happen very often.

I'm a very happy person, usually.
Really, it's true, I tell you!

It also didn't help that we were really slow in the restaurant and I barely made any money. That's always a downer.

Anyway, I got over it all, and now I'm ready to face a brand new day!

Also, some more great news: I found out yesterday that my very good friend Fireguy is coming up to visit sometime around the 20th.
For real this time.
I'm very very happy about that.

Thursday, May 06, 2004

Mustache Rides - Free!

    Some "quickies" for today:

  • This weather just doesn't know what it wants to do.
    Chilly and windy one day, sunny the next, rainy the next, and now sunny again.
    In about a month or so I'll be complaining it's "too dang hot", so I should enjoy the mild weather while I can.

  • I'm going out and getting this as soon as I can.

  • OMG! I don't know which is worse, the way things are now, or the way they could have been.

  • I've added a new logo, changed the color scheme a tad, and added a side blog (though I'm not quite sure what I wanna do with it yet).
    Waddaya think?
    Did anyone even notice?

  • Goodbye. I'll miss you.

  • I didn't go out for Cinco de Mayo.
    It's just as well. A Cuervo-induced hangover is the last thing I need at this point.

  • How odd would it be for me to be clean shaven and wearing a Mustache Rides - Free!" t-shirt?

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Listen To Your Mama

You have to admit, your mother gave you pretty good advice.
She taught you to look both ways when you're crossing the street.
She told you to wash your hands, not take candy from strangers, and other useful things.

Since Mother's Day is right around the corner, here are some . . .

Things My Mother Taught Me

My Mother taught me LOGIC. . .
"If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you can't go to the store with me."

My Mother taught me MEDICINE. . .
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they're going to freeze that way."

My Mother taught me TO THINK AHEAD. . .
"If you don't do well in school, you'll never get a good job!"

My Mother taught me BIOLOGY. . .
"If you keep cracking your knuckles like that your fingers will fall off!"

My Mother taught me ESP. . .
"Put your sweater on -- don't you think that I know when you're cold?"

My Mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE. . .
"What were you thinking?
Answer me when I talk to you! Don't talk back to me!"

My Mother taught me HUMOR. . .
"When you fall and break your leg, don't come running to me."

My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT. . .
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you will never grow up."

My mother taught me ABOUT SEX. . .
"How do you think you got here?"

My mother taught me about GENETICS. . .
"You are just like your father!"

My mother taught me about my ROOTS. . .
"Do you think you were born in a barn?"

My Mother taught me HYGIENE. . .
"You always need to be wearing clean underwear. Always. If you're in an accident and you're not in clean underwear, I will die of shame."

My mother taught me about the WISDOM of AGE. . .
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION. . .
"Just wait until your father gets home."

My mother taught me about RECEIVING. . .
"You are going to get it when we get home."

And my all time favorite thing- JUSTICE. . .
"One day you will have kids, and I hope they turn out just like YOU -- then you'll see what it's like!"

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

I had a pretty good last couple of days.

Work has been going well, the money's been good and I've gotten some really good sections of the restaurant lately.

When things are in my favor, more so than they ought to be (like getting great sections three days in a row, for instance) -- what do I do? I say nothing.
What do I do when I get one crappy section after another? I bitch up a storm.
I guess I'm not the stickler for fairness that I always thought I was. I came to that sad realization yesterday.
But what's the alternative?
Go to my manager and say "I had good sections the last couple of days, Cathy. Put someone else in my section and give me that crappy drafty section by the bathroom"?
Don't hold your breath!

Went out to The Quest the other day after work and ran into Vince who used to work at my restaurant, but has since moved on to greener pastures.
He works at Friday's now and he says the money is really good, and he enjoys his work.
I hadn't seen him in awhile so it was good running into him.

I've got a lot of errands to run today: cashing my paycheck, paying bills, mailing letters, laundry. But I'm off all day, so I can do them at my own speed.
I could actually do some of them tomorrow, because I'm off then too, but I'd rather have an empty slate with nothing on my list that absolutely HAS to be done.

There's been all these reports on TV lately about melanoma and skin cancer.
Telling us just wasn't enough, they've been showing these horrible pictures of cancerous moles that nearly made me lose my lunch.
So another thing on my list for today is to buy some sunscreen with the highest SPF I can find.
Either that or a radiation suit.

Sunday, May 02, 2004

Who's That Guy?

This month's Hottie is
Chris Carmack, star of the hit FOX TV show The OC.

He's also a model for Abercrombie & Fitch.

And everyone knows how I feel 'bout dem 'Crombie boys!

What's The Motto With You?

This years Baltimore Gay Pride theme: Vive la Difference!
"Ooh la la!

Baltimore’s Pride celebration is as diverse as our community.
It’s a nightclub without walls.
It’s a festival in the park.
It’s a parade with outrageous drag queens.

Vive la difference indeed!"

My comment: Vive la difference?
What the hell is different? They just described every single Gay Pride I've ever been to, anywhere.

Far be it for me to be so critical, but couldn't they have come up with something better than this?

Saturday, May 01, 2004

Take It Off

It's May 1st, and longtime readers of this blog all know what that means . . .I've noticed that people go a little nuts around this time of year.
It's like seeing all this skin around and people wearing skimpy t-shirts and shorts makes everyone's hormones go into overdrive.

I guess after months of seeing people in long sleeves and pants and then suddenly seeing all that flesh increases the libido or something.

Not that I'm complaining or anything.