So I try not to curse on this blog. Well, too much. I'll say f$%k every once in awhile here, but that's usually it. In real life (you know that stuff that happens when you aren't looking at a computer screen?), I curse a bit. I was in the Navy, so I've got a PhD in cursing, but I don't practice it much. Sure a little f&%k, or sh!t will slip out from time to time, but again, not so much.
And so I'm not really sure how to react when someone curses alot. And weirdly. It just seems odd, and off putting. Seriously, who uses the term, "ho-bag"? I'm not exactly sure what it means, but I get the drift.
So how important is cursing compatibility when you are dating someone? Is it a deal breaker?
Seriously, she makes a great molding, decaying, undead doesn't she? She's not very fast, or very smart, but she can smell blood and can hurt you (Obama) or kill you (the democratic party). You keep thinking that if you fun fast enough, that you'll be able to get away from her. But she's everywhere, or atleast her surrogates are. They are the evil clamoring ones who have sold their souls and just await the coming of the kingdom of the undead so they can reap their rewards.
It does sound like a cheap horror movie, doesn't it?
So she wins PA. Well, wasn't she supposed to? Like by a lot. Hmmph! I'm over Hillary. She's like a house guest who doesn't know when to leave. GURL! Pack your bags and go home!
- "you've changed and I don't like the new you." - "Lets face it,we're not right for each other. I thought I knew you, but you're really a D.I.N.O. (Democrat In Name Only), your also mad dog crazy, and way too clingy. Its over baby." - "Hillary, how can I say this? We can still be friends. I mean, we'll still hang out and stuff, ya'know? I just don't think you're good for me right now. My life is heading in a different direction, and right now, you're just a money-sink for me, and I'm kind of a money-sink for you, too. Friends?"
And my favorite:
"Hil, there's no easy way to say this. But, I'm gay. I've fallen for another man. Barack and I have something I just can't explain -- we just so much more in common than you and I did. And he's so positive and inspiring. I believe anything is possible. I know it's tough, but there's nothing you can say that will make me change. I know how stubborn you can be, but you just have to let it go. It's best for both of us that you moveon with your life."
So Museum Man and I went to Bear Happy Hour on Friday at Cobalt. I'm going for the pirate look as Mom calls it, so I might as well put the scruff to some good use. The weather was amazing so we hung out on the outside patio a bit. I had to teach the oh-so-cute, but oh-so-young bartender how to make a Key West Lemonade. Which were D-licious! But then to thank us for teaching him a new drink, he started charging us almost nothing for our drinks. And that was not a good thing. In addition to the fact that someone needs to come up with a Diet Vodka (and seriously, imagine the BILLIONS you could make with that!), I'm a lightweight. So three drinks later, I'm three sheets to the wind. Go figure. Especially since the lunch I ate so many hours early was quite petite. I really do need to pace myself and maybe mix in some non-alcoholic drinks every once in awhile. Needless to say I was feeling no pain and had a good time. I did manage to finagle a kiss the very hunky, scruffy guy who lives across the street from me. It was just a peck, but still. After a long night that included pulling a Kate Moss (the bulimia, not the drugs), I woke with a huge hangover. Really? Three drinks. Praying to the porcelain god. And I still wake up with a hangover. Ugh! I'm a such a lightweight.
Saturday evening, Museum Man and I ventured out dressed in red to the main Cherry event at the 9:30 club. Yes, I'm in my 40s and going to a circuit party. But I was definitely not the oldest there, or the fattest. So there! Anyways we get there a bit early and nurse some beverages (beers, drunk slowly!) until it starts to get hopping. The music is okay. A couple of good songs, but it was really all about the people watching. Now I'm used to the typical attendees at the circuit party. You've got your regulation twinks (young, thin, usually chemically enhanced for the evening) and then you've got your muscle boys (I'd like a double steriod latte!). And the rest of the melange across the gay community. And for the most part, everyone is in a good mood. Drinking, dancing, letting the music carry them to where ever they want to go. But I think I've seen the first of a new breed of circuit guys: circuit thugs. There were about seven or eight of them, heavily muscled, wearing hip hop type clothes, and the big trucker hats a little to the side (which I thought were so 2006!). But they seemed to walk the crowd with a barely submerged sense or aura of violence, like a roid rage was just an accidental bump away. And of course they were absurdly hot. But I'm not sure it was in a good way.
I think we made it till 3AM, and then called it quits. Cherry was the first circuit party I went to after I cam out and after I had returned from Australia and the huge Mardi Gras party there. It was held at the Post Office Pavillion then and Circuit Mom performed. Well Circuit Mom performed at Cherry as well to Idena Menzel's Gorgeous. And now it's my new favorite song. Enjoy!
With land at a premium here in DC, real estate, especially commercial real estate, is very expensive. But what do you do when you've got a 40 year old building that's sitting on some valuable property?
Well you de-construct it. And that's the best word I can use to describe it. You just don't tear it down, you don't blow it up, you de-construct it.
At 18th and I, they wrapped this building in that weird green permeable cloth and slowly tore down the building from the inside, all the way down to a big hole in the ground. At L and 20th, they aren't using the green cloth, and they aren't taking it down to the ground. They are just taking it down to the concrete foundation, so the building is still there, well it's skeleton is atleast. And they will build a new a building using that same foundation. At K and 18, they are slowly carving the building up using a big backhoe excavator. It's fascinating, while the building is empty, the backhoe is just scraping a huge chunk of the concrete, metal pipes, etc out of the foundation, like someone taking a knife to a piece of cheese.
Yep, I'm back. Some weird weeks lately. More if I feel like it.
I guess I knew I was going to be pre-disposed to be in a bad mood today when I tried on a pair of pants and they didn't fit. AGH! So that reverse diet thing is really working! So not happy.
Very busy at work and I've having some odd interactions with some folks. Today I think everyone I talk too just set my nerves on end. I had that whole, "Fuck it I'm out of here" chip on my shoulder all day.
And part of it is because I'm like insanely busy. So I really have a low tolerance for stupid people. I just don't have time for them. And then there are the people who talk down to me. There is no better way to get me to get my guard up than to talk down to me. Umm. Not good.
So I'm stuck in this stupid internet training telecon that starts 20 minutes late because the people running the meeting can't get their act together. Then this one guy is explaining how to use the tool and acting like we are morons: "So when you want to delete a file, click on the trash can next to the file name. The trash can is how you delete a file. I will now click on the trash can and delete the file." Really? I mean REALLY!!! You delete something by clicking on the trashcan? Really! Wow, that's so revolutionary? I can't think of a single system that does uses a trashcan icon as a means to delete something. Can you please explain it again. Oh, and demonstrate is also? I want to make sure I know how to do that. Oh, and dont get me started on the innovative, creative, revolutionary, unique way the system uploads files! AGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then to the dentist. So again, more fun.
Then home. And to the gym. And then to work. And I don't mind (much) working at home till late at night. What I mind is when the Wicked Witch of the West calls me at 830PM and then rambles on for an hour. No REALLY, my time is your time.
So my new 2008 motto was supposed to be, "Be better, not bitter?" Yeah, that's not really working for me right now.
Oh, and United apparently United is grounding it's 777's, which is the aircraft that the Doppelganger is supposed to arrive on tomorrow. If he doesn't make it, I will not be happy.
