10 Things Tuesday

Okies...Tuesday...10 Things...you know the drill.

51.) I can wiggle my ears and entire scalp.
52.) I prefer boxerbriefs to just boxers or briefs.
53.) I've never been water skiing or snow skiing.
54.) I have been ice skating several times, but fall down a lot.
55.) I go through food phases...I find something I like and can easily make...then eat it for a few weeks and get burned out on it.
56.) I have absolutely no real direction in my life, thinking about my future career path scares me.
57.) I get my haircut once a month (and my eyebrows shaped up...ok waxed)
58.) I've been ticketed for speeding twice, and got out of a speeding ticket twice too.
59.) I was raised Southern Baptist, but for the last month have been attending a church for GLBT folk...their message is "Everyone is welcome at God's table".
60.) I have a dozen pairs of shoes in my closet...I only wear about half...the others are old or uncomfortable.

Monday, Monday

For the last three Mondays, I've made the 1:35 minute trek from the big city back home to the little town. It's usually a big letdown, after having a weekend full of fun and then looking ahead to a week full of work. This morning wasn't so bad. I've still got that goofy grin and googly eyed look (the BF started calling me out on the googly eye thing last weekend), and I can't help it.

Instead of going up to the Big City on Friday after work, I had to do that ACT test giving thing Saturday morning. It was fairly painless, but quite boring. For $75 for four hours of work, I'm not complaining. I got done earlier than I thought and headed up to see my baby. He's having a rough time with some of his friends, so I didn't know exactly how he'd be feeling. Luckily things are on the mend, so hopefully it'll get better. Thom and I met up with some of his other friends from church for dinner at a bar and then went walking around a Halloween block party.

Oh before the block party, which was interesting to say the least, we went see "Running With Scissors" at a movie theater in a 'big fancy hotel'. The movie was one of those 'make you think' type flicks, which I actually enjoy since I'm not one to frequent the movies. The last two I saw were Brokeback Mountain and Memoirs of a Geisha back in January. RWS had some big names and some very clever writing and good moments, but the ending left me wanting a little more resolution. It was there...but it was all build build build, climax, over. No real falling resolutions.

After dinner, a movie, and the block party, Thom and I went to a lesbian bar and watched a really lame costume contest. We left before midnight and joked we're getting old, because we were tired and ready for bed.

Sunday we woke up and did the routine of stopping for bagels before church. The extra hour of sleep was much welcomed btw. Church once again was excellent. The sermon was on hope and help. How God gives us hope and help, etc etc. We scored some free pizza for lunch after church, thanks to something else going on that afternoon....and then....

*** TRUMPET FANFARE***

Now for our feature presentation...

We went to see Sordid Lives!!!

Thom lives in the downtown area of the Big City, so the theater was just a 10-15 minute walk. Plus the Big City was also having a parade for some red bird sports team that just won some big event or something...so traffic would have been a major pain.

Sordid Lives on stage was so magical. Our seats were perfect...6 row..center...fab-u-lous! How gay does that sound? I might as well open my mouth and let a pearl studded purse fall out. Of course there were many variations from the movie, but the add ins and everything else just really worked well. Afterwards, we snuck down with the VIP ticketholders (because a friend of a friend of a friend told us to do it) and got some pictures and autographs made.



I got my picture made with Sarah Hunley who plays Juanita, my favorite character from the production. Yeah that's Thom on the right. I also got a tshirt with one of my favorite lines from the play. Scroll down past a better picture of Juanita...it's the one that says' Shooter Wardell, shooter in the head.'

Okies...I gotta fix some lunch and get ready for work.

Later gators!

Sordid Lives LIVE!

Hey all...

I'm sooo amped, pumped, and stoked (wow I've never said those words before), because on Sunday, I get to see the namesake of this blog.

LIVE!

ON STAGE!

ENSEMBLE CAST!

Sordid Lives is playing in a theater that my wonderful boyfriend Thom managed to get free tickets to...6th row Center! Woo hoo...Delta Burke, Leslie Jordan, and several other peeps from the movie version will be performing. If you haven't seen the movie....WATCH IT SOON!

I can't see my baby though just yet...I have to wait until Saturday afternoon...because I recently picked up a part time job as a proctor...and tomorrow is an ACT test day.

Ok, best wishes for a fabulous Halloween weekend to all you prince and princesses!

What's that Smell

Ok, it's Wednesday, and since our pal Dirk Mancuso milked two posts out of me yesterday, I'm going to slack a little today.

This morning I woke up to go to the gym, and went outside to get in the jeep, when this horrid stench hit me. Wet dog...no. Moldy trash...hmm...nope. Sweaty gym socks...no way. Apparently it's a paper factory about 45 miles away, and since the wind and humidity is at a certain level...WHAM...it smells like day old crap...or something foul smelling.

Oh, since it's Wednesday, and time for America's Next Top Model tonight, I'll leave you with a saying from the BF. "One of you bitches is going home!" Cause we all know Tyra really wants to say that.

Smooches!

More Weekend Update Because Dirk Wanted it and What Dirk Wants, Dirk Gets, So here you go Dirk!!!

Wow...two posts in one day...just because the lovely Mr. Dirk Mancuso wanted more details.

So the non argument was more of a discussion about how he thinks I don't speak my mind enough and that I'm too agreeable. How I'm always wanting to do whatever he wants and not what I want. My response was that I can't suggest places to go or things to do in a town where I'm not familiar with what's cool and what's not. So unless it's someplace that sounds terrible or whatever, I wouldn't object.

Example...

He: Where do you want to go eat?
Me: I dunno...Italian sounds good...what do you recommend?
He: Hmm...Ok, let's go to *insert Italian restaurant*
Me: Sounds good.

And scene.

To me, that's not caving in or compromising. To his credit, I do tend to be easy going, and will only refuse to do something if it absolutely upsets me or it's something I don't want to do. Just ask the Gal Pal about pitching a fit for not wanting to eat at Taco Bell.

I know nothing overly dramatic, but it was the first point of uncomfortableness between us, so yeah I probably got a little excited about a whole lotta nothing.

Thom tells me he's not used to others catering to him, and I told him to get used to it, but I'll be more conscious about making decisions or planning things for us.

End of non-story.

So there Dirkie, I could have just emailed, but decided to double post.

Feliz Navidude!

10 Things Tuesday & Weekend Recap

Hey all...it's Tuesday, so that means 10 more useless, boring facts about "W"!

41.) I'm a people pleaser, although not as bad in my younger days, but I still like to make people happy.
42.) I'm nearsighted in one eye and farsighted in the other. No it does not balance out.
43.) I've never lived in a city with more than 50,000 people.
44.) I love to travel and have been to both coasts, and to Europe twice (Rome & Paris).
45.) I keep way too many receipts and various credit cards in my wallet, so I don't put it in my back pocket, I just carry it in my coat or manbag.
46.) I'm falling in love with a wonderful man. I've never been this excited or scared in my life.
47.) I'm still not 'out' to my family.
48.) I wear a size 10 shoe
49.) I have more than a dozen pairs of shoes and sandals in my closet, I only wear about half of them.
50.) My coffee table books are "A Beautiful Life", "Face Forward, "When I Knew" and "The Tori Amos Anthology".

This is getting tougher each week, I'm not sure I can find 50 more facts.

Anyhoo, the weekend was really good. I had an awesome time with Thom. We're still in that getting to know each others quirks phase. Which kinda led to a not so great conversation, but it wasn't an argument or anything, just a 'hey I kinda notice this about you'. I know the entire relationship can't be all glitter and gold, so it's a bit of a relief to come off the romance high slightly and still feel great about things. We went on a hayride Saturday night...it rained...but was still a good excuse to cuddle up under an umbrella. I had on a sweater and gave him my jacket so he wouldn't get cold. Sunday we went to church and lunch with some church peeps. All in all just an enjoyable time. Then I woke up Monday and had to come back home and go to work. Not enjoyable.

The situation with the sis and nephew aren't quite as bad, but it's definitely a setback. The judge ruled there wasn't any ground for terminating the father's rights, EVEN though the law clearly was broken. So now it's in the hands of another judge to determine custody. I'm not sure when that'll happen.

Okies...gotta go to the grocery.

Have a great day/night/whatever!

"W"

Highs and Lows

I'm off today, went to an awesome cycling class, did a circuit of weight training (or something like that), now I need to make some lunch plans and pack for my weekend with the BF.

My life is all upside down. Cue Jack Johnson fading up in the background...

Things with Thom are awesome...couldn't be better...but things with my fam aren't so well. My sis and bro in law are foster parents. They've been fostering a boy since he was two days old. He'll be two next month. The time passed for his parents to start the return to family process, but somehow the state didn't file the paperwork when they were supposed to, so two months after the adoption process should have started for my sister, the biological dad pops into the picture (only because his parents want to raise the child), and gets visitation. Sounds bad...and it is. He's missed several appointments and visits, but it still looks like they're going to return him to the bio family. While I understand the birthdad is young, he knew his girlfriend was pregnant, they lived together during the pregnancy...so that's nine months to think about stuff, plus a whole other year once he was born to figure out what he wanted. My 'nephew' cries everytime he has to go for visitation, b/c he doesn't know what's going on. My sis and bro in law can't biologically have kids, so they turned to the foster/adoption route. Yes they know the risks involved, but after two years??? It's kinda sad. I'm very worried they'll lose the little guy and that will be so terrible.

Anyhoo, not to bring you all down on the weekend...just something weighing on my mind.

Take care of yourself and each other...

"W"

Odds and Ends Thursday

Ok, so I was watching the repeat of the Project Runway finale. What a surprise! Those tricky editors and producers, making us think Jeffery just might get cut from the competition because of 'outside' help. Wow...I was suckered in...very reality TV when I try to think PR is a bit different than most other reality shows...WRONG.

I managed to see Jeffery, Laura, and Michael's collections, but missed my gal Uli. So I really can't cheer for her and say she was robbed...however a bit late in the game, I stumble across this blog... http://projectrungay.blogspot.com/ very funny, especially on down when they talk about Uli.

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We've about had it with Uli. Do you all have any idea how hard it is to be bitchy about someone who's so sweet?

We wanted to see her and Tim get vasted! We thought her apartment would be nothing but ashtrays full of roaches and empty Captain Morgan bottles. Instead, it was like watching a sorority girl take her father on a tour of the campus.

Oh, that's it. Living in the cold, colorless world of East Germany, dreaming of the future by watching "Miami Vice" episodes? You have gone too far, Fräulein! Tell us you hate Laura, tell us you're an alcoholic, hell, tell us you shot a man in Reno just to watch him die - anything!

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Anyhoo....fun times...kisses all around!

You Asked For It!

So a few posters wanted to know a little more about this guy I've been seeing for a few weeks now who still has no name. I think Mr. Wonderful is a pretty good description, but after a month of anonymity, we'll call him Thom.

After returning from vacation in early September, I decided to grab life by the balls and make a few changes. One of those changes included expanding my dating radius, cause there's just not anyone around worth dating. Lo and behold, I enter a chat room, search the profiles, and WHAM! There's Thom. Very cute with stunning blue-grey eyes and a smile that would light up a room. We started chatting, and he seemed to have a great personality among other things in common.

After a week of chatting off and on, I suggested we meet. He seemed hesitant at first, but we finally agreed to go out...sometime. Our weekend schedules were kinda busy and didn't align well, but soon made plans to meet on a Saturday. I blogged about how I cancelled because of bad weather, and now regret delaying something so wonderful. The following weekend he came down and we went out. I blogged about that too. I went home the next weekend, he was out of town for a conference, so we had to wait two weeks to see each other again, and it was painful let me tell you.

The best thing about all of this, is that Thom and I don't have to play games. It's all real. We talk about what we're thinking, feeling, wanting. It's just so comfortable to have someone who seems to genuinely care for me as much as I care for him. Yeah yeah, I know it's early, but I'm definitely enjoying every day more and more because of him.

I also really like the fact he's very committed to his faith in God. We went to the Metropolitan Community Church together, and it was an incredible service last Sunday. It means so much that Thom is grounded and wow...I just can't put into words how he makes me feel.

It's been dark and rainy and overcast the last three days...but all I see is sunshine.

Hope your week is going as well as mine, since I'm the luckiest man alive.

20 Things Tuesday

I realized in yesterday's post, I wrote 20 things Tuesday, so as promised, I'm doubling your pain, uh fun.

21.) I grew up on a farm, raising dairy cattle, tobacco, and corn.
22.) I find it ironic that dad's side of the family with the tobacco farm are non smokers.
23.) I was in a triad for about 6 months
24.) I'm WAY math-impaired. My senior year of high school I took AP Calculus because my best friend took it the year before and gave me all the tests and quizzes. I made a 98 for the year.
25.) I wore braces from age 13-17.
26.) I have way too many button up shirts with vertical stripes, because I read they're more slimming than horizontal.
27.) I'm an official Duke of Hazard (One Z, not two like the show)
28.) I grew up very near Abraham Lincoln's birthplace. In fact, the back of our farm bordered the back of the national park.
29.) Although not a vegetarian, I could probably go the rest of my life not eating meat and be just fine.
30.) As a child, I had tons of little boy toys (like GI Joe and Transformers), but I'd like to pretend I'd take GI Joe soldiers to the commissary to shop for more stylish clothes. I mean you can only wear so much cammo!
31.) I'm most comfortable at home barefoot (not pregnant).
32.) My favorite character from "Sordid Lives" is Juanita. Watch the move, love her, you'll understand.
33.) My favorite books are the Tales of the City Series, followed closely by Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.
34.) If I could do anything else job wise, I'd either be a band director or a congressman.
35.) I went to Rome once in college for a week, the first three days were spent in culture shock, the next four I was drunk. I totally don't remember the Sistine Chapel.
36.) I prefer cut to uncut, but my two long term relationships involved uncut men.
37.) I manscape, and prefer others who do. Shaving totally is a big no-no in my book.
38.) For awhile, I carried a two man bags, one brown, one black, but then it got too hard switching out purses everyday just to match with my shoes.
39.) Mostly I'm a nice person, but I do love to gossip (especially if it's true).
40.) Thanks to someone new and special in my life, I've never been happier...EVER.

Wow that took longer that I hoped...Have a great day everyone!

What a Wonderful World (uh Weekend)

Ok, so yeah...had a great time this weekend. Start to finish. Couldn't have been better.

I'll try not to gush too much...

Friday after work, my friend from a few hours away, who still doesn't have a name because I'm too picky and can't remember what the one and only Mr. Dirk Mancuso recommended. Anyhoo, New Friend came down and we went out for a co-worker's going away gathering. After a few drinks and an acceptable time of visiting, New Friend and I left and went home to bed. No tawdry tales there (or tails either). We sleep in Saturday, a cool morning perfect for snuggling up to someone, and have lunch, go window shopping here and there, find a big block shelf for his living room, and then meet up with the guys, Ramon and Jerry for dinner, so all my guy pals can actually meet each other in person. We had nice Italian food too (No, not the Olive Garden)! After dinner, we come back to my apt, I pack up and we head to where he lives in the Big City a few hour away. Once there we head to a cute little old time drag bar, where the gals are a bit older and do more 'classic' number. Not to say that drag can be classy, but you know what I mean. We then hit a few more bars, ending up at a mostly lesbian bar/club, and let me tell you, it looked like an Ani DiFranco jam fest....oh wait, Ani just played earlier that night, so there you go. We went home a little early...in bed by two...woke up for Sunday church. New Guy is very involved in his Metropolitan Community Church (for GLBT)...and it was a very moving and wonderful service. We had lunch there after the service and then just kinda laid around with his three cats and napped a little. Later, we went to eat at a lovely little Mexican place and came back and just talked some more.

I feel really good about this. We connect on a lot of levels and there's no BS no games just honesty and a tremendous feeling of being 'comfortable'.

Ok, tomorrow is 20 Things Tuesday...which means I have to come up with something to list.

Later Everyone!

This is Not a Test

This is no longer a test...Thanks to Dirk Mancuso, writer and blog master extraordinaire, things are fine. He suggested I do a trial post and it worked.

Not much new to report...big weekend planned ahead. Hope you all have an uber fab time.

Smooches.

This is a Test

This is a test...I'm having an emergency...my blog is blank when you try to load the main page...let's see if this does anything.

Gay Arms Part Deux

Shorter and sweeter today folks...

After recently posting about wanting gay arms, seen here and here (although I'm not sure what they're doing) .I finally broke down and asked the nice personal trainer(s) to help me setup a workout routine. I got a chick, and not some stud, but there really aren't any stud trainers at my gym, except this one guy with a very nice round behind, who I think is a closet case, so oh well. We'll call my helpful gym employee "Fran". She was really nice and gave me a simple, yet effective routine. I say that now. Let's hope for the best. And no, I did not ask Fran for gay arms, but when I told her I wanted to lose weight and tone, I think she got the idea...especially when she said, 'oh this will be perfect for making you lean and helping you get slender. Actually either she knew I was a big ole 'mo or she was implying I'm a fatass. Guilty on both charges....well not really but kinda.

Later Gators!

The Sound of Music

Short and sweet today peoples...

I'm a big music fan. I love performing & visual arts. This weekend I've been invited to see the gay/lesbian/bi-sexual/transgendered wind band perform in a local town. It's called BandTogether. I'm excited about the prospect of going...they're doing Halloween music...which sounds pretty cool. Yes, I know I don't get into getting dressed up like my favorite Baldwin Brother or my least favorite Duff Sister, but I can appreciate the sounds of the season. Plus, a GLBT music ensemble...kinda hilarious if you ask me.

Oh, revelation! I just realized why I don't like Halloween (or getting dressed up). Wow, blogging is like therapy. Flashback to the mid 80's when scared of needles in candy and child molesters on the loose at every corner...so my overprotective mother (God Love Her) refused to let my sister and I go trick or treating after I was above the age of 4 or 5. Instead of going door to door, Mom just bought my sister and I all the candy we wanted.

Alrighty...take care!

10 Things Tuesday, Part Two

More useful (useless) Tuesday Trivia for you...

11.) I have about 100 neckties.
12.) I think Tori Amos is a musical genius.
13.) Large crowds intimidate me, because I don't feel in control of the situation.
14.) The only surgery I've ever had was to remove my wisdom teeth.
15.) For a year and a half, I had a serious relationship with a co-worker.
16.) I've only been in one major car accident, I was driving, my parents were with me, we were inches from getting seriously injured. I still feel guilty today.
17.) I'm not a big crier. I just don't cry, even at my grandmother's funeral. I still feel awful about that one too. I do cry everytime I watch "Independence Day"....when the First Lady dies and when the President gives his "we will not go quietly" speech near the end.
18.) I don't get drag or they Gay High Holy Day of Halloween.
19.) Despite my affinity for performing arts and musicals, I only saw "The Sound of Music" for the first time in April.
20.) I'm more out at work than I am to my family.

And there you go, another useless ten facts about "W".

Have a great day!

Weekend Update

Alas, here were are, once again on a Monday morning...

The weekend was pretty good. I had a really great visit with the fam, and boy did I go over two major rivers and through the woods! I got up early, as in 6:15 early, on Saturday and drove the four hours and then got back home around 6 last night.

Wow, this is a lame post.

Ok, question...

How soon is too soon for someone to use the "L" word? No, not lesbian...the song Ashley Simpson sang about...L-O-V-E.

Cause I'm totally not good with relationships, blah blah, but I don't think you just whip it out or toss it around like a small animal you want to get rid of.

ME: "Hi sweetie, how was your flight?"
HIM: "My connecting flight got pushed back, so I won't get home till later."
ME: "Oh that sux, what time?"
HIM: "12:30"
ME: "Ok, well give me a call when you get home, so I'll know you made it there safe and sound."
HIM: "Will do, later baby."
ME: "Bye"

Less than a minute later, I get a text. He writes "One more thing...I love you!"

****************What?*****************

Uh...how does one appropriately respond to that?

We've known each other a month, and only spent last weekend together. We seem to enjoy each other's company, I look forward to our next date, but yikes...the L word...so soon?

I replied with...awe you're sweet...I love you too. Oops. I didn't know what to say, and if I didn't respond, well I just didn't know what to say.

Yikes.

Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore...

My eyes closed tight...I could hear the music pulsing through my body...the bass vibrating every square inch...it's a good mix of dance music...not too techno.....just right...someone shouts out, give me a bump, i know you've got one...that someone's also yelling at her audience...c'mon i can't hear you, put your hands together...let me see you work it out...ok now push your hips back, and stick your butt out....

Wow...

The scene I just described is not my latest trip to the local gay club. No my friends, I just recapped this morning's cycling class. We had a new instructor. I admit, I was a bit hesitant, because new = bad sometimes. I have no clue what most of the songs were...I only remember they were AWESOME to spin to...some fast...some slow...all dance mixes...Perfection.

"Ok this is when the rubber hits the road...Mind over muscle...we're not climbing hills, we're climbing mountains...let's go...give me another bump" (ok, yeah I thought she overused the bump thing)...but whatever.

The instructor wasn't petite, in fact she was kinda manly, which added to the whole, "am I in a cycling class or a gay bar" atmosphere.

Then near the end on a HUGE ass hill, I heard a song...no lyrics...just music...and thought hmm..this sounds familiar. It was Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings in a dance mix version. It was crazy. Adagio for Strings is one of those classical pieces that you probably heard before, but didn't know the title.

Anyway...it was a fun class...Especially when I pretended the instructor was a drag queen and yelling 'C'mon bitches'. It was great!

Have a fabulous weekend!

Dancing Queen

Hey all...

I have a confession to make. Lean in...more...more...ok there.

"I love to dance, but I'm really really white, and my rhythm is touch and go."

Last Saturday night, I went out with no name guy from a few hours away, and he drug me out on the dance floor. The reason I say drug, is because it was early, no one was out dancing yet, save for a few lesbians and two guys dancing apart because their high kicks and arm thrusts needed plenty of clearance. No need for them to 'dance wide'....10 points for anyone who can name that Will and Grace episode.

Anyhoo, no name guy is a really good dancer, so I had to really concentrate and keep up with his moves.

Well last night, I went to a ballroom dancing class, the first in a five week series. Before, I thought, how much can you learn in five hour-long sessions. When you're dealing with two left feet Lou here, you can't learn very much.

We started off with the mambo...one of my favorite songs from West Side Story! Eh, we learned a few basic moves. I kept counting and not 'feeling' the music, so that was problem numero uno. Then I was trying to take big steps, when you really don't have to. Luckily I did NOT step on my partner's toes. She was only slightly more adept at learning the moves. Just when I thought I might be getting the hang of it...wham...we start learning a swing dance...and all hope went out the window.

Now I'm going to have to practice a lot...by myself...which is weird.

Oh, I did realize that one of the dances from Dirty Dancing is the mambo...so I'll just pretend I'm Jennifer Grey and let a big strong Patrick Swayze lead me across the dance floor, cause nobody puts baby in a corner. Which by the way, Patrick thought was sooo corny, he didn't want to say the line.

Dirk, if you're reading, and I know you are...help me come up with an alias for no name guy. And no I still don't like Greg, Gunther, or G-dawg.

Smooches!

10 Things Tuesday

Ok, so I can't think of a post topic today, which means you get to know "W" a little better.

Without further ado, 10 things about me (as part of a list of 100)...

1.) I hate fish (eating or otherwise)
2.) I have a scar on the underside of my chin from when I was seven. I was standing in a chair looking for something (a doll) in the top of my closet...I fell and caught my chin on the metal closet door handle...I got three stitches.
3.) I suffer from body dismorphia.
4.) I'm terrible at saving and/or managing money.
5.) When I was in high school, I played tenor saxophone and piano. I sold my saxophone to help pay for a spring break trip in college. Yeah it was totally worth it.
6.) I hold an individual national championship in informative speaking (the topic: using infant foreskin to regrow human skin). I also am a two time international finalist and was part of a two time world championship team.
7.) I pretend to have good taste in fashion, but I still wear shirts, pants, suits that are several years old.
8.) I make a delicious carmel pie.
9.) Fall is my favorite season, but I hate the ending since it means winter is on the way next.
10.) I like to play tennis and watch women's tennis, Monica Seles' comeback from the stabbing inspired me on so many levels.

There you have it, 10 very random factoids...tune in later for another 10.

Hope your day is filled with joy!

What a Drag!

First off, the weekend was anything but a drag. Details on that later my friends. Patience people, patience.

When walking (skipping) down the fabulous, winding road we call life, most (not all) gay men utilize a checklist to include them in the homo card carrying crowd.

1.) Enjoys the company of other men (usually involving a hot, sweaty, and clothing optional encounter)
2.) Enjoys the company of a nice accessory to compliment the perfect outfit (IE, a shoulder bag, a fun belt, or sometimes a little dash of under eye concealer)
3.) Enjoys the company of one or multiple divas (Cher, Madonna, Celine, Barbara, Tina, Elton, etc....notice how musical divas need only one name)
4.) Enjoys the company of others who use words and phrases like, "Fabulous or It's Just Glitter Girl."
5.) Enjoys the company of men dressed up like women who call people bitches and lip syncs to any of the aforementioned divas.

Ok, so yeah, that's really bad stereotyping. I'm only at maybe 3 or 4 checked on that list. Honestly, I just don't get drag at all. Men who like men, dressing up like women with WAY too much makeup on...I dunno...it's just foreign territory.

So I went to a drag show at a local bar on Saturday night. It wasn't a drag. It doesn't deserve to be called drag. Amateur hour is more like it. However, the drag was SOO bad, it was funny...and I really didn't have that bad a time.

Why did I go?

I'm so glad you asked.

Last week, I did a lil weekend update and mentioned canceling a trip to a nearby major city, because I had a date setup with a nice guy I'd been chatting and talking with for about a month. Due to me being tired and inclimate weather, we postponed for until this past weekend. I wasn't expecting him to call, but he did on Friday. He came down Saturday morning and we had lunch, walked around downtown, and had a nice time. So nice of a time, we ended up having dinner Saturday evening and he talked me into going to the local alternative lifestyle bar because some of his friends would be there too, who just happened to be in town visiting.

Now, some of you bright, attentive readers will recall my 'blog crush' post from last week. The crush is still there. The crush is also 20 hours away. We both said last week we have to be realistic about the distance thing. Guy from the weekend (who still doesn't have an alias yet...gotta put that on the 'to do' list)...he lives about 2 hours away. Either way, there's an issue of distance, but being realistic may lead to some hurt feelings...and that's the last thing I want to do.

So while the weekend wasn't a total drag, in fact it was quite nice, it leaves me with some thinkin' to do.

Peace, love, recycle, and have a great week.