Sarah Says...

Hey all...

Weekend was very nice and relaxing and wonderful.

Recap later...

Now for Sarah Says...

After showing off my thoroughly sunburned arms and placing her alabaster hued arm next to mine, Sarah says "White Power." (note...Sarah is not racist...she loves EVERYBODY...she is the HRC's middle name...or something like that).

When reminiscing about her high school days Sarah says, "I used to skip school, come down to the river, smoke pot, and skinny dip...those were the fucking days!"

While confessing her true first love Sarah says, "Before gay men, I was truly infatuated with heroine waifs."

On discussing reasons her passport may be held up, Sarah says, "I'm on the list." I ask "What list?" She says, "you know the list where the government marks you. I bought this book (about anarchy or overthrowing the government or something), and it put me on 'the list'".

And, perhaps the best of the weekend...Sarah didn't speak and still did a Sarah Says!

While playing a round during church trivia night, Sarah was on another team and signed the answer to a few questions for our team at the next table.

Let me back up to Friday...

I went to the tanning bed as part of "Operation Don't Burn When You to the Equator". It was my fifth visit. Somehow, I thought I'd built my way up to 15 minutes. Unfortunately, the attendant put me in a different booth, with new bulbs. She neglected to tell me they were new. I came out feeling ok and ready to be a few shades darker for my trip to the Big City.

Flash forward two hours and I resemble a tomato. A red rash was slowly creeping up my chest, past my neck, and to my face. When I got in the shower, I looked down and noticed I had a white band of flesh around my nether-regions. It was like I still had on white trunk briefs and was wearing a bright red shirt and pants. Only I was naked. Oops!

After layering on a few inches of aloe enriched lotion, I headed to work.

Saturday afternoon, Sarah and I spent time sitting in a park, discussing plans for leaving, packing, etc for the trip to Thailand.

Saturday night...Trivia Night at church. I had no idea what to expect. Picture a high school graduation, with thousands of people packed into a small gymnasium with very little air circulating. Luckily that was the only downfall of the night.

Well, you know me, I can always find something to complain about. More on that in a minute.

Trivia Night...ah...

20 plus tables of 8 people, answering 10 questions per round, with a bonus question here and there and a total of 10 rounds.

There was table decorating contest. Our two "younger folk" tables were Peeps and Chicks, in the spirit of Easter. We had to bring our own food, so 'church picnic' was the menu. Deviled eggs, chicken salad sandwiches, pimento cheese sandwiches, and chips and dip. I remarked, good thing the food maker (Christian, the Cuisine Queen from the progressive dinner), thought to fix stuff that wouldn't spoil after a few hours in a humid auditorium. Needless to say, I just ate chips and the Easter candy I was in charge of bringing.

The trivia was pretty biased to older gay men. It wasn't all show tunes and divas live songs, but it might as well have been. Current events, Who's Your Momma, Music, Bible Trivia, and finally Sports were a few of the categories. While the lesbians certainly held their own, especially in the sports round, it just seemed the questions skewed gay and old.

Needless to say, we did not win, but it was a fun time had by all.

One big highlight, meeting a high profile employee of a company I've been trying to get hired with in the Big City. I'm not sure it'll pay off, but at least I've made a contact. Despite the fact I had on a bright pink polo and a chick construction paper hat with little streamers, I still think I made a good impression.

And that's a wrap on the weekend.

"W"