One (Saturday) Night in Bangkok

When last we left our fearless world traveler...he was heading out to experience gay nightlife in Bangkok.

Let me rewind to some Saturday afternoon notes...

As Sean was fixing a very tasty late lunch, I noticed the blaring music from the corner motorcycle stand. A group of 4-6 men were laughing, dancing, throwing water, and having an amazing time. They would stand in the street, waving down cars and other motorcycles passing by, to stop and share the Songkran fun.

Even from a distance atop Sean's 7th floor balcony, you could see the smiles and hear the laughter above the dance music. Beyonce's "Crazy in Love" and a few other not so current American songs were repeated on a single CD over and over...but you could tell the men didn't get tired...as they partied on for several hours throughout the afternoon. Oddly enough, when we went to get some water from a machine across the street, the trees blocked out most of the noise.

After a quick nap and getting all gussied up for a night out, Sean and I dodged the water war by taking a side street around and hailing a taxi. We proceeded to the SkyBar (in my last post)...paid too much for just average drinks, but got the above average view. Once back down 64 floors, I decided I was hungry and needed a sweet treat, so we went to a grocery nearby, appropriately named "Tops".

You'll notice a blurry Starbucks above Tops Super...I kept that place in business on my trip, as well as one in a mall with a Sizzler Restaurant. Another moment of Western amusement on my part. Back to Tops...inside another Tops near the Skybar, attached was a restaurant called "MK" . It's a chain soup restaurant. Several years ago, they wanted to attracted a younger crowd, so they started making the servers sing and dance for entertainment. (as in some steakhouses with line dancing in the USA). I was strolling past, eating a chocolate twist pastry (a bit dry), and saw a stream of yellow shirts dancing and doing some funny little routine. I grabbed my camera...but somehow failed to take the picture. I can't find a photo online of them dancing anywhere...but it's TRULY hilarious, considering most of the workers were not enjoying themselves, and all of the patrons were busy eating their yummy soup.

Apparently, the dry pastry wasn't enough, so we headed toward Starbucks where I got a caffeine fix along with a slice of carrot cake.

We arrived at DJ Station, again by carefully dodging the squirt guns and water cannons. Sean's best tip was to walk fast and not make eye contact. Otherwise you're a willing target!

It's around 10-ish, and like any good club or bar, the crowd hasn't gathered just yet. After passing though metal detectors and getting two drink tickets that I'd never use, Sean gave me a tour...up stairs, around a corner, to an upstairs balcony overlooking the dance floor and stage area. We staked out a good spot and planted ourselves...looking around as the bar quickly filled up. Sean explained that Thai culture is a bit different. Gay or straight there's not much PDA, and while some guys will take off their shirts, it's more rare than you'd see in any Gay Bar USA. Muscle shirts are ok, but tank tops are a bit on the slutty side. Good thing I left both at home right?

However, I soon noticed a gay bar is a gay bar is a gay bar, no matter what side of the world you're on. The drag show started late. Of course! Any diva queen worth her salt holds up the show just for fun. With a nearly packed crowd, the curtains came back and a familiar song began. Two backup dancers appeared, beginning a simple but cute choreographed routine. One seemed to have fun and really smile, the other looked very nervous. Both men appeared to be 14-15, but Sean reassured me they were at least 20. As the words to Deborah Cox's classic "Absolutely Not" joined the pulsing dance beat, a queen appeared, and began the show.

Again, like most drag queens in the US, this one didn't know all the words. I, being a queen of a different kind, knew them and mouthed along anyway. What struck me though, and I'd soon come to realize this was the case across the board, is that Thai men make much prettier drag queens than American men.

So yeah, the softer features of Asians certainly help...the rather inexpensive cost in Thailand for sex change operations is probably another reason too.

I was dually impressed by the 'queen' queens medley from Dream Girls. While I haven't seen the film, I did recognize "One Night Only"...more impressive was the queen's quick costume change between songs. Each gown was more dramatic and glitzy than the one before. Albeit a little long, they were beautiful!

One by one, the queens performed. (I think they had 2-3 queens, and four backup boys total). The last number was my favorite...because the backup boys had on tight white briefs that said "I'm Virgin" on the right cheek. While three of 'em I could leave without, the one with muscular thighs had me from hello.

We bumped into some friends of Sean's and chatted for a bit. One spoke English, but talked so fast, I had no idea what he was saying. So I just smiled and nodded. And just like any gay bar in the US or elsewhere, you'd see all sorts of types. Nelly queens, muscle studs, avg guys, hot guys, not so hot guys, etc etc. Because it's a bit more obvious with a Caucasian older man and much younger looking Thai boy, the whole sugar daddy thing was apparent and a bit nauseating when you'd see it from time to time.

And since I have no shame, I'll go ahead and tell my devastating story for the night. I spotted the hottest guy there...looked more Japanese than Thai (but like I knew)...brown polo and jeans...chatting with this hideous excuse for a man...so after talking about him with Sean, he suggested we go stand near him. As we pushed our way down the stairs to the cram packed dance floor, Hot Brown Polo's friend made it clear he didn't want any competition. Being 6'5 has it's advantages (even I felt tall at 5'10...ok 5'9 and a half)...Sean led the procession right past them, squeezing by both of them, much to Quasimodo's dismay.

That wasn't the devastating part. Making one last loop around the bar, we went up to the third floor. I went to the bathroom, and was startled yet again to see a female custodian cleaning up inside...with men present. It happens all over the place, which just struck me as odd. Ok ok, so the bad part...we were leaving...I eyed two more cuties and told Sean I would give them my drink tickets. So I walked over, stuck the tickets between them...and they look at me in disgust and say 'NO!'

Dejected, embarrassed, and pride dented, I returned to Sean's side and we headed home. I will point out, Sean successfully unloaded one of his drink ticket's to a cute man who couldn't stop smiling all night. I gave Sean my ticket's and said "for your next trip here."

Tomorrow...a post about the World's Largest Outdoor Market and a visit to a place I'd never expect to go...

"W"

Yikes!

Hey all...

If I have any readers left, I apologize! I didn't realize it had been almost a week since my last post. Double yikes!

I'm still slowly adjusting back to a regular sleep schedule, and have just been really busy catching up on other stuff.

Quick news update...the situation with Zach is not getting better...too much to explain with that. HOWEVER, my sister found out this week she is six weeks pregnant!!! I never really asked too much before, but I know that she has never been able to get pregnant..at all...so this is really excellent news. They're still going to fight for Zach...this doesn't change anything.

I promise another Bangkok post tomorrow night. I think I can wrap it up in one long post then.

Take care,
"W"

Watersports, Take Two

Awhile back, I blogged about Watersports. Well, technically I blogged about the Songkran festival, and entitled the post "Watersports."

Since I didn't want to get my new digital camera wet, I carried it around in a ziplock bag along with my money. The following photos two are NOT mine, I do not take credit for them, but I will show you what other braver photographers caught through their lenses.

Notice how in the photo on the left, there's a truck with a bed full of people and a large trashcan. Yup...the fill it with water, and will soak people with what's inside...or use it to stock up their water guns and bowls. I was amazed at the unity Songkran provided to the people, both natives and non. Old, young, rich, poor, man, woman...EVERYONE for the most part participated. The smiles on the little kids faces made it worthwhile for me personally.




































Here is a photo I took myself. It was getting dark, so I apologize for the poor quality, but you can see it's almost mob like. Sean said it's the most packed and wild and crazy he's seen the festivities. This was taken from up on a SkyTrain platform. I took several more pictures, but this one is the only one that turned out.











After the Grand Palace visit on Friday, we trekked off for the some Songkran action of our own. There was a near by park with lots of things going on. Kite flying, sandcastle building, and of course, water throwing!























After spending time at the park area, we were all soaked and tired, and took a water taxi to head toward home.
























Sarah and James packed up that evening and left for Hua Hin, where James is 'studying' abroad this semester.

Sean then preprared a tasty dinner of noodles, thai sauce, and fresh mango and ice cream for dessert. As he was blessing the meal, he thanked God "for another year". Then it hit me. It was April 13th...Sean's birthday! I had in my mind it was Saturday, so I was saving the celebration fun for then. I quickly apologized and explained the misunderstanding.

Saturday morning came, and Sean and I got ready for church. He's Seventh-day Aventist, and they belive God's Sabbath is on Saturday. We shared a ride to church in a taxi with a charming black woman named Halien (SP? like alien with an H on front). One of the ways SDA's observe God's Sabbath is by not conducting business from sundown Friday evening until sundown Saturday evening.

For a late lunch Saturday, Sean made a surprisingly tasty tofu-loaf (a meatloaf spinoff), some cheesy scalloped potatoes, brussell sprouts, and cranberry sauce. I hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing tofu before...that's why I said it was surprisingly tasty.

After napping and lounging, Sean and I hit the town for tasty fruit beverages at the SkyBar...64 stories up, atop the Sirroco Hotel. Again these two photos are not mine, but do give a great example of the breaktaking views of Bangkok from the SkyBar.





















The skybar is off to the right with the green/blue glowing bar in the right picture.

Alcohol costs about what we pay in the states, but we were also paying for the view too...close to 40 dollars total for just two drinks.

We then made our way to DJ Station...an awesome yet typical gay bar. More on the drag show and a trip to a very special pool coming up tomorrow.

Smooches

"W"

Kneaded Like Dough, Twisted Like Pretzel

Sorry in the delay of posting...jet lag decided to set in TWO days after I get back. I've had insomnia the last few nights and ended up sleeping during the late morning hours instead.

I need to rewind to the first night out in Bangkok.

Once Sean got home from work, we all headed out for an evening on the town. What trip to Thailand would be complete without a traditional Thai massage? Our first stop was at a cute little massage parlor near Sean's apartment. As he described it, you get more bang for your buck. At 300 baht, the hour long massage itself cost less than ten US dollars. Greeted by a cozy front room and a very sweet and pleasant receptionist, you enter the out of this world experience by walking down a hallway lined with small rocks along the walls, fresh orchids, and the sound of tricking water. (quick side note: I'd be wrong to not tell you Sean placed fresh orchids outside his apartment door, on the bed, and in the bathroom...such a beautiful welcome to Thailand).

Thai massage differs from a Swedish massage (not that I had either before this experience), in that Thai massage focuses on pressure and force, rather than beating and rubbing. After slipping on the world's most comfortable linen-like pants and shirt. This type of massage includes clothes. Before the actual massage, the masseuse washes your feet thoroughly. As Sean explained, it's to protect their integrity. In Thai culture, the feet are the dirtiest part of the body, particularly the soles, since it's the lowest point, closest to the dirty ground. The top of the head is the most sacred. You don't touch their heads, it's an insult. Honestly, the foot washing is probably a big highlight of the massage.

Having never experienced any professional massage before, I had no idea what to expect. The tiny Thai woman kneaded me like dough and twisted me into a pretzel. At certain times, they're using all their weight...sitting, standing, pushing against your limp body. Starting with the feet, they work their way up. A simply incredible relaxing time. Sean and I were side by side, chatting away at first...then drifting off into silence and a moment of sleep...just enjoying the way our bodies were gently beaten, as the aches and pains floated away. After it was over, sipping on my green tea, I looked over at Sean and said...my visit to Bangkok has officially started now.

Once we returned to earth, the four of us headed out for dinner at a tapas restaurant. I believe it was called Thai-pas, owned by an acquaintance of Sean's. A charming man from Denmark, I think. While the meal wasn't outstanding on any level, it was good enough for some famished Farang's (remember...white people), and served as fuel for exploring the night bazaar's.


Street vendors selling anything and everything...from food to clothing to sourvenirs and even a DVD stand targeting gays. No...not porn...but all things gay. Queer as Folk, Top Model, Will and Grace, Too Wong Foo...etc etc...you name it...any gay cult tv show or film was there.

One tacky tshirt stand offered humor...especially with the one that said "Anal, because kids suck...and featured a crude ass drawing."

Also at the night market, I encountered my first tast of SongKran, the Thai New Year tradition of throwing water. You can see in the photo my shirt's a little wet...yup...that's from getting squirted inside the mall by friend James.


Having spent a lot of time on my feet that day, and the water fight intensifying into an all out frenzy, I wanted to go home. The paste people were out in full force too...and I was having none of that. Ironically, Sean and James walked down a side street were some gay bars were, leaving Sarah and I to stand in front of the alley with the ping pong shows. I was also informed the shows sometimes include razor blades...OUCH!

*FRIDAY*

After sleeping in and showering, it was time to hit the Grand Palace. I'm not sure if I mentioned the heat in Bangkok. April is the hottest month, so the 95 degree plus weather overwhelms any cool shower you might take. As soon as I turned the water off and stepped out...I started sweating almost immediately.

Before hitting the GP, we stopped at a quaint little shopping center, so Sarah could get some Dunkin' Donuts and James and Dean could purchase water guns for the SongKran Soaking. I mentioned paste earlier too...after you get wet, folks like to put a wet, powdery paste on you as well. You'll see what I mean later.

We got the guns at Tesco Lotus (I think Tesco is a European thing...maybe in Great Britain...I'm not sure)...but it's their version of Walmart. Seriously. Almost too much alike actually. From the aisles, to the fake hardwood floors in the clothing section, to the checkout lines and the 'rollback prices signs'. I rolled back prices on a pair of those linen-like pajama pants since you have to have on pants to enter the Grand Palace.
















Technically this is the Grand Palace, all those other structures were just outbuildings and temple stuff (I know Sean is probably beating his head against the computer as he reads this inaccurate description of one of the most famous sites in Bangkok).

Despite the name, the King of Thailand does not live at the Grand Palace. If I'm not mistaken, he once did, but outgrew it. I know I know, happens to me all the time. I outgrow my palaces everytime I turn around.
















Also at the Grand Palace, you can find the Emerald Buddha. No that's not him pictured in the photo above right (or left bitches)....he's inside a temple (I hope I said that right)...where you're not allowed to take photos. You also have to take off your shoes and cannot point the soles of your feet toward Buddha. It's not a large statue...but because it's green...it's a bit on the scary side.








On the right is a photo of James and Sarah. Check out their cool pj-fisherman's pants they got at Testco Lotus. James was also nice enough to paint his toenails orange to match his shirt. Actually I think that was just coincidence. Silly Ladyboy!










Ok...long post...time to wrap it up...more later.

"W"

Bangkok: So Farang It's White

Howdy!

The adventure started long before I arrived in "The Land of a Thousand Smiles"!

Our trip across the Pacific started in one of these, a UA Boeing 777.

Despite being poor and in economy class, the 12.5 hour ride to Tokyo wasn't horrible. Sarah and I had window/aisle seats, thanks to the 2-5-2 configuration. The flight attendants were very nice and friendly and mostly Asian. At this point, I've given up on trying to figure out who is from where. I'd guess Japan, because I didn't think to look to see if they had pins on with country flags to show they spoke that language.

Once in Tokyo, we boarded a 747.

It was a much more cramped 3-5-3 configuration. The FA's were polite and helpful, but I think they were just as tired as most of the passengers. The flight seemed extremely long (6.5 hours), however that's just due to the fact we wanted to be there already. A side note here...Sarah was pretty sick for the first few days of the trip...she was coming down from a 100+ temperature...so she didn't talk much or have anything to add in Sarah Says: The International Version.

Once we landed in Bangkok, we walked for miles around the new Suvarnabhumi Airport, finally making it to immigration, where I had no clue as to what to do. Luckily some hippee wannabees in front of us just said put guest house on the address line, since I didn't know Sean's address. Smart right? Fly to some foreign country and not know where you're staying.

After getting our luggage and exchanging some currency, we walked past security and into a huge lobby with about 50 Thais waiting for people, then I saw this!

Then I noticed two white men towering over the crowd...It was so wonderful to see Sean after 8 months. James calls me 'otter', after I told him what the term meant....not quite a bear, but with enough hair to be labeled something.

Ok ok...on to the more exciting stuff.

Day One:

I woke up in Sean's 7th floor apartment,

...greeted by great views of the city.

Sean had to work, so James, Sarah and I ventured off around town. Greeted by 7-11's, McDonalds, and Pizza Huts, I was a little surprised to see the Western influence around town. Let me make it clear, it didn't taint the charm or international flair of Bangkok. Street vendors, fruit stands, and local market stores line the roadways everywhere you looked.

The title of this post, "So Farang, It's White", is a play off So Wrong it's Right. A Farang, (pronounced fuh-wrong) is what Thai people call white people. They 'love' farangs...mostly because they assume white people have money and will spend it freely. Unfortunately, they also associate lighter skin with power or importance or prominence. There's a rather large infusion of Thai-Chinese people in Thailand, so they naturally have lighter skin, than the darker full Thai person. So you'd often see stickers like on this cab, claiming "I Love Farang."

I know I know, pink Taxis...cute, right? I loved taking them around town, just like the SkyTrain too, since I don't have a chance to take public transportation.

My first lunch in Thailand...pineapple fried rice, adorned with dried pork on top. After scraping it off and devouring the meal...I was left with the pineapple shell in which the meal was served. You can also see a lot of empty glasses in the background. Those were filled with fruit 'frosts'. I had a mango frost...a tasty smoothie like concoction with fresh fruit. That's perhaps one of my favorite parts of Bangkok...fresh fruit...EVERYWHERE.

I was amazed at how the street fruit vendors would serve it up...especially the pineapple. Much sweeter and riper and simply delicious, since they can pick it closer to being ripe...rather than having to import it like here in the US.

The vendors would also slice it for you inside a plastic bag, without cutting through the bag itself. I was amazed.

Ok...short on detail, I know, but it's taking forever to type and upload these photos. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the Grand Palace and introduce you to SongKran, the New Year water fun!

Later,

"W"

Back from Bangkok

Hey all!

Sorry I couldn't post anything from Bangkok, as blogger just would not load at all.

Wow! It's been an incredible last week and I'm not sure where to start. I want to include photos of my trip, so I'll wait to start my detailed daily diary until I get those uploaded.

The entire trip was fabulous from start until finish...well almost finish...because I get to the Big City airport and somehow, they lost my luggage between there and Chicago. ARGH! It's supposed to be couriered sometime late tonight.

It was a week of getting soaked at SongKran (the Thai new year celebration), shopping the world's largest outdoor market, speeding down the streets in a taxi/tuk-tuk/or motorbike, taking in some incredible ladyboy (drag) shows, or enjoying fresh pineapple and mango...in a word...probably the best time in my life for experience new things.

Sean was one heck of a tour guide. With a detailed itinerary that we followed about half the time, he led me on a whirlwind tour around the city, which included stops like the SkyBar, atop a 64 story hotel, with simply breathtaking views...visits to the Grand Palace to see the Emerald Buddha, and to Wat Po to see the Reclining Buddha...Sean offered great insight into what Bangkok has to offer.

I thoroughly enjoyed two Thai massages, as well as many other highlights from the week. All of which you'll hear about in the coming weeks.

As for now, it's bedtime...11:22 here at home on Tuesday night. Which means it's 11:22 AM Wednesday in Bangkok.

I've missed you all and I hope the past week has found you well.

Till next time...

"W"

It's time to go!

Hey all...

Short and sweet post...

I'm getting ready to finish packing and head up to the big city for my flight in the morning.

Whew!

Talk about nerves! I'm now getting uber excited!

"Sean" will be posting from Bangkok once I arrive and log into Blogger...I may feel ambitious and write a post myself...in the meantime...enjoy the week...and take care.

Big Vacation Smooches!

"W"

Good Friday...No...GREAT FRIDAY!!!

Hey all!

Some good news to update you about the situation with my nephew Zach. This morning there was another court appearance...this time was the first that anything actually happened. Don't jump out of your seats and expect this to be a movie of the week with a happy ending just yet, but it looks like things are turning around...slowly.

Earlier, the judge asked all the lawyers involved (four including my sister's, one for Zach, one for the Cabinet, and one for Zach's biological father) to file briefs about the case. Three of them were in support of Emily and Kelly getting custody of Zach, of course the other was for the other side. I haven't got a chance to read them yet, but Em says they were all very strong and well written.

This morning, the judge had my brother in law and a social worker (a good one) testify on the stand about financially supporting Zach. I'm not exactly sure why that was an issue, but Em said they had to show all their bills and income and proved that the small stipend from the state was not even half of what it takes to raise a child. Something about de facto custodian...I dunno. All this came as a surprise to Emily and Kelly (and apparently their attorney too), as they didn't know they'd have to provide this information on the spot and that Kelly would take the stand.

Ultimately the judge said I'll make a ruling withing 30 days. In the meantime the Guardian ad Litem (the attorney for Zach) said it's just crazy that Em and Kelly have no visitation, and that he's going to make sure they see him soon. The regional social worker (not the one who testified), said oh I don't know about that, I'll have to ask my supervisor, and the GAL said, go ahead and ask, but I'm filing a motion to grant visitation right now.

Emily sounded great on the phone and very positive...so hopefully it's just a matter of time.

On an unrelated note, I went to "Psycho Cycling Friday" this morning for TWO HOURS. Actually the class just lasted 1:55...I biked 26 miles...that's like a marathon or something. Now my legs feel like jelly.

Alrighty...have a great "Good Friday" and a wonderful weekend.

Don't worry, I'll post again before I leave on Tuesday!

Smooches
"W"

Happy Birthday

So today's my birthday. I'm hanging on to the 20's by a thread. Yes, I still consider myself mid to late 20's...emphasis on late.

I get this email from James, a good friend of mine...Sarah's best friend...the guy she's going to visit while I'm visiting Sean in Bangkok.

4 days!! 4 Days!! 4 Days!!! 4 DAYS! 4 DAYS!!!! 4 DAYS!!!!! 4 DAAYS!!!!! Be prepared for mishap and mayhem, confusion and conartists, boys and doi boys, tuk-tuks and taxis! This will be a trip you will never forget! Be prepared for Bangkok...the city of STDs. I'll be seeing you soon and remember...anything you don't want wet should be in a plastic bag or in your luggage, but not on your person. Don't entrust Sarah with it, as she will be drentched in the welcome as well. Enjoy your 20ish hour flight into out new Airport that is already tearing apart. Welcome to Thailand. Hope your plane doesn't fall in mid air...I hope you don't get the runs while you are here, I hope your airplane food is better than my airplane food. Tread lightly and carry a big stick, James

Well...he should know about carrying a big stick. Apparently at Christmas time, he decides to use a candy cane ring and a cock ring. According to legend, the candycane cock ring went on just fine...but uh...James broke it. And several more in the process of trying it again. Sarah claims she just woke up and there was a candycane ring surrounding a huge penis.

So there you have it. A totally tasteless birthday post.

Smooches.
"W"

Body Pump!

Whew.

More like body pooped today. I just got back from the gym. An hour of cycling, then a hour of body pump. I'm a BP virgin...with three classes under my belt. It's a great class set to awesome dance music. You work out your ENTIRE body. Squats, lunges, abs, biceps, triceps, chest, legs, butt, everything all rolled into one. I was singing along today with "Take your Mama Out" from the Scissor Sisters. There are track set lists, but some of the instructors like to mix it up. It's a national company that makes up the routines the songs, and I'm convinced there's a gay guy in charge of the music, because it's way TOO good. Voodoo Child from the Rogue Traders (some british group)...Phantom of the Opera theme, Since You've Been Gone/Kelly Clarkson, some Ashley Simpson "Boyfriend" song...the theme from Queer Eye...you get the picture.

Usually it's a lot of desperate housewives in the mid mornings when I go, but today, some HOT manly men were in there. It's more of a weight endurance/weight training class, so you don't slam on the weights at all.

Oh in cycling on Wednesdays, there's been this UBER hot guy in bike shorts and a tight shirt and cap. MMM. he's not big in the muscle area (wait that sounded wrong)...but he's very lean and tone and tasty. So i sit behind him and to the sit and pretend I'm chasing him. Great motivation.

Sad to say...in six days I'll be boarding a plane for Chicago. In seven days...I'll be 10 minutes (hopefully) from landing in Bangkok!!! That 25 hour plane ride (total) isn't something I'm looking forward too...but I'll make the sacrifice. If only my flight attendants are as half as cute as Lewis!

Smooches to all!

"W"

Sarah Says, "It's my birthday bitches!"

Wow. My sides still hurt from laughing at particularly awesome weekend.

I started off Saturday morning going to Body Pump at the gym. No Kevin, it's not a class you take in the back row of the locker room. More on the joys of pump later. Came home, showered, headed up to the Big City to have lunch with a producer at similar business. Nice guy, very tall, and had the longest fingers I've ever seen! No sparks really, and I wasn't looking for them either...just someone to meet and network with.

Next, I picked up Thom and we went to a mall so I could get some supplies for my trip (NEXT WEEK FYI!) I hadn't really talked much or hung out with Thom in a few months, so it was really good to get back in touch and catch up. I've blogged a bit lately how he's seemed distant, mostly because I wasn't reaching out, but it's still a two way street.

Then it was time for Sarah's Bday festivities...we watched Blades of Glory, which was very stupid funny and funny funny at the same time. I'm not a huge Will Ferrell fan, but it was classic. Jon Heder did a great job too, as well as Amy Poehler. Dinner at a diner/soda fountain followed, and then I actually went over to another friends house to spend the night. He and his boyfriend weren't going out, so I was a nice guest and didn't bar hop. It was good times sitting around chatting about this and that and catching up.

Church was pretty good too...nothing out of the ordinary there. Then a group of friends went to a great little Greek restaurant and then to a 'liberal' bookstore and walked around a trendy part of the Big City, enjoying the great but windy weather.

On to the good stuff...

While at dinner, the hot music director and the very hot reverend from church were talking, so the music man gives the rev a back rub. I lean over to Sarah and say...that's one of my fantasies, only they take each other's blouses off first.

Sarah says, "Wow, I think I just creamed my panties!" I reply, "Me too!"

I'm trying to get swimsuit ready for Thailand, so at dinner I ordered a salad. I noticed on the menu it says we chop and toss your salad individually. Of course I had ranch dressing on the side, just for Sarah. Sarah says, "well if they're going to do it individually, they need to have cut outs in the bottom of our seats!"

At the liberal book store, Sarah plops down in the gay erotica section. Like a kid in a candy store, she carefully examines each cover, spine, and back to figure out what's best. After deciding on a novel called, "One Night Stand", Sarah says, "Wow, nothing's better than drugs, hustlers, and hot anonymous sex."

On the walk back from the bookstore, we notice a couple of people in motorized wheelchairs. The lady has one of those bumper stickers that say "Marriage = and a picture of a man and a woman." Sarah yells from across the street, "Hey you handicapped homophobes, you might as well get a sticker that says this wheelchair doesn't brake for fags!"

At that point, I nearly wet myself.

Of course Sarah said a ton more funny stuff, but I can't remember it all. She's too good. I think i'm going to take a tape recorder with me to Thailand just to save every last comment.

Hope your week gets off to a great start.

Smooches and a Big Hug!

"W"