I told you not to let her in here!
Between dreams of Dana Delany (Katherine Mayfair, the new Housewife) sneaking into my hotel room to help me formulate some devious plot against China or something (I don't know... I just recall her sneaking in with the laundry... really, I can't make this stuff up); and, realizing that I have only been taking 1/2 the amount of weight gainer that I should have been, things have been rather calm this week following the day of gluttony. Last week my roommates held a house meeting which involved myself, Mandy, her husband, and his mom (yes... I know... it's just one big happy house). It was a pretty good idea I thought. Nice way for any issues to be aired out and concerns of the house to be addressed. As much as I do love living here - it's time to get a place of my own! It's frustrating sharing a bathroom when I never really had to before... but I am grateful. Let's hope the e-mail I got today from my ad on Craigslist will work out. I really need to get my place back east off my hands so I can save some money before I move into a place of my own. Hmm... and now I'm craving coffee... lots of it.
One Holiday at a Time, Please!
Why do people insist on playing Christmas music during Thanksgiving dinner? The day after, sure. Knock yourself out; but, not on Thanksgiving Day. Can we please just focus on one gluttonous holiday at a time please? Thanks! Now, on to the post...
This Thanksgiving had to be one of the best I've had in a very long time. This was the first Thanksgiving Holiday that I hadn't spent at home. And while I was slightly distracted by the fact that I wasn't with family this year... I was excited to have my first holiday with friends. Anthony, Amir, and Vincent (A2V as I will from here on out refer to them as) invited me to a potluck Thanksgiving dinner with a few people they knew. I couldn't have been more thankful to have been invited. We had a blast! Great wine, fantastic food, pie (which wasn't all that good, but whatever), and to end the evening, several roaring (yes, very loud) rounds of Uno and Cranium. Thursday night was one of those nights that you cherish and wish you had taken more pictures. Between making plans for Gay Days and gawking at Cooper (dog) hump his stuffed bear with vigor, it was one of the most memorable nights.
Last night was just as fun when we rounded up everyone again and headed over to A2V's for leftovers, Christmas Tree decorating (see, day AFTER Thanksgiving) and games! We played 3 side-splitting rounds of Guesstures, which unfortunately our team lost at... I kept sayin' we should have gone 3 out of 5, but anywho. And after a quick relaxing dip in the hot tub, we broke out the Monopoly. Fast forward to 14 years later to see Steve and Kris take everyone for all they had.
All in all, a fantastic start to the Thanksgiving weekend... and it's only Saturday! The best part: I met a new friend who was able to get me a buddy pass flight back home to DC. I'm comin' home for Christmas!!! 
Martinis Are Not Allowed At The Club!
Martinis should be banned at a dance club. Seriously. And if clubs insist on serving them, they should only be served in a plastic cup. Why? Oh, I dunno... maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're on a dance floor - not moving - while everyone else is... drinking your martini... and when someone happens to bump into you (as if you couldn't see it coming) you get upset. With a regular drink - unless you have butter fingers - this wouldn't happen. Maybe a little spillage happens, but the entire drink doesn't go to waste. So when I come around the corner (second mistake... who stands on the other side of a corner... really? That's just asking for it, but I digress) and you're standing there holding your martini out, it's bound to get knocked over. I almost ran right into the girl and knocked her on her ass... but I, with my cat-like reflexes, was able to dodge and weave out of the way... still managed to spill her drink though... all over her shirt. So as I stand there trying to figure out what actually happened... her friend says "Say you're sorry!" Uh, WOAH bitch! Calm yourself. So I lean into the girl I had spilled the drink and asked what drink she had. Her reply... "Dirty Martini". Excuse me while I roll my eyes... *rolls eyes*
So I walk to the bar and get her drink, and another for me of course, and head back to the dancefloor with her drink only to find that she has moved... so here I am with two drinks... one of which cost like $10... and I can't even drink it - 'cuz honestly... a Dirty Martini isn't for everyone... and certainly not me. It's like drinking straight olive juice... with a kick. Anyway... I drank two sips... dumped about half of it into my Cranberry and Vodka (which is surprisingly good... at least when you're two sheets to the wind) and went about my way. Next time maybe she'll wait 'til I get back with her nasty ass drink.
December 4th : A. D. D.
Mixed reviews of the album cover and the first single "Break Anotha". Check it out on his MySpace page. Not entirely won over by the cover, but I definitely do like the song. Can't wait to hear the rest of the CD. Slightly reminds me of the Black Eyed Peas album Elefunk.
It's that time again!
You know it's that time of the year when Starbucks breaks out the Red Cups! It's time for Holiday Cheer and Happiness to be spewing from every which way. I love the Holiday Season... everyone's so nice, and cheerful. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone was like this year round? Well... minus the stress part. People are always running around worrying about the Christmas Dinner, or what presents to buy (here's my secret - don't buy anyone anything - you'll save yourself money AND stress *wink*)... causing all kinds of unnecessary stress - only to have those that receive the benefit of all their work look at it and say that they wanted it in red, not blue. 
In any case, I'm excited to spend Thanksgiving here in Las Vegas this year. I'm hoping to make it home for Christmas though, but we'll see where finances leave me. Feel free to drop some change in my tip jar to help me get home for Christmas!!!
One Year and Counting…
Fair Warning: Haphazard Entry. Total disconnects of thought ahead.
It's been over a year (October 8th, 2006) since I came out to my mom during a night out at dinner. That moment was one of the hardest times of my life; but, it was also the most freeing. My mom and I still have a strong relationship and from that point, I resolved to better myself. To focus on me, my self; mind, body, and spirit. I've come a long way - but not far enough. I find myself doing the same things I committed to stopping.
I've started working on my body at the gym and seeing real progress; but this past week (two really) I've been slacking. Not all with excuses, but other things getting in the way - recently work. I need that 'kick-in-the-pants' to get back in the routine and I'm hoping tomorrow will bring that. Thankfully, I haven't slacked off with the Yoga. I'm still going strong with once, sometimes twice, a week. I'm hoping to learn enough so that I can do it at home anytime.
After getting back from LA though, I find myself circling back to constant thoughts of anxiety about what other people are thinking about me, and how they see me. Namely, guys I like but can't get the balls to say so for fear of rejection. I worry myself with over-analyzing actions, events, and happenings which I shouldn't even be noticing because more than likely (ok, more like most definitely) don't mean anything... but I give them meaning... and then worry over them. To bring it into perspective, I like a guy - but having him would require me to declare how I feel about him and I'm afraid that doing so might jeopardize our friendship in the event that he doesn't return those feelings.
In any case - this is exactly what I shouldn't be doing. I should be focusing on ME. Not boys. I resolved that when I moved, I would take hold of the fresh start life was giving me and learn from the lessons I painfully acquired back east. I'm getting better... just not sure how to keep getting better.
Sexy Lifeguards, Foxy Love, and Studio 54
Seriously, the best Halloween ever. Michael and I went to Studio 54 Wednesday night for their Halloween Party, the Beaux Arts Ball. Click the pics to see all the pictures from that night. Ended up not getting home until 6 am only to wake up two hours later to have to deal with escalations at work all day - but it was sooooo worth it. Already planning next years outfit. Who wants to do the group contest with us?!?!
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