Wedding & a Birthday

Well, it's been an eventful weekend. First, Friday was Raven and Kevin's wedding! Raven looked absoultely beautiful and I wish them the best. I don't have any pictures from the ceremony now, but I will post when I do.
Satruday was Ken's birthday (well, techincally it's today, Monday) so we (Bob and myself) celebreated by first going for lunch at drinks in Adams Morgan, and then paddleboating on the Tidal Basin by the Jefferson Memorial because that's something Ken's always wanted to do since moving to DC.
Then we met Margo and Fred at Lauriol Plaza on 18th for dinner and more drinks. It was a fun dinner for sure... (see photos)




After that we went on to the gay strip club, Wet where I had the fun of running into a guy I knew...working as a dancer. LOL, I was sure to give him a tip, the look on his face when he recognized me was worth the price of admission alone...
Ken got bored with the cock pretty quickly so we headed next door for a complete change of pace at the industrial club, Chiaroscuro. I got drunk as hell, really drunk. I'm sure I made a royal fool of myself... pictures NOT forthcoming.
And the rest, as they say, is history...

The Scandalous Fruit

Since the culinary arts are of my my little hobbies, I deicided to include this interesting article I came across today concerning the history of tomatoes. Yes, tomatoes, it's far more interesting than you might think.
Find out why Renaissance Europe referred to them as "love apples" by reading this.

What's In a Name?

My ultra swedish is Joakim Björkman.
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My very British name is Damian Pelham.
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My japanese name is 山田 Yamada (mountain field) 大輝 Taiki (large radiance).
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My Russian name is Vladislav Dmitriev.
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*Actually, when I was studying Russian, my teahcer dubbed me "Alyosha" which is diminutive of Alexei.

My yuppie parents say that my name is Graham Sebastian.
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Recipe of the Month

Calamares Españoles del Escándalo de Adán
or, Adam's Scandalous Spanish Calamari

A wonderful tapas dish from Spain, with my own adjustments that make it uniquely my own, uniquely scandalous! ...
Ingredients (feeds 4-ish)

*1 1/4 lb small squid, cleaned.
*6 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
*1 fresh red chili, or dried chili flakes
*1 tsp regular paprika
*1 tsp Hungarian or Spanish smoked paprika (hot varieties...if you like heat you can use 2 tsp Hungarian paprika instead of mixing with the generic type paprika)
*1-2 cups all purpose flour
*3 garlic cloves (crushed or minced)
*1 tbsp Spanish sherry vinegar (or subst. with red wine vinegar)
*1 lemon (1 tsp grated lemon rind from this lemon as well as it's juice)
*2-3 tsp finely chopped, washed, fresh parsley
*kosher salt and fresh ground black pepper to taste

-Clean the squid if not already done. Keep the tentacles (be sure to exclude the beak) and cut the body portion into small rings (discard everything else).
Place squid in bowl and pour over 2 tsp of olive oil, the chili, the crushed/minced garlic, the paprika, salt, and pepper. Cover in bowl and let marinate in refrigerator for 2-4 hours.
-Toss the squid in the flour and bread lightly. Heat vegetable or olive oil in a wok or deep frying panover high heat until very hot. Slowly add small batches of squid (be VERY careful- squid like to pop and splatter!!!). Fry each batch for 30 second-1 minute. Don't overcook!
-After frying add the still-warm calamari into a large bowl. Toss in the sherry vinegar (add more or less to taste), the lemon rind, the lemon's juice, additional paprika if desired, and the parsley.
-Toss evenly and serve with extra lemon wedges and parsley.

Discussions

Word to live by (or rather, words I OUGHT to live by) :

Know the true value of time;
snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it.
No idleness; no laziness; no procrastination;
never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

-Lord Chesterfield

Updates on my life

Well, it's been a long ass time since I've updated my blog. Oh so many things have happened since my last post. Didn't end up going to Rehoboth Beach like I had planned, instead I spent the 4th of July on the balcony of Ken's new fabulous 13th floor apartment with him, Margo, Fred, Raven, Kevin, and myself. We had a great dinner party: Ken made manicotti and a great homemade dipping oil, and I made Spanish calamari (recipe forthcoming, I promise). All of the food turned out delicious, and we watched the DC fireworks from the comfort of his balcony, above and away from all the crowds.
Other stuff has happened too, but too much to review here. It's hard to believe summer is almost over!

Now, since someone was wondering what was going on with my blog, I have decided to finally shift my blog in a new direction. Starting today, I am going to have a little potpouri of everything, food, politics, life, thoughts, and reader comments encouraged.

Politics

For example, one reader's blog has been discussing the gay rights issues. In response to one of his essays, here are some of my thoughts on some aspects of gay life. To paraphrase him, he was discussing the recent gay pride parade in DC, and how the men dancing in thongs, etc., was not doing anything positive for the gay community. I beg to differ.. see below

I'll also leave my 1 1/2 cents about the topic above. While I agree with a lot of your argument, I feel I have to disagree when you say,
"it sends the wrong message to our hetero counterparts that we’re sex crazed, promiscuous perverts who’ll do anything for a cheap thrill."
My point of view is, so what? I think that is exactly where the gay movement has gone wrong, trying to curry favor with heteros by portraying ourselves as neat clean-cut upstanding citizens.
Why are we to be held to some lofty standard, when straight people are free to indulge in the same behaviors without their whole community being judged? A large portion of Middle America is never going to accept us (as the last elections show). Fuck 'em, I say. If they don't like us doing drugs or having lots of sex, fuck 'em. They aren't going to help us out either way. We don't owe Middle America anything at all, and since our rights don't seem to matter to them, their opinions of my leisure time don't matter to me.
There is a larger issue here, and it goes above even GLBT rights... the broader issue of freedom for everyone.
I think, rather than trying to imitate the Ozzy and Harriet lifestyle of suburban heteros, we need to take a different approach to gain straight allies.
When we approach this is a freedom issue (the freedom to do what you want with other consenting adults, regardless of gender) I think we will catch the attention of more heterosexuals. Because, we must remind them, if they take away our rights, you'll be next!

-So there...what do YOU think?

Books

Next to politics, my other passion. Thanks to Jonathan and his closeout from his offce at the now defunct (?) Lambda Literary Foundation (one the only gay literature organizations in the country) I have a ton of free books by gay authors. Right now I am reading "So Long Been Dreaming: Postcolonial Science Fiction and Fantasy."
It is an anthology of writers, some gay, some straight, from Africa, the Carribean, India, and Native Americans. Fascinating works that definately deserve the attention of anyone interested in speculative fiction. Highly reccomended!
As a result of reading it, I was to explore the works of writer Vandana Singh more.
More book reviews as my summer reading continues!

Win a Date With Adam Scandalous!

You know... everything else is going great in my life...all the major and minor drama has pretty much passed. But it seems I'm always getting involved with guys who seem right at first, and then...
and it's not like I WANT to be in relationships all the time...they just sort of happen, even when I just want a fuck-buddy.
So, to help me weed out potential co-dependents, psychos, Mr. Wrongs, and general losers, I have created the Adam Scandalous Dating Questionaire.
(feel free to print out and make copies for your friends) Fill one out today, and win a date with me!*
*subject to terms and conditions, open to legal residents of the 50 states and DC, must be 18 years of age or older, and have the maturity to match.

First:
*Have you ever been convicted of a felony and/or incarcerated? If so, PLEASE explain. I can't wait to hear...
*Have you ever been in a psychiatric facility? On meds? Do you have "issues?" Again, please explain.
*Have you been/are currently addicted to any narcotics. AA member?
*Please note Adam is NOT currently interested in "helping" you become something, completing you, or emotionally/finacially supporting you in any way.
*If you answered yes to any of these questions, consider yourself pretty much disqualified.
Now, the fun part:
What Adam is looking for

*Guys that are not from Louisiana or Quebec. No. Hands down, no. Nyet. Nein. Non.
*Guys that act their age.
*Guys that are out of the closet to their family and friends and co-workers. No, I am SICK of being anyone's "good friend."
*Guys that aren't afraid of Public Displays of Affection, especially in our own gay ghettos like Dupont.
*Guys that have managed to move out of mommy and daddy's basement in the suburbs.
*Guys who HATE Bjork
*Guys who have ambition
*Guys who take general care of their bodies...this includes certain grooming techniques...nobody should have to floss after oral sex.
*Guys who aren't cheapskates.
*Guys who can appreciate nightlife.
*Guys that are relatively punctual.
*Guys that like my friends, and whose friends like me (yes, I KNOW that one is asking a lot)
*Guys that aren't afraid to get dirty.
*Guys that like Thai food. And restaurants in general.
*Guys that like British comedies.
*Guys that HATE the Golden Girls (it's a long story...have an ex that was obsessed with that show...I could die a happy man without ever seeing that show again)
*Guys that like Universal Gear.
*Guys that aren't afraid to go in the Leather Rack.
*Guys that do NOT live in Logan Circle (again, long story)
*Guys that can be spontaneous in all situations.
*Guys that prefer tea to coffee.
*Guys that go to the gym.
*Guys that are NOT work-a-holics

-alright, I think I've exhausted my list for now. If you think you apply to most of the above, hit me up. I'm not bitter...no, me, never!

Multiple Sighs of Relief...

Well it seems the vast majority of the drama in my life has passed (knock on wood). Raven did not in fact get married yet, Bianca and DJ safely made to the airport Wednesday, and along with other more personal drama, your truly has not had a mental breakdown yet.
By the way, happy Summer, as Tuesday was the Summer Solstice (ie, the first day of Summer).
Second, Margo's birthday is coming up, so Happy Birthday, Margo!!

I'm not really sure where else to begin...so much has happened since my last post...

Drama!

Today and yesterday there has been so much drama!

First I learn about the drama about Ken staying with Margo and how he had to leave beacuse of a dispute. Then late last night Bianca calls me upset because her mom (whom she's staying with for awhile while visiting the East Coast) threw her out too after a dispute so DJ and her drove to her dad's house on the Eastern Shore, and then Raven calls this morning to tell me her and Kevin are thinking about rushing their wedding, eloping, and getting married TOMORROW!!!
Never a dull moment...

Happy Pride!

Happy Gay Pride to all! This weekend in DC was the annual Capital Pride celebration. But let me back up first...

Friday I spent some time with Bianca and DJ (the friends visiting from Portland Oregon) to take a night tour of the Lincoln Memorial and other stuff around the Mall. It was DJ's first time in Washington, so it was special for him.
Saturday we went together to Dupont Circle for the Gay Pride Parade. The parade was fabulous, and I have a ton of pictures to post as soon as I find a website to host all my images (I'm a cheap ass and don't want to pay for my own domain!)

It was wonderful, and we met up with Margo and Fred and went to Georgetown to get some shopping done for Bianca. We then headed back to Dupont to meet with Ken and Bob (yes, BOB, "I remember when Bob and I..." that Bob) and we went as a group over to the Brickskeller for beer and dinner, and Raven joined us too.
The next day along with Bianca (DJ split off to go check out the Holocaust Museum) I went to the second part of pride weekend, the Capital Pride street festival, on Pennsylvania Ave. It was absolutely hot as hell, but it was great to see people. At one end there was a stage for various artists, and I managed to catch Deborah Cox's performance. You know, I've never been a big Deborah Cox fan at all, but I have to say, she gave a FIERCE live performance, and it was cool to be that close to her. Aside from the music, free stickers and beads, it was way too hot to really enjoy it. So we went to Adams Morgan for dinner with Ken, walked back to Dupont Circle as night fell and relaxed in the circle. Somehow by the end of the night I was exhausted from all the walking and heat.
Today I went to help Margo since she had to take her car to the dealership, so I offfered her a ride home. Only it seemed everywhere I tried to go there was some major accident or construction! Argh! I was an hour late picking her up, I felt so bad, but around here, what can you do?

Under Pressure

It's been a busy week for me, and about to get busier. First off, it's been hotter than Hell all week thus far.

Monday there was a spectacular thunderstorm, something just short of a hurricane! It was something to see. Oh, my friend Bianca and her boyfriend DJ have come from Portland, Oregon, to stay for most of the month of June and sightsee around Maryland, DC, & Virginia. They arrived this past weekend. I've been busy during the weekdays this week, so I can't spend much time with them unfortunately. But we will have all weekend hopefully.
I also wish I could take the time to go visit Laura and Ian. We have kept in touch, and we always talk about hanging out, but I haven't yet (still) had the time to come to Richmond. Hopefully you guys can up here someday too! I also have two more job interviews, one tomorrow. Yes, as a friend said, finding a job IS a full-time job, especially in DC! I of course continue to work my other job, but I'm always searching for greener pastures... namely the greener pastures that offer 40K a year and benefits.

Yesterday I ran into my friend Joe, who I hadn't seen in some time. He was around Dupont to water Chris's plants while he's abroad in Costa Rica. So we started talking and he made the observation that I only seem to date older guys. Which brings me to..
I'm a Daddy's Boy
-or, Why Adam Only Dates Older Men
Hmmm. Actually the youngest guy I've dated was 25 (or 15, depending if you use actual years or maturity level). All the others have been in the 27-33 range. I just turned 24 this April. So it's not that great an age difference usually, but I've noticed there are great variations in maturity levels from 18-24 approximately. That is to say, an 18 year old fresh out of high school is not going to have a lot in common with me as a 24 year old, even though there's only 5-6 year age difference. Whereas with someone 5-6 years older than me, there would be less maturity-difference because we'd both have been in the "real world" so a significant amount of time.

(Anderson Cooper of CNN News, one of the sexier older men out there...)
So what I am saying is this: I have no problems having a fling with say, some shaggy-haired 19-year old boy. But when it comes to actually having a mature relationship, I need someone older, experienced, mature, financially and emotionally stable. Men are like wine...the more they mature the better they get!

Good Ridance to Bad Rubbish

I'm thankful for the passage of time... if only because when you're having a shitty day, you know that at midnight a new day will technically begin, hopefully a better one. Normally I'm upbeat and perky in this blog, but I'll go ahead and say it, yesterday fucking sucked balls.
Depsite many things going very well in my life, allow me to bitch about the things that, while trivial, collectively attacked me all at once yesterday: headache, waiting for a friend visiting from out-of-town to contact me, my family bitching at me, Jim out of town, stuck in traffic for an hour and a half, rain, Casey (me ex) contacting me and starting an argument...
I swear some days you just regret getting out of fucking bed in the first place. I should be happy, ecstatic, at all the things going on in my life, but yesterday was the dumps. So I took an extra dose of St. John's Wort, laid in the sun, and have generally had an Adam Day.
Some good news reached my ears though as a result of a phone conversation yesterday...
Hitler Goes West
Yes, Hitler (AKA Casey, my ex) has a job interview this thursday in Los Angeles, California for some company... Do you realize what this means??? Casey not only could potentially be leaving this city, but he could be moving clear across the fucking continent!! I'll never have to see him again!! I'm doing a little dance as we speak! Move! Move! Move!
So, my faithful reader, light a candle, pray to whatever power you believe in, but let's hope he gets this job and leaves DC once and for all.

"Til a Landslide Brought Me Down..."

Well, maybe those of you up in the news recall yesterday in Laguna Beach, California, there was a huge landslide that brought down several houses.
Well, as it turns out, Jim has been in Orange County (The OC) visiting his family. It didn't occur to me until after I saw the evening news that, oh shit, Jim's family lives in Laguna Beach, and I hadn't heard from him in some time. So here I was thinking poor Jim was burried under mud and rubble, but alas, he is ok.
He contacted me and he is alright, the house is alright too (the landslide occured 2 blocks from him). That's California for you. Eathquakes, landslides, fires. I like DC a lot more...very little happens here, at least in the way of natural disasters. Man-made disasters are another story altogether.

Adam's World Tour

It occured to a few days ago whether I was a well-traveled person or not. Most of my friends seem to have done more travelling than I have, but then, this is Washington so that doesn't say much. Just a thought...
Countries Adam has visited:

United States - Well, this one is obvious. Cities I have have spent large amounts of time in: Washington DC, New York, Philadelphia, Cincinnatti, San Francisco, Portland, Baltimore. States I have at least visited: DC, Virginia, Maryland, North & South Carolina, Georgia, Pennsylvania, Ohio, New Jersey, New York (upstate & city), Delaware, West Virginia, California, Oregon, Washington State.

Canada - Montreal and Quebec City

United Kingdon - London, Dover

France - Calais, Paris, Bordeaux, Carcassone, Nice, Cannes

Monaco

Spain - Barcelona

Italy - Florence, Pisa, Orvieto, Rome, Naples, Sorrento, Capri, Bari, Ancona, Venice

Vatican - (Does that really count?)

San Marino

Greece - Patras, Athens, Piraeus, Thesolloniki, Mykonos, Naxos, Tinos, Delos

Austria - Vienna

Germany - Munich, Mainz

Liechtenstien - Vaduz(another city-state...do these really count?)

Switzerland - Lucerne

The Netherlands - Amsterdam, Vollendam, Monickendam, Edam

Belgium - Brussles

South Korea -Seoul, In'chon, Suwon

So that brings my count up to 17 nations, including the city-states. Not too shabby for a 24- year old I suppose.

Countries that Adam has not seen, but would like to:

Russia
Sweden
Iceland (Scandanavian boys!!)
Thailand
Cyprus
Malta
Portugal
Turkey
Cuba
Brazil

As you can see, for the most part, I like the warmer, Mediterranean climates. What can I say?

4 days off...

First off, Happy Black Gay Pride to those concerned. The streets of DC were certainly all the more colorful for it. I for one enjoyed it... lots of tall handsome muscular "chocolate" running around the streets is perfectly fine by me!

Let's see... so thursday night Ken hung out with me. Somehow, and I'm not exactly sure how, we wound up going down into Rock Creek Park (the park between Dupont Circle and Georgetown) around 11 pm. Basically Ken had never seen DC's most infamous "cruising parks" so I figured we'd play tourguide and tourist and go for a little walk. Yes, I know this is the same park where Chandra Levy was found chopped up...

Anyway, we go down into the locally-dubbed "P Street Beach" area, and there's a couple guys cruising, a guy whiping his dick out, the sounds of belt-buckles unfastening and pants dropping. In other words the usual stuff. Well we walk in the other direction toward the Q Street bridge and Ken tells me he has to take a piss. So I walk away to give him his privacy. So I walk aways up the trail and I'm standing by myself when all of the sudden 4 men appear out of the darkness and are saying something provocative to me. I pretend like I'm not interested and start to step back and they come closer to me.
And that's when all four start running toward me. Folloing my instincts, I immediately dart through the trees towards where I left Ken. I catch up to him, still being chased by four muscle-queens, tell him we gotta get the fuck out of here, and start this mad race through the dark not knowing where we're going, but we're going, still being chased.
We somehow emerged from the park behind the big church on 23rd St. As we spilled into the well-lit street, our chasers stopped following us and turned back.
There's a lesson in there somewhere.

Later we hung out in Adams Morgan reminiscing over our little adventure with all the drunks along 18th St. It was only the beginning of the long weekend.
Friday night I did quite a bit of cooking that evening (recipes forthcoming) since Friday has become Adam's cooking day. Still a bit shook up by my almost-rape/murder the night before, I had coffee with Ken, Bob, and Kurt. And surprisingly with the four of us at one table there was no drama. It was actually really nice!
Saturday I went with Ken (Bob was supposed to go, but didn't) to this hookah-bar called Oasis Cafe. I love hookahs! Over puffs of scented tobacco and descent Arabic food, Ken and I caught up on a lot of shit. Later we went to Soho and met up with Raven and Seth. This brings me to a story...

But first I'd like to interrupt with a random picture of my celebrity crush. Chris Carrabba... I'm going to start the Chris Carrabba Queerbois Fan Club. Let's have a moment of silence for this..

Moving Right along...Last week a certain guy friend whom I've known for a long time asked me out. Now, I know this guy has liked me for a long time, and there's always been a sexual tension between us. But everytime he makes any sort of move, I'm involved with someone. I guess it's partially my fault too, as I was too chicken to make a move myself. At any rate, I've been seeing this other guy for awhile now (THAT'S a story for another blog entry) and so I had to tell this guy without hurting his feelings (I hope) that I just can't right now.

Sunday I woke up hella-late and was reminded I said I'd go shopping with Margo, Fred, and Ken. We met at Margo's place and went to Chinatown so Margo could peruse the markets for Chinese herbs and teas for her ailments. We were starving for brinner (brunch + dinner = brinner, for those days when you wake up hungover and 3 pm and haven't eaten) so we followed the smell of food into one of the Chinese places for dinner. Pretty good, even though I'm still partial to City Lights on Connecticut Ave. (though admitedly it took me awhile to be able to go back after all those years dating Hitler, I mean, Casey.. it's his favorite restaurant).

Later with Ken I went to Biddy Mulligan's bar in the Jury's hotel on Dupont Circle for drinks with his friends Cary and Steven. Steven's hot...a boxer, well-dressed, handsome. Cary's a very lucky girl! Anyway after that we went for coffee and ran into aformentioned guy who's been asking me out. Based on his little behaviors last night, I really do hope he understands I am TAKEN at the moment.

SOhO...The Movie!!

SOhO - Episode I Revenge of the Fabulous
A long five minutes ago, in a DC neighborhood not too far away...
There is a certain cafe known for its bohemian atmosphere,
and oddball characters. It is just begging for a documentary to be made about it.
Between drunken twinks, psycho bums, Dena, and Gayvid dressing up, our story leaves off
as we find our heroes, Adam & Seth, filming their documentary about
the denizens of this Dupont Circle institution...

Well, yesterday my friend Seth brought his video camera down to SOhO cafe, and we began interviewing characters and regulars for our documentary about the place. This is already turning out to be very exciting!!! As our work progresses, I will keep you all up to date. Who knows...this may be airing at a film festival near you.

Weekend Updates

Since my last post, it's been a busy week. I left off at Wednesday afternoon after drinks at JR's. I met up with Ken and Margo and we went to Speghetti Garden in Adams Morgan.
Saturday I went with Margo & Fred to see the new Star Wars movie, Episode III Revenge of the Sith. I have to say, I wasn't too crazy about the first two prequels, but this one was pretty good. Of course, it was fun to see that whiney ass Hayden Christiansen finally turn evil. He's hot when he's all angry.
Afterwards we went to Austin Grill for lunch. It was a busy day. Unfortunately Aja's birthday party got cancelled, but it was Jayme's graduation party that day as well. Congratulations on your graduation from George Mason University, Jayme!! And unlike last time, there were no embarrasing incidents (It's funny how fast that story travelled).

Your #1 Match: ENFP

The Inspirer You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends. You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules. Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives. You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller! You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.

What's Your Personality Type?

Come to the Dark Side...

Star Wars Horoscope for Aries

Like many aries, you have demonstrated your penchant for inflicting pain. You feel you are at the center of the universe and that you must be in control. You enjoy being a leader... and you find that your aggression and quick temper serve you well. Star wars character you are most like: The Emperor

What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?

Adam's Electric Koolaid Sleeping Pill Test

First, a promotional plug for "Michele Rochambeau's" blog, Few and Far Between. A wodnerful gentleman I'v had the pleasure of sharing many an enlightening conversation at Soho. What a magical place Soho can be...philosophers, hustlers, college kids, gays, lesbians, yuppies, hippies, indie rockers, writers, artists... all forms of life. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
I had another job interview today! (with a considerably nicer pay offer) so wish me luck!
In other news I ran into Aaron the other day on the street with Steve/Storyteller. (those who were part of that Dupont "circle" of friends will remember him and Chelsea). he's living in Pennsylvania now, but plans on coming around to visit more often.
Oh, and word has it the fabulous Dena will be moving to West Virginia soon. Now that's a change of pace! From Dupont Circle's resident fag-hag to West Virginia?? In a way I'll be sad to see her go, it'll be the end of a fabulous era. And I won't be able to make fun of her anymore.
I'm on my laptop now killing time before I am to meet some friends at JR's at 6:00 for drinks. I normally detest JR's, but Jonathan insists on going there...I don't plan on staying long. Ken and Margo are also coming down later too..

Which brings me to my little "trip."

Yesterday, knowing I had to get up early for my interview, I always get nervous the night before and can't sleep. SO I visited a certain friend to get a sleeping aid pill to help me get a full night's rest without tossing and turning. WELL, I don't know what the hell was in the pill or what, but within 30 mins of taking it I swear I started tripping..
I was watching Conan O'Brien as I always do before drifting off to bed, and I swear Conan came out of the TV! Not exactly what I look forward too when I hallucinate but whatever... my whole room started changing, I mean shit started moving, a pile of clothes came alive, my bed started to feel like it was floating... The odd thing was I wasn't freaking out...it was very pleasant actually. Except I kept thinking to myself, "this shit BETTER wear off before I wake up for my interview! This is the last thing I need right now!!"
I eventually did drift into sleep..and had some of the weirdest dreams I've had in ages. But, as my friend said, I woke up full of energy and alertness. All I can say is when I see this person, I want to know what the hell it was they gave me. I don't like being given hallucinogens without knowing ahead of time what I'm getting into.
I guess the moral of today, then, is don't take strange pills, even from friends.

Post Script
Another blog plug: At drinks tonight Mike reminded me about his blog, Articulatory Loop. Check it out.

Summer Fashions!!!

What's new? Yesterday, Friday the 13th, I went to Filene's Basement on Wisconsin Ave. for some new summer fashions!!!

Filene's is another reason I love Washington (they have stores in NYC, Boston and some other cities too I think). At Fielene's you can find names like Prada, Kenneth Cole, Versace all for 1/4 what you'd pay at a retail store. So I love this place, naturally.
Among some of my good finds on this visit were a pair of Kenneth Cole jeans... like the best pair I've ever found, they're like taylor-made for my ass (which some say I hardly have one, hence it's hard to find fitting pants), a pair of Kenneth Cole dress pants and dress shirt (for work), a Lucky shirt, a nice casual shirt. I was very happy except for the totally inept cracked out bitch working at the register who didn't know her ass from her elbow. But a small price to pay for fabulous bargains. I can't wait to go back, I could live there!
Oh, and I have another job interview... this is good, it means I can keep my options open and actually pick the best offer rather than settling for something second-rate. But what's up with all these positions not starting until June? I want money NOW!

New Things...

Well, first a note about the new counter you'll see on the sidebar to your right. No, the number you see is not correct. That'd be pretty depressing if it was. I started this blog back in February of 2004, and I just put the new counter up last week. So who knows how many people have really visited my blog... so the number you see is as of May 2005. I just wanted some idea of how many people actually read this...I'm always pleasantly surprised by people talking about my blog. It's flattering.

I had a very nice night with Jim last night. I don't know what it is about him... he's very nice. Besides getting lost driving around Lincoln Park (No, NOT the band) trying to get back to Dupont Circle, it was a pleasnt evening. I met Raven at Soho much later (Jim had to go to bed...I forget some people have to go to work early in the morning), I missed comedy night, but I got to see her since I didn't see her all weekend (how odd, I know!) What else is new with me... I'm keeping to my new work-out schedule. Actually I'm really hella-sore today because my muscles are finally being used after a long winter of laziness... I'll get Jim to massage me maybe. =) I don't know what's gotten into me, either... maybe it's the spring season making my sap rise, but I've been abnormally horny lately. Like really.

And now the dessert...

Your Mexican Name Is...

Don Graciano

What's your Mexican Name?

What's sad about the following quiz, is that I've seen more of Europe than I have of my own country... how'd that happen!?

Your Travel Profile:

You Are Well Traveled in Southern Europe (47%)

You Are Well Traveled in the Northeastern United States (43%)

You Are Somewhat Well Traveled in Canada (40%)

You Are Somewhat Well Traveled in Western Europe (36%)

You Are Somewhat Well Traveled in the Midwestern United States (25%)

You Are Mostly Untraveled in the United Kingdom (13%)

You Are Mostly Untraveled in the Western United States (11%)

You Are Mostly Untraveled in the Southern United States (8%)

You Are Mostly Untraveled in Asia (4%)

You Are Untraveled in Africa (0%)

You Are Untraveled in Australia (0%)

You Are Untraveled in Eastern Europe (0%)

You Are Untraveled in Latin America (0%)

You Are Untraveled in New Zealand (0%)

You Are Untraveled in Scandinavia (0%)

You Are Untraveled in the Middle East (0%)

How Well Traveled Are You?

I <3 to rant

Random thoughts that occurred to me this weekend...

The Heart Rant

I'm not sure exactly where this horrible trend got started, but lately instead of saying "I Love..." for example "I Love You", people have been saying "I heart you" using the word heart where the heart symbol <3 is. The examples are too many to count here, like the movie "I <3 Huckabees" which apparently is pronounced "I heart Huckabees."

Stop people. It's not cute, and it wasn't when this trend began. Now it's just fucking annoying. Next time someone in public says "Adam, I heart you" I'm going to rip their beating heart out of their chest and say "I heart you too."
Let's officially lay to rest "heart" in the Trend Graveyard, ok? It's a bad trend from 2004 that should not survive into 2005. It has gone the way of stone-washed jeans, braided belts, Pearl Jam, and the phrase "don't go there."

Tales of the City

This week I got one of my favorite miniseries from TV, Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City on DVD finally. I've been wanting to buy it for ages, but I had a hard time justifying the purchase to myself. So I found it online (NOT through Amazon, mind you) for half price. It's based on the stories by Maupin about San Francisco in the 1970's, the bohemians, the gay movement, all the craziness that makes me sad I wasn't born yet to enjoy it.
This week I've also tried working out again to rid myself of winter cellulite and general unhealthiness. Of course my late night snack last night kind of negated the whole thing, but whatever. Oh yeah, I should quit smoking too. Right.

And it's been awhile since I put a recipe up. So here is a very simple recipe that's also very good. Keep in mind it's fairly spicy, so adjust the red pepper to your taste. I like mine WAY hot. It also makes a LOT, so you may want to cut the recipe in half.

Chicken Curry

2 teasp ground red pepper
2 teasp curry powder
2 teasp chili powder
1 teasp salt
1 teasp ground coriander seeds
1 teasp ground ginger
1 teasp ground cumin
1 teasp ground cinnamon
3 tablespoons butter
1 cup chopped onion
2 garlic cloves, minced
1 pound skinless, boneless chicken breast, cut into 1-inch pieces
1 (8 oz) carton plain fat-free yogurt
1 (6-oz) can tomato paste
5 cups cubed peeled baking potato (about 2 1/2 pounds)
4 cups water
4 1/2 cups hot cooked Basmati rice
2/3 cup chopped tomato

Combine first 8 ingredients. Melt butter in a Dutch oven over med heat. Add onions and garlic; cook 5 minutes, stirring frequently. Stir in spice mixture & chicken, cook 10 minutes.
Separately, combine yogurt and tomato paste, stir with a whisk. Add yogurt mixture, potato, and water to the pan. Bring to a boil. Cover, reduce heat, and simmer 1 hour, stirring occasionally. Serve over rice, top with chopped tomato. Makes 9 servings.

April Showers Bring May Flowers... ugh

First... am I the only one who thinks it's ironic that Paris Hilton is staring in a movie called "House of Wax?" Typecasting?

Anyway, let's see how far back I can remember what's been going on...
Sunday was the first of May, it was a beautiful day, and I met Jim for brunch at Pepper's. We had a good breakfast over mimosas (even though I prefer bloody marys as my morning alcohol kick.)
He took me back to his place on Capital Hill. I'm blushing just thinking about it.

So later that same day, I went to meet some friends in Dupont Circle, enjoying the sun and people watching.
Monday I went to comedy night at Soho... and somehow it wasn't painful. It was actually funny... there were lots of funny new comics. I'm regaining my faith in comedy night.
Tuesday night I met Raven and Ken at The Brickskeller for drinks to celebrate the end of Raven's exam over glasses of my favorite beer, framboise.
It's a very hard beer to find in this country, but that's why I love The Brickskeller, and I'm glad I introduced two more friends to the framboise cult.

That's what's been new with me... more to come. And remember my drink-making contest below!

Bar-mania! Contest

Yesterday while having drinks at Townhouse Tavern on 17th St, it occured to me that a) some drinks have WAY crazy names... like "cowboy cocksucker," "sex on the beach," etc. and b) I should have a drink invention contest on my blog!

Now I'm too cheap to actually give the winner a real prize...but I'll be sure to give you credit and promotion here on Adam's Deep Blog.

So here's some examples of crazy drinks with even crazier names...

Banana Assmaster

Ingredients: 2.0 part Banana
4.0 scoops Ice Cream
4.0 oz. Milk
2.0 oz. Vodka

Directions: Mix all ingredients with a lot of ice and blend in a blender. Add vodka to taste.

Or perhaps, Here's my own invention... it is inspired by a man we all know and hate/love, taking his favorite things and fusing them. I humbly submit,

The Casey (my ex-boyfriend)

Ingredients:
1-2 shots Maker's Mark
1 can Diet Coke
1 Parliament Light cigarette

Directions: Mix shot(s) of Maker's Mark in a glass of Diet Coke with ice. Serve garnished with a Parliament cigarette next to the glass. Smoke and drink in alternating puffs and sips. Complain about Adam, Enjoy.

Or here's a subtle variation based on a certain old Greek woman..

The Dena

Ingredients:

1-2 shot(s) Greek Ouzo (aniseed liquor)
1 can Diet Coke
1 Virginia Slim cigarette

Directions: Mix shot(s) of Ouzo in a glass of Diet Coke. Serve garnished with a Virginia Slim cigarette next to the glass. Smoke and drink in alternating puffs and sips. Complain about Adam, Raven, Sophia, Gayvid, Soho, etc. Enjoy.


NOW... the other rule is this has to be something you test in your kitchens first. I don't want any dumb shit now... it can be gross, but it has to be realistically drinkable (ie, no car antifreeze, rat poison, DC tap water...)

Send me your recipes and get famous! Who knows.. maybe one day your recipe will be ordered in bars across the world~

Ch-ch-ch-changes

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Ch-ch-changes
Look out you rock 'n' rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't change time
-David Bowie
"Changes"

Well since my last post, things are still going well. Tonight I had a date with that guy Jim, the one I met at Cobalt Saturday last. It went very well and I got to learn more about him over drinks and dinner at The Brickskellar Inn. I really like the Brickskellar and it's been ages since I went there. It's claim to faim is it has the widest selection of beers in the world. Now, I don't know if that's necessarily true, but I wouldn't be surprised if they had the largest selection in the United States. I mean, they have literally hundreds of beers from around the world, and it has a cozy little atmosphere that reminds me of intimate little establishments in The Netherlands and France.
Anyway, like I said, the date went well and we have plans to meet up again this weekend. He's very mature and intelligent, so we'll see what happens.
Not much else is new, just waiting to see what's happening on the job front.
My Myspace profile URL has also changed. It is now http://www.myspace.com/dcadam. Change your web bookmarks accordingly, because I know SO many people are interested. Stop laughing.
And on other news check out this link to one of my favorite new bands, The Postal Service. I fell in love with them last autumn when the song "Such Great Heights" came out. They're a pretty great band, they have the very "emo" 80's sound I can't quite describe. Another good band to check out is Rilo Kiley. More rock-based, I absolutely love the female lead singer's voice. Even if the mainstream doesn't pick up on them (I guess their too busy talking about how Ashley fuckin Simpson is a great singer, or Britney's baby or something) I expect great things from this band in the future. God what's wrong with this country, so much good music, but too many people are listening to whatever pop drivel is being forced down their throats. I would say Eurpean youth have more taste, but these are the same people who think Anaesthesia...er I mean Anastacia is a diva. To me she sounds like Donal Duck had a sex-change and sang karoake.
Enough ranting. Goodnight.

Kill Your Family... but first take off your shirt

Let's see... well first I feel I should apologize for that post below where MAYBE I went a bit far with the things I said, and maybe I regret writing it like I thought I would. But I also feel like I can't go back and delete it, because that's self-censorship and goes against the purpose of having a blog where one can rant. I don't know what to think anymore. I just realized today a certain person hasn't spoken to me since the birthday...I don't know which is sadder, the fact he's not talking to me, or that I'm only now noticing he didn't call. Shrug.
Anyway the week went by ok, except by midweek I got this nasty little infection or something in my sinus and lungs, so I tried cutting back on smoking which is such a pain in the ass. I know smoking is going to be the death of me, but damnit I like smoking. I have no intentions of quiting anytime soon. All my friends are smokers, so at least we'll all die together from it.
Friday I went first to see the new Amityville Horror movie with Margo, Ken, Fred, Stephanie (the Haitian girl), and some new guy she hooked up with Dominic. Notice I didn't even put a link to the movie site, I refuse to help them out in anyway. What a stupid fucking movie. It had maybe 5 seconds on real terror in it... the rest was just laughable. HOWEVER, that having been said, Ryan Reynolds at least made it interesting to watch.
My summary of the movie... The ghosts tell Ryan Reynolds to kill his family, but first he has to run around shirtless for an hour. The shirtless part was fine by me... it was the "horror" I went for and didn't see. Why can't there just be a "Ryan Reynolds Naked" movie. Just 2 hours of him looking hot. No plot, no dialog, just hot and sweaty Ryan Reynolds. Now THAT"S worth price of admission!

Maybe the Amityville spirits can tell him "Go sleep with Adam..."

Sigh. Moving along. And now for Adam's Horror Movies These Days Rant
It seems horror fils coming out in the last couple of years suck ass. They aren't scary. Why? Read on..

When the Blair Witch Project came out, it sparked a bunch of reality-style horror movies that just lacked the luster of the original concept. Now after The Ring came out a few years ago, it seems all the horror movies are following suit, this new Amittyville flick included. I'm sorry, but when I saw The Ring I admired it's pschologial horroe aspect, but when that stupid little girl came crawling out of the well, it wasn't scary, it was laughable. Now all the horror movies have supposedly looking "scary" ghosts and such that all resemble Samara from The Ring moving about real fast of creeping up behind you or coming out a TV set... it's not scary. It's hokey.
We need to get back to the psychological horrow of the classic horror movies... sometimes it's best when you don't see the monster. Sometimes it's best when you're left to use your imagination. Of course most people these days don't have attention spans to begin with.

Well Saturday Ken and I went back to Margo's where she was making Bailey's ice cream in her ice cream maker with real Bailey's. Fabulous idea! After a few drinks we headed to Austin Grill in Old Town Alexandria for dinner and more drinks. It was a cool place and very filling portions, I'd been craving spicy Mexican food for some reason. After dinner we decided to check out The Black Cat. It was really cold last night by the way. Anyway the club was ok, there was some punk show going on upstairs which we missed, and I ran into Sophia briefly in the red room. Actually I hear my ex goes there a lot, but thankfully I didn't run into him. So Ken downed some White Russians (which turn my stomach) and I got to scope out all the hot punk/indie rocker boys before going for coffee at Soho to finish up the evening. The drama is STILL continuing between Ken and Bob which I had a long discussion with about. And today I've done nothing but putz around (since I didn't get home until 5 this morning) and because it's cold and wet outside I've been acting like a bear cub in hibernation. It's going to a busy week full of surprises (dates, job interviews, parties) so I've gotten my beauty sleep in advance!

For Your Entertainment

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

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You're France!

Most people think you're snobby, but it's really just that
you're better than everyone else.  At least you're more loyal to the real
language, the fine arts, and the fine wines than anyone else.  You aren't
worth beans in a fight, unless you're really short, but you're so good at other
things that it usually doesn't matter.  Some of your finest works were
intended to be short-term projects.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid

You're Rhode Island!

You are a contradiction in terms and most people like making jokes about
this. If people heard that your inspiration was historically Greek, they simply wouldn't
believe you. You are extremely tiny and indeed, your whole world view is simply small.
You're a tremendous fan of Stephen King novels, yet still somehow maintain faith in a
higher power. You're still working hard to convince everyone that your schools have
nothing against the Board of Education.


Take the State Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Your Inner European is French!

Smart and sophisticated. You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.

Who's Your Inner European?

Your Japanese Name Is...

Kin Inokuma

What's your Japanese Name?

You Will Die at Age 58

58 Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.

What Age Will You Die?

You Are Fruitcake Soda

You're gonna get tossed like a drunk midget

What Jones Holiday Soda Are You?

Enough with the quizzes... anyway as an update, I have officially joined the rest of the modern world and got a Motorola camera phone yesterday, thanks to our friends at T-Mobile. It's about damn time I got one. My old phone was very much "in"... about four years ago when it first came out! It's just that I could never justify to myself buying a new expensive phone when my old one worked just fine. I'm like that with a lot of things, which is what separates me from a lot of the disposable culture victims (especially gay men).

Post Script

OK, there is a little issue I left out of my last post about my birthday weekend. And I created a post about it before that, then felt guilty for posting an angry heat-of-the-moment bitch session.
But I should note, since I know the right people read this blog, that my weekend was 99% perfect... there was ONE little issue that could've made it perfect.
Of course, I refused to let this one person's absence put a dent on my good mood or great time. But in the aftermath of the weekend, I feel this has got to be discussed.
I hate childishness in people, I try to only surroung myself with self-sufficient and mature goal-oriented adults. So when I was dating a 15 year old essentially trapped in a 25 year old body, who had very little sense of personal goals or responsibility, it shouldv'e been a red flag...ok this is already taking on the wrong tone. People wonder why I'm picky about people I get involved with, this is why. I typically date older men because I'm sick of meeting guys who are in their twenties who don't bother to move out of mommy's house, find a real job, and pursue some real life goals. Sure there ARE some self-sufficent adults in my age range, but they're usually taken. Small wonder why.
Well, it's true I'm the one who broke it off with a certain boy (I say boy instead of young man for a reason) but regardless I thought we were still going to be friends.
Then he calls me and informs me that despite months of knowing about my birthday and thinking about visiting, he wouldn't be able to come. A week beforehand, mind you. His car wouldn't work... so alright, be a big kid and get on a bus or train or plane. I'm sure someone can hold your hand and make sure you find your seat too.
Well, this person said he didn't have the money...but he somehow planned on going to Kings Dominion for Laura's birthday? And this doesn't cost just as much money??!!!
Ok, so that was a week before my birthday. As the week approached we talked again...
(incidently, the Kings Dominion trip didn't pan out either) and he had the FUCKING NERVE to say:
A) He didn't think he should come because of the situation and it would be awkward for him, given everything and being around my friends.
-Ok, this is a less-lame excuse. But then he said...
B) He had a gift for me, and I should come to Richmond to pick it up.

ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHARGHHHHDHU ufr pi irue vuas h heuh ^&#^$%&#(@)(!!!!!!!

That's how I felt as I calmy hung up... and threw the phone against the wall.

*Maybe he could've spent the present money on a ticket to DC instead, since his presence would have been more appreciated than any gift.
*Maybe he should've planned a little better financially.. for someone who had no money to visit me, it certainly seemed you were out spending money that weekend anyway. I do read you blog darling from time to time still...
*Maybe he should realize that if he wants to be counted among my friends, he has to be there when it's important. I've always been there for him in the past when it was important. Friendship is a two-way street.

I could almost say I hate him over all this. It's not just me being a selfish prima donna, this was ONE FUCKING TIME in the entire time I've known the boy he could've made the initiative to come visit me instead of being a passive little child and expecting me to be the adult and always visit him.

And aforementioned boy-man, if you're reading this... Take my birthday gift and shove it up your ass. If you think I am EVER coming to Richmond to visit you, you're dead wrong. If you think you wanna be my friend, you know how to get to DC. Rent a car, take a plane, take a train, take a bus, hitchhike, but for fucks sake GROW UP and take the initiative for once. If you don't reciprocate the visits, I don't see any reason why I should continue coming down there either. I'm throwing the ball in your court. Your move.

Birthday Blowout Weekend

It's been such a great past weekend, so much has happened, so many good things I feel my luck is changing, good things are definately goin' on!

Well let's see. I have a potential job interview this week for a high-paying new job (I won't discuss it at any lenght yet so as not to jinx it), and I've had one of the best birthdays yet this weekend, thanks to all of my friends who helped make it special. (seriously, I know I don't get sappy very often, but you guys are great).

Friday since I planned on being very busy on Saturday (the 16th) which was my actual birthday, my parents took me out to dinner and we did the whole gift/cake thing. From my brothers I got some cool apartment stuff that I could use, and from my parents a new digital camera! This camera is the shit, it takes excellent pictures and movies, and it's smaller than my palm. I've been using it like crazy, pictures forthcoming...

Saturday, after getting my gift from Kurt (it seems we're trying to resolve our differences) I met my friends at Lauriol Plaza in Adams Morgan for dinner. Since it's one of the most popular restaurants in the city, it took an hour for our whole party to be seated, which was fine because we just hit up the bar. We got outdoor patio seating, which was fabulous because it was a beautiful evening, and the food was superb. I had this really good Spanish seafood dish, and a nice glass or two of sangria with it. We did the gift thing, and I was almost teary-eyed. Margo & Fred got me this awesome Cuisinart coffee/espresso maker/grinder in one, it's fabulous. Bob actually painted me a painting... he put a lot of effort into it and it's going to look really cool on my wall. Ken gave me a handmade leather journal, he even did his own little etching with a personalized message. The beautiful Stephanie, fabulous Haitian princess that she is, also was there for my dinner.
After dinner, we went to Raven's apartment in Dupont for a joint birthday party for the two us us (earlier that week we celebrated her actual b-day on Wednesday at Cafe Japone's kitschy little futuristic bar). Chris showed up with a bottle of wine for me (you know, I got like a million wine bottles this weekend.. are people trying to tell me something?) Ben was there, Kevin was there, and a bunch of other people I don't even remember. The drinking continued of course, well until around midnight when it was time to hit up the club. We went to Cobalt and I got pretty hammered and danced until the club shut down and we had to leave. I "met" (ok, I was dancing and sucking face with apparently) this very attractive guy... I don't really remember too much but my friends told me he was cute and they approved SO he's been calling me and trying to meet up for drinks and I probably will meet him at some point this week.
I got into bed around 7 a.m and trying not to puke, so when Jonathan called me at noon to remind me I was supposed to meet him and his boyfriend for Sunday brunch at Freddy's it was all I could do to roll out of bed and hurry my ass down there. I'm sure I looked like death warmed over as I drank coffee trying to recover. It was good to see Jonathan and Gordon, even if the food was shitty and the service was absolutely abysmal (never eat there!) After wards I went to Dupont Circle to sun myself and have coffee with people.
Monday I had coffee in the evening with Ted, Sophia, and Ken & Margo showed up and we ended up hanging out late as usual. I've been so tired from these past few days I need to de-tox and hibernate for a little while
And that's what's been new with me...


You are LaFawnduh. Why are you so sweaty?


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Fuck the Cherry Blossoms

Same as last year, this whole Cherry-blossum-mania that has decended upon DC is driving me nuts. Fuck the cherry blossums. I used to like them, now they just make me bitter and resentful for some reason.
Let's see... I'm going to try and speedily sum up the past few weeks, or at least as much as I can remember...
Easter came and went. Getting more and more frustrated with the drama involving Kurt & Bob, April Fools Day went to Guerilla Queer Bar at McFadden's on 24th St. in Foggy Bottom with Ken, Margo, and Fred and a bunch of other people, saw some cool people, finally ran into Ed again, met this fabulous midget named Marinella at the bar and had a drink with her and brought her to my circle of friends. Margo lost her ID and credit card and never did find it. It rained like cats & dogs, went to drag queen bingo at Club Chaos, had dinner in Adams Morgan, went hiking in Great Falls National Park, had dinner at Hamburger Mary's in Logan Circle on 14th St., Ozzy is moving to Texas, heckled people in Dupont Circle with Gayvid and Jordan, Comedy Night at Soho... I'm sure there's a lot more, but that's all I can remember right now.
Me and Raven's birthday's are this week (Raven on Wed. the 13th, myself on Sat. 16th) and we're already planning a blowout weekend.
[There used to be more, but my conscious won't allow me to keep it up here, like I knew it would... damn internal guilt]

Don't Feel Like Blogging

I realize it's been way too long, and so much has happened in the past few weeks since I last blogged. I don't feel like blogging much tonight after everything that has happened. It's been a beautiful Spring day, yet I've been dreading life, knowing PJ would read my letter at some point, dreading his reaction (which, under the circumstances, he handled very understandingly and well). And it doesn't help that in the middle of all of this I've been reading Anna Karenina, which is all about the dissolution of a relatioship.

I just want people to know I do love PJ, I do. But I am human, and I can only keep holding on for so long, I tried I really did. I wish I had never let it go on so long, maybe it wouldn't have felt so bad ending it. I liked all of PJ's friends and hope we can be friends, as I naturally hope me and PJ stay friends. I hope to visit Richmond again soon, and all are welcome to visit DC.

I need a drink. Maybe a few.

Anyone Like Writing Screenplays?

Given the amount of drama in my short 23 years on the planet, and my friends, today I decided they need to make a Lifetime movie about us all. I was chatting today with PJ's friend Chris and we discussed this in-depth. First, the cast should consist of washed-up 80's actors in need of jobs. Like all Lifetime dramas, naturally! It will be a cross between The English Patient meets Kill Bill meets Wuthering Heights meets Night of the Living Dead.
And for our cast of has-been celebrities: Pj and I shall be played by Corey Haim and Corey Feldman, respectively. Me and Chris both want the great Sela Ward to play our mothers. Others cast shall include but not limited to: Delta Burke, Tina Yothers, Kirk Cameron, Sarah Gilbert, Kathy Ireland, Liza Minelli (as Dena), Jackee (pronounced jak-ay), Molly Ringwald, Franka Potente (to add a foreign edge to it), Dione Warwick, Mayim Bialik, Joey Lawrence, Dave Coulier, Soleil Moon Frye... we literally came up with 200 actors who need work. Soundtrack to be provided by Belinda Carlisle, Debbie Gibson, and Irene Cara.
And with all the drama this won't just be a made-for-tv movie either... this will be Lifetime's break-out movie to go to the theaters. I'm thinking Cannes Film Festival... NO, this will be a trilogy... move over Lord of the Rings!
Now we just need to plan the thing.

Anyone you want to play you? Leave a comment...

Spring has Sprung in My Pants

"Behold, my brothers, the spring has come.
The earth has received the embraces of the sun and we shall soon see the results
of that love!  Every seed is awakened and so has all animal life.
It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being and we
therefore yield to our neighbors, even our animal neighbors, the same right
as ourselves to inhabit this land.
My love of our native soil is wholly mystical."

-Chief Sitting Bull (Tatanka Iyotaka), Hunkpapa Sioux (1831-1890)
  Lakota Medicine Man and Chief was considered the last Sioux to  
    surrender to the U.S. Government

I decided to start with that quote as Sunday is the first day of Spring. Finally! I loved Winter, but warm weather is much appreciated. Unfortunately it is, for me, also the season of allergies and sinus problems, so we'll see how much I'm actually able to enjoy it.

Well, since I last wrote what has happened to me?
Well this this weekend I spend several evenings after work, per usual, at Soho with friends like Ken and Raven. The drama between Ken and Bob continues as usual, though it seems to be improving... tonight Bob is actually going out with Ken to drag queen bingo at Club Chaos. Of course he chooses a night I'm teaching to come out. Well progress comes in small steps.
Friday afternoon I had free so I went to Dupont for a hair appointment and met up with Ken for coffee and when Chris got home from work we walked up to Adams Morgan for dinner.
It's funy because when you get three indecisive people trying to figure out a restaurant it can be comic. Add to that the over-selections of places and cuisines and it's a surprise we ever ate at all. After walking around the neighborhood checking out every menu we finally decided on an Italian place called San Marco. I'll have to remember this place: it's cheap, good food, and they have a rooftop patio weather permitting. Fabulous.
Saturday I went to visit PJ in Richmond.. I wanted to make the St. Patricks Day parade they were having, but since it required getting to Richmond before 10 AM, I just couln't make myself. Lol. When I did get there we went to the local mall for some shopping and coffee with Laura, and went to this cool Mongolian barbeque placed called Greywolf Grill for dinner. It was excellent. And we got to listen to the table next to us give, en masse, "Shiiiiiit!" (if you don't know the inside joke, ask me). Well that summed that up! We spent the night at Laura & Ian's and slept in perhaps a bit late to be woken by the arrival of Ian's mother who was visiting.

I love this picture of PJ


Of course, running on my weekend schedule, we never made it to the parade which was continuing that Sunday But we did go with Laura to River City Diner in the neighborhood called (snicker) The Bottom. The best damn milkshake I've had in years. After brunch me and Pj spent some time together alone. It was a very nice weekend. And that's what's been going on with me.


The Mark Twain: A leisurely paddle steamboat
navigating the Rivers of America in the 19th
Century! A venerable Disneyland institution,
you date to opening day in 1955 and respresent
stablity, tradition, and a healthy dose of
Americana. You never make your passengers
seasick (in part due to the fact that you role
along your secret underwater track) and always
offer some great panoramic views of a Frontier
mining town, New Orleans, and back woods
glimpses of wildlife and injuns straight out of
a Samuel Clemens tale! Small children and old
folks like you best, but that doesn't mean you
don't know how to get out and enjoy the
nightlife, you play "Steamboat
Willie" in the nightly production of the
Fantasmic! Spectacular. Just one question,
just how is that you are always managing to be
headed "down river"?


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Adam's Revolutionary Book Club

Some have noted my aversion to television and "popular culture" in general. I would say 90% of my friends share this aversion. I basically don't trust pop culture junkies. When you have to have your capitalist "culture" spoon-fed to you, it's not culture, and you've become a guinea pig. If you want to know a little more about my feelings towards TV, I reccomend you read this book! Throw your TV out the window while you're at it.
[note: this is not to say I never indulge in watching TV...but rather I limit my exposure to a few hours per month, and I watch it rather selectively, based on the quality of the program and what I gain from it.]

Also, readers have noticed by frequent snubs at suburbia. Sprawl and de-populations of our cities, our main cultural centers, is killing this country, I think. People become isolated in their car-oriented socio-economic bubbles. It's environmentally unsound as well to keep building out and out... instead of up and up where less space is used. I know personally in a more condensed urban neighborhood, you actually KNOW your neighbors, you can walk to your stores, there is an actual sense of community. So, here is one of my favorite books on that subject, which a friend Gary once reccomended to me, James Kunstler's Geography of Nowhere. The only positive thing I see now, is that cities are starting to slowly revitalize and attract people once again (hello...look at DC in the past 4 years!)

So those are my revolutionary seditious books for you to peruse this month... more to come, stay tuned.

Fabulous

I'm sitting at Soho after work hanging with Raven as she looks at wedding dressed (yes, she's already planning her wedding with Kevin) and waiting for Ken to show up.
Let's see, what's new in my life? Well, i am currently reading Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina and Frank Herbert's Children of Dune. I have this weird thing about reading two books at once. It keeps me from getting bored when one book hits a slow point. I read one on the Metro riding to and from work, and the other before I go to bed. I know it's an odd selection to read together, but that's good too. I found the copy of Anna Karenina in my father's basement o' books, and figured I should read it because, well, it's Tolstoy and one of those "great novels" you should read at least once in your life. I'm reading the Dune series again after seeing the movie Dune. I read thee series in high school but it's been a long time and as with all novels I've re-read I realize I missed a lot of subtleties.
Let's see...last Friday I went with Ken to the Laughing Lizard in Old Town Alexandria to meet up with Margo, Fred, and two friends of hers visiting from out West. I think the one girl's name is Charlyse (I think that's the spelling). She was cool, and she's very into vintage clothing, so she brought some stuff for me and Margo to check out. I wound up buying a Navy peacoat from her that I really liked. The Laughing Lizard was a pretty cool place, there was a punk band playing downstairs.
Afterwards me and Ken went to Soho for coffee, only to meet my ex Hitler, er, um Casey, and his roomate/new boyfriend/ex boyfriend/roomate/I don't fucking know what he is, Larry. DRAMA. They sat with us and generally annoyed me with their small talk, despite the fact that Ken was nice enough to give them a ride down the street because it was cold. I was so glad to get rid of them. Ugh. I try being nice, and all I get is grief in return.
Anyway the next night me and Ken went back to Chiaroscuro since we had fun the previous week. Ken met this guy Dan online and decided to meet him there. Dan is I would say about 40-ish, retired Air Force officer, goofy but cute in his own odd way. And he had never been to a goth/industrial club before. So it was interesting to watch. I mostly hung out with Ozzy and his friend Eleanor. We stayed until close and hung out at Soho aferwards until 5. Ken was happy to use "taking Adam home" as an excuse to get away from Dan. Needless to say they didn't hit it off too well. And this Dan guy kept called me "Topher" all night, saying I look like the actor Topher Grace. I've gotten this before. Is it true? I don't think so, but then another guy once said I looked like a Hobbit, and I don't see that resemblance either.

Anyway, find out what "useless skill" you would be with the fun quiz below...


You are 'Latin'. Even among obsolete skills, the
tongue of the ancient Romans is a real
anachronism. With its profusion of different
cases and conjugations, Latin is more than a
language; it is a whole different way of
thinking about things.

You are very classy, meaning that you value the
classics. You value old things, good things
which have stood the test of time. You value
things which have been proven worthy and
valuable, even if no one else these days sees
them that way. Your life is touched by a
certain 'pietas', or piety; perhaps you are
even a Stoic. Nonetheless, you have a certain
fascination with the grotesque and the profane.
Also, the modern world rejects you like a bad
transplant. Your problem is that Latin has
been obsolete for a long time.


What obsolete skill are you?
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No Concussion Yet

Ah, I am sitting at Tryst in Adams Morgan relaxing after the day and two friends will be showing up soon, Chris and Ken. And I thought I would be the late one. That's GPT (Gay People Time) for ya. I'm trying to save room on the cafe's couch from the hoardes so my friends have a place to sit, and I'm getting bitchy looks already. Fuck 'em all.

So last night when I came home I was coming into my bedroom having left the lights off. I know the geography of my room without the lights on, right? Well I do, except I left the closet door swung open and...
SMACK!
My forehead and the closet door collided with such impact I literally saw stars. I was talking to PJ and Aja online and I had to go get ice for the swelling. I started feeling dizzy and getting a headache, which could have been the signs of a concussion. I was really dreading the idea of having to go the ER because I ran into a damn closet door. How embarrassing.
The swelling has gone down and is barely noticable today. And I feel fine, so no concussion, I'm glad to report. I still feel stupid.

Inside Out

The weather here sure has been screwed up! Yesterday night I was outside in a t-shirt, it was a beautiful Spring night…this morning I woke up to snow and blistering winds. What?!
It’s been a strange past few days to say the least…a weekend full of strange occurrences and odd coincidences. My weekend went thus:
Friday I didn’t feel up to going out so I just went for coffee with Kurt and Bob, and we wound up going to MVC so Kurt could buy porn. I have to say, I was impressed by their extensive selections of gay porn and more dildos and vibrators than I even knew existed. There was a little drama betwixt Bob and Ken (who didn’t come because Bob didn’t want him too…) Ugh, I throw up my hands, but at least I got to confront them about why they never want to come out with us. I swear I don’t have this problem with any other friends! I mean you shouldn’t have to twist someone’s arm for them to want to have fun… so the rest of us have stopped giving a fuck and we just won’t bother inviting them anymore.
Saturday evening I met up with Kurt (and I’m shocked he actually wanted to come after discussing it at coffee the night before) to go thrift-store diving in Old Town Alexandria. We apparently missed their St. Patrick’s Day Parade, hence all the men running around with kilts and bagpipes (Hey, I’m Irish, and let em tell you it takes a REAL man to wear a skirt!).
Kurt found some cool blazers, I found a place called Funk & Junk that sells cool 80’s vivyl records. That’s all I found that day, but later I found some cool shirts, a retro leather jacket, and a fedora hat. I love retro stuff. Me and Kurt had coffee at Cosi on King Street, and I took him home.
I met Ken for dinner and afterwards we picked up Margo and Fred, and we all went to Chiaroscuro at The Edge. It’s the alternative/goth/industrial party I’ve mentioned before. Margo especially looked FABULOUS in her black lace corset. It was a fun night, Ken especially had fun and was glad I introduced him to the place. Kurt and Bob, needless to say, did not go. Fuck ‘em. We had fun, went to Soho afterwards, and then went to Alexandria to drop off Margo and Fred around 4-ish. That’s when drama happened.
Ozzy and some girl he was with at the club took the Metro out to Fairfax to get home, but their ride from the station never appeared. So it was freezing and they needed a ride home, so we did the good thing and went to pick them up.
Now, they just moved out to the ‘burbs to some new place a week ago. So I can understand not being familiar with the maze that it Northern Virginia. (another reason I fucking HATE suburbs!!!) They told us they lived 10 mins from the station… so and hour later and they weren’t even sure if we were going the right way, I was a little pissed. Long story short, by the time I got home the sun was well up.
I woke up in a panic four hours later remembering I was supposed to be somewhere Sunday. I called PJ sounding like hungover tired shit, asking what time I was supposed to be in Richmond. PJ, (congratulations by the way!!!) got a promotion at his job, and I was invited to a dinner in his honor. I did make it, and I enjoyed meeting all his co-workers.
After dinner we went to see Laura and Ian, who I’d been missing. On the way there a dark human-like shape ran across the street. I thought PJ was gunna hit it! My first instinct was “ah, it’s Bigfoot! In Richmond!” No, it was a streaker! A young guy in nothing but sneakers racing across Quioccassin Street. How bizarre, how bizarre. Later, Laura showed me the most hilarious video she found online about sexual harassment. It’s a real training video, and not supposed to be funny, but oh is it. Watch it!
We had to leave, PJ had work Monday morning, and I was dead tired from a whole weekend on 4 hours of sleep. I don’t even remember getting into my room, I just woke up and there I was!
Monday night was comedy night at Soho, and the only reason I went was because Raven and Eden were there. The show sucked for the most part, but me and Raven passed the time by reading eachother’s Tarot cards. Which is funny because Saturday I was discussing the need to have my cards read with Ken. Anyway, it was a warm spring night…and as I said today there’s been snow! My schedule is turning me into a vampire. I swear with all the weird little coincidences going on, and the freakish weather, it feels like the whole universe is upside-down.

In Like a Lion

Well, it’s been a busy time for me in some respects. I want to take this blog in new directions again. When it first started out, it was a sort of irreverent news-of-the-weird type thing, then it became my personal diary and rant session, complete with nonsense quizzes and hate sessions against my ex.
I want to return to the concept of my blog being an alternative screwed-up news source, Fortean oddities, and yes, my opinions and diary.
It’s late and I’m tired, so don’t expect this to be the start of this either. For now let me tell you how me week’s gone.
March has come in like a lion, as the saying goes. It’s been wicked cold, and quite snowy around here. Last Thursday it snowed a lot but I still managed to meet my friend Tom for diner at Tryst in Adams Morgan again before he leaves for Chicago on “Partybusiness"
It snowed a lot, but it was also very pretty. I love snow, others hate it for some reason. Sometimes, I swear I wish it would snow everyday.
Later I hung out with Chris at Soho. Friday…I don’t remember! Saturday I went after having dinner with my family to Richmond to visit PJ. Together we went to his friends Mike and Chris’ house in the Church Hill neighborhood. Quite a nice place, I thought. They were excellent hosts, and their house is, well, absolutely fabulous. I liked them a lot, and me and PJ wound up spending the night there. Ok, maybe not the wildest Saturday night I’ve had but I was with PJ so it was great.
Sunday afternoon Pj took me to the Carytown neighborhood and we looked around all the cool shops, visited Phoenix Rising (which was sadly disappointing for their gay bookstore…one more reason I hate Virginia, I hate the South, and I could never live there) and he took me to that hella-cool toy store I love, World of Mirth!
Later, we had a fabulous intimate diner together at Pasta Luna, the food was fantastic and I always love times out like that with him. Our poor waitress was having a nervous breakdown, poor thing, it’s times like that I wish I had a joint to give her or something. PJ and I watched the Oscars together, which was entertaining. As it got later and the snow storm approached, I had to head back home to beat the snow. It snowed a lot Sunday into Monday, pretty much 24 hours. I’m always surprised how Richmond avoids it!
I didn’t have anything else to do Monday and I got bored (despite the hella-icy roads) and had coffee with Ken for a long time talking 1-on-1 which was nice. I also remember seeing Kurt but I can’t remember if that was Tuesday or Monday. I swear my memory sometimes!

And now by popular demand... [Laura and Ian I'm looking at you...]

Me and Raven, doing our best to channel the spirit of Dena




and of course, Dena herself... eating...a chocolate croissant. But man, does it look SO not right...


Moving right along...Wednesday night I went to Adams Morgan again in the freezing cold to meet Ken, Margo, and Margo’s boyfriend Fred. We planned on going to Tryst, but it was packed so we opted for The Diner next door, and shared a bottle of wine over food and conversation. I’m really starting to like Adams Morgan, I’m telling you, it’s better than Dupont.
Tomorrow I know I am going to Ikea to look at furniture for my new future place, and hopefully also hang out with Raven. I also want to check out thrift stores for some reason. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to one, and sometimes you can find cool shit. If anyone out there knows any cool thrift stores in the DC area, let me know, ‘cause I don’t know where to start.
You’ve made it this far…now your quiz!

You're Strawberry Shortcake!


What 80's Cartoon Are You?
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