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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Metroface, Rhino, Chiaro

Well, I haven’t been posting as usually as I often do, so here goes another entry… Before I begin my week-in-review, I want to discuss something. It has to do with the way people in the city, or generally the North are. Now, I have long considered myself a refugee from the South, with it’s Bible-thumping, racism, and homophobia. Yes, it sadly exists there still. I moved to DC with the idea of never looking back. But what has been traded in tolerance has been sacrificed in politeness. Let’s face it, Southerners know what hospitality means. People here seem to have forgotten the meaning of the word. And I fear it may’ve rubbed off me to some extent over the years.
Example: Last night as I was walking down R Street some guy stopped to talk to me at a crosswalk about how the full moon tonight was so pretty and big. I said, “Yes, it sure is” and kept walking. Other people around didn’t give the guy as much as a glance. People just don’t talk to one another. On a subway car or street corner, or even in the bars and clubs. It makes you wonder how people even make friends in this city! My friend Chris aptly named what he calls “Metroface.”
“Metroface” is that pouty don’t-talk-to-me vacant Versace-model-look that city people tend to carry. And Chris and I realized we are guilty of it too. I mean, the theory seems to be the greatest sin is to smile when sauntering down the street. No, you have to look angry and aloof.
Now, I’ve come to know there is a reason for this attitude. If you’re too friendly, there are predatory people who will sense it and latch onto you. Psuedo-friends, con-artists, co-dependent boyfriends, homeless people, they all fall into this category. In a way it pays to be pouty and aloof if only as a means of self-protection. But my point is this: you can still keep your wits about you, but for gods sake people you can lighten up a bit!
Ok, now that I’m done lecturing, onto my week. Monday through Thursday was much of the same. I couldn’t see PJ this weekend because of his schedule, which was too bad, but I managed to have fun with my friends. Friday night I went out with Ken and Margo to this month’s Guerilla Queer Bar event, this time at the Rhino Bar in Georgetown. It was fun, and I was out all night (as nights with Ken and Margo tend to go, I’ve discovered). We hung out at Soho to sober up and by the time I got home the sun was coming up.
I didn’t manage to sleep much because after waking up around 11 I couldn’t get back to sleep. Saturday night I went out again, with Raven (who was looking fierce in her short camouflage skirt and knee-high boots) to Chiaro at the Edge, the Saturday night Goth/industrial party. It was a lot of fun; I hadn’t been there in a while and look forward to going back. After we left the club around 2, I met Ken, Bob, Margo, and Kurt at Soho and as with the night before the sun was up when I got home. Man, was I tired! I think I mostly slept Sunday except for coffee with Kurt where I remember feeling like I was floating in space!
After work last night I met Ken and Margo again for another late night conversing over coffee at Soho. I’m really glad I’ve gotten to know them. It’s supposed to snow tomorrow, but this weekend I anticipate visiting PJ. And that’s been my week!

You're Transgender Barbie! You're well, there's no
way to describe you. Pick a sex and stay with
it!


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Valentine's Day'd Volume II

So, its been a great Valentine's Day weekend with my wonderful PJ! I can honeslty say for once I've had a great Valentine's!!! I swear my luck is changing this year! Good things are goin' on! Right now I'm home from work relaxing and having a rum-and-coke and watching Conan. Now to review my weekend...

So Saturday I drove down to Richmond and met PJ. He gave me a wonderful bunch of Valentine's Day gifts! First, he gave me two Kill Bill posters (he knows I am obsessed with that movie!). Then he gave me two great movies I've been wanting for a long time... Romy and Michele's High School Reunion and my favorite 80's movie of ALL time, oh yeah baby, Top Gun! And he also gave me a very sweet card. Oh, and from my family I got this milk-chocolate frog...with a gummy-insect in his stomach. Gross, and yet somehow cute...and what kind of Valentine's Day message does that send though? "Adam, we love you...enough to send you a candy frog with a insect in his stomach." Right. The box said "TOAD-ally Yours!" Hahaha oh that's a knee-slapper. It's toad-ally tacky!

We went to the mall near his house and got some cute pictures made in the photo booth (see pictures below) and then went to Laura and Ian's house where I planned to make dinner for everyone to celebrate Valentine's Day with a nice dinner. I made poulet a l'estragon, with onion soup for a first course, and creme brulee with berries. Ok, so I cheated on the soup and brulee, but everyone seemed to like it, so I was happy. I'll post the recipe if anyone's interested later. It's actually pretty easy, it just looks complicated. So, when we ate some of PJ's friends, John and Anthony, came by. First, I was shocked to find yet another reader of my blog! It's so weird to think people actually read this!

We went to bed watching "Taxi" with Queen Latifah and Jimmy Fallon...I really didn't think it was funny...hence us drifting off to sleep. I also remember having like 7 glasses of wine with dinner...I was buzzed. I think we went to Walgreens that night...OH YEAH that's right. I remember now! That was when PJ dyed his hair blonde (see pictures below). [side note- you know it's been a good weekend when you can't remember when your boyfriend suddenly turned blonde] So his new hair is hella-tight, it's a good look for him! The next day we got cleaned up and PJ showed me stuff from his college years and trip to the Bahamas. He took me to the mall and he took me to dinner, which was like a ton of food. Oh, another side story (I swear I don't have ADHD)... when I left to visit him, in my haste I forgot my wallet! Yeah, lucky I didn't get pulled over. Anyway...that left me two hours from home without a license or money, or credit cards. It sucked. But PJ was gracious enough to treat me to dinner and get me cigarettes...

After dinner we went back to Laura and Ian's to watch the Grammy's. AKA Night of the Horrid Dresses. I swear Queen Latifah, Jennifer Lopez, and Norah Jones ALL wore the most terrible "dresses" I've ever seen. If you saw it, you know what I mean!!
Unfortunately, I also was having the Allergy Attack of the Century that night. Something had been bothering me all day. My eyes and nose burned, I was feeling snotty and gross, and my skin itched like crazy. They took me to Wal-Mart because it was open and we did a little late-night Wal-Mart craziness (ah the people at a Wal Mart in Richmond, Virginia at 1 in the morning on a sunday night...need I say more?) and PJ bought me some anti-histamine so my body would stop going berserk.
Another side story: This wasn't as bad as the last major attack I had that sent me to the hospital... Back in the day when my ex and I lived on 11th Street I was helping him get a futon out of the basement. Now, as you may know, some of the rowhouses in DC were built in the early 1800's. Now, in the basement was this weird black mold/fungus that looked like it'd been growing since Lincoln was president..so my whole body went nuts. My nose ran, my eyes teared, my skin turned red and I broke out in hives, had trouble breathing and had to go to the ER later to get an antihistamine shot. But fortunately this time in Richmond I didn't have to go to the ER...oh THAT would've been intersting. No ID, no wallet...can you say denied? Ha ha. I should run into an ER next time I have an attack and scream "I have ebola!"

Where was I? Oh yeah, so Monday morning was nice to spend with PJ alone in his bedroom. Very nice. Unfortunately around noonish I had to leave and come back home. Went to work, didn't feel like hanging out afterwards, so I came home and here I am. I think maybe I missed a few things but I'm going to bed. Hope everyone had a good VD day! Love, Adam

Valentine's Day'd

Me and PJ from the Photo booth... Valentine's Day Weekend 2005!


PJ goes for his Blonde Ambition Tour


And finally,


Dena in all her bling-blingin' glory wishes you a Happy Valentine's Day!!

Blog, Interrupted

Well it's funny. Yesterday, after finding out about what happened with Laura's blog, something similar happened to me.
Long story short... Laura's roommate read her blog, and wasn't too happy about her venting her stuff online for all to read. Well yesterday my ex calls me from his office. He too has somehow found out about my blog and is none too happy with the way he is portrayed. While I realize this is perfectly understandable to feel that way, this is MY blog and as my online diary it is my venue to vent my feelings. Yes, I realize dozens...dare I say more, people in DC and elsewhere read this blog. And I apologize if by mentioning him he felt hurt, but it's not like I'm making shit up. Just telling it from my perspective. Don't like it? Create your own counter-blog!
Ok seriously. I don't want to hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. I suppose henceforth I will either not mention certain people in a negative fashion...or I will make up fake names to protect the allegedly innocent.

And now a cute picture to make everyone feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm going to bed.

Happy Mardi Gras / Carnival

Tuesday is Mardi Gras...I was wondering about all those beads I was seeing on people! Where's "Boys Gone Wild" when we need it?
Anyway yesterday I went to Soho's "comedy night" with Raven, Eden (The Word-Vomit Queen), and Gayvid. Zach and Colleen showed up, both of whom I haven't seen in ages, especially since Colleen and Tom broke up. More on Tom later. Anyway the show was actually decent for once.
Tonight after work I caught a late dinner with Tom, since we'd been planning to meet up and hang out for a long time now. I don't see him much, especially since he's been avoiding certain places in Dupont. So I walked up 18th St. and met him in Adams Morgan and we walked around talking. We went searchng through the shops for a new pipe Tom wanted. I love the fact that the stores sell these special pipes and water bongs "for tobacco purposes only." Please. We all know what they are for, and sure as hell don't look like something for smokin tobacco. Actually I saw one I wanted, maybe I'll go back and get it. He found a nice red one, and happy with the purchase we went down the street and had dinner at this French bistro called L'Enfant.



The food was good, I had chicken and mushrooms in a Gruyere sauce and quiche. After dinner we walked to nearby Tryst for coffee and smokes. There was a good jazz band playing, and we talked about Socialism (our common interest) and other stuff. It was a nice evening, and I always love seeing him. It was a deliciously Spring-like evening, and so nice to walk around at night. I've missed that.
Oh, and tonight outside of Soho I also had a confrontation with Dena!! She was crossing the street coming out of Legends (this Greek hole-in-the-wall "restaurant") and she saw me and flicked me off! Unfortunately as she was doing this and jaywalking, she didn't see the car speeding down the street and she almost got run over, jumping to the curb, flailing about. I, of course, started laughing hysterically and she was screaming something at me. I just pinched my nose (this has become the universal way to piss Dena off) and she walked off still screaming something at me. Fabulous.

Well, thats been my last two days. Hmmm, well now I think I should respond to a post on PJ's blog. He says, to paraphrase, that in the old movies people seemed to be more romantic, o rather, that romance is a dying art. Maybe this is true. I'm not sure. Personally I think "romance" seems to be dying because modern life is too...well, existentialist. People are just too post-modern to accept the cliches of romance. I mean, look at the divorce rates, look at the number of unhappy people. Modern life had given us so much, yet we find ourselves more alienated and unhappy that in any other period in history.
Now, I'm not going to be like the nimrod conservatives and say we should go back to some golden yesteryear when everything was better. It wasn't. And the romance depicted in the black-and-white movies is just that: Hollywood fantasies. I'd wager to say people were just as unhappy than as now. The only difference was people pretended and went through the motions. People just don't feel that need anymore. I know, I've been in a dying romance before. I think the way things are today, while perhaps less romantic, are if anything more honest. People can't live for another person, one has to care for one's self first. And then, true love, if the feelings are there, will follow. I'm a somewhat romantic person myself, but I've also been tempered by harsh realities. Romance is great, but define romance anyway. I like the idea of sweeping a guy off his feet, and being swept off in return. And I try, PJ, I do.

SuperBlow Sunday

Well, it's been an interesting week! Let's see, I will change format and go day by day...So that brings us to..

Tuesday February 1st.
Well it was hard getting sleep after (as you'll note in my previous post) my little caffeine overdose of Monday night. It was almost as bad as Jesse Spano's little caffeine freak out on the infamous episode of Saved By The Bell! "I'm so excited! I'm so excited..." Where was PJ to provide his Zack-like intervention? Anyway, after work that evening I went to Mr X.'s apartment on 17th St. (witholding names per usual) because for some reason I felt sorry for him and couln't say no when he asked me to help him fix his computer. Yes, I KNOW this is the same dirty old man who molested me while offering me a job, but this time he behaved himself for the most part and didn't grope me a-la-Schwarzenegger too much. Just overly freindly bear hugs. Then I hung out with Raven and Gayvid at Soho per usual until it was late.

Wednesday February 2nd
I went to Old Navy before work to use this giftcard Bob gave me for Christmas that's been collecting dust. I'm not much of an Old Navy person, but I found some cool stuff, even if I had to dig through a lot of crap. Literally,I mean, the store looked like th Indonesian tsunami hit it! Clothes were all over the place. I've never seen anything like it, very unprofessional. Also, it was Groundhog Day (he predicted six more weeks of winter...) as well as Candlemas (for Catholics) and Imbolc (for Wiccans). [isn't February a fun month!] I hung out after again as usual...guess where? Could it be Soho?

Thursday February 3rd
I went to Don's house in Columbia Heights on 10th St. to check out this house he has. He's offered me a room there so cheaper than what I'd pay for an apartment in the city. I'm still undecided. I mean sharing a group house (although it is a very beautiful and historic house) and Columbia Heights is a so-so neighborhood. So I'm undecided. at any rate it was snowing again, very beautiful to see the snow in the city.
I returned to Soho to hang out with Mike, and I also saw Patrick, who I haven't seen in ages. For those of you who don't know him, he's a former philosphy professor at Georgetown, and a very intersting man indeed to converse with. I always appreciate his words of wisdom. I also found out that Mike is debuting at Secrets next Tuesday night. I'm not passing any judgement, I have been known to visit gay strip clubs...and if he can make good money, more power to him!



Friday February 4th
Because a teacher at my school had surgery this week, I foolishly volunteered to substitute her classes for her. So since I had to get up at the buttcrack of dawn on my so-called weekend, I refrained from partying Friday night. I had coffee (decaf) with Kurt and Rick, but Kurt went home early, leaving me and Rick to talk by ourselves. I'm getting to know him a lot better, he's a cool guy. Yeah that was about all I did! Always an adventure with me...

Saturday February 5th
I got to my class a little bit late because the fucking Red Line was running behind schedule due to track maintainance on the Metro (does anyone remember a time when the Red Line WASN'T having trouble?). But that class...which was 4 hours long (!) went by fast enough and I really liked the students and we had fun. After work, because it was such a nice spring-like day (in sharp contrast to earlier days) I went downtown and met up with Raven and Chris at...Soho. Raven brought along this Eritrean girl she met in Georgetown named Eden, who is a student at Georgetown. This girl officially wins the Lifetime Achievement Award for Worst Word Vomit Ever. Seriosuly, she seemed like a nice enough girl, but for two hours the bitch talked NON stop, I've never seen anything like it! After she finally had to leave we were all exhausted just listening to her and trying to keep up! I swear she needs a joint or a Xanax to slow her down! Seth also showed up that night, but I started feeling bad. I've had this weird persistant headache that has lasted all weekend, sometimes accompnanied by achiness. I hope it's not a brain tumor! (Just kidding, I shouldn't even joke about that!) SO I went home early and after watching Keeping Up Appearances and Are You Being Served? (I love British comedies) I went to bed.

Sunday February 6th
I got up hella-early and went to substitute teach again... Lo and behold that class had 20 students (I'm used to smaller groups) and was a level 1 beginner's class. Meaning they know NO English whatsoever. Meaning I had to rely on every bit of Spanish I could muster from the moldy corners of my mind.
It was a stressful day of teaching, but I got along great with the students, we had some fun conversations in Spanglish, and for our lunch break (it was another of those damn 4 hour class periods) we went over the Brazilian Market next door. God bless the Brazilians for their gift to the world, Guarana. In case you didn't know, this is the stuff that gives Red Bull it's kick. It's more potent than coffee...and they have a wonderful guarana soda that lifted my spirits...and probably my blood pressure but hey it got me through the day.
After work I went by Dupont on my way home and sat for a little while in the sun with Chris in the Circle, people watching and catching up, eating Brazilian cookies, and enjoying the sunshine. My whole body felt as if it was parched and thirsting for sunlight. But my head and body was still feeling funky so I went home. I wanted to see PJ this weekend, but with work, and this not feeling so hot, I just couldn't make the drive down to Richmond. Well, next week will be Valentine's Day!
Today was also SuperBlow, er Bowl Sunday. You know, I actually tried watching the game. Not because I actually like football, (though watching it does give me some Butch Points, right?) but rather for the cute guys in their uniforms. Ah, come on!

And now, your dessert: A new quiz!

Lisa Turtle...
You are a very material person. Admitt it, you
couldn't live without those tedious things you
buy everyday. Money is your best friend, and
your looks are your persona. You know you may
not be the cream of the crop... but your
confident aura never lets people think twice
about who they are talking to.


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Bears, Wine, Insanity

It's been a whole week since my last post, I guess I just like to save up until interesting stuff happens. Well, this is my week in review. Thursday night I didn't have to work as late as usual, so I went with my friends Raven and her boyfriend Kevin to see "Are We There Yet?" starring Ice Cube at the theater in Georgetown. Note, it was the coldest night of the year in the city thus far, like 3 degrees or something rediculous, and it sure felt more like Moscow than Washington. So in order to make the last show, we ran down 19th street and caught the Blue Bus before it rolled away and took it to M Street and made the show just in time. It wasn't the funniest movie I've ever seen, in fact the kids in it were damn fucking annoying, but ti was good to spend time with friends. We went to the Barnes & Noble afterwards, and then waited for the bus to take us back to Dupont. It was running late and it was freezing, so we said "fuck it" and walked all the way back to Soho cafe.
[sidenote, I have had WAY too much caffeine right now and am feeling totally cracked out! It's been along time since I had this much coffee and I'm am extremely jittery.]
Well Saturday I went down to Richmond to finally see PJ after not seeing him for the longest time, so I was really excited. I met PJ at his house and we went with his friend Chris to Panera for dinner. It was sleeting, but it wasn't too bad. Go figure, when I got back here, I found that it had snowed 2 inches! Go figure!
So afterwards me and Pj went to Laura's house since I always love seeing her, and we heard she's been sick so we wanted to say hello. Poor Laura! I hope she's doing ok! More on that later... so we hung out and watched "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" which I found extremely intriguing, I'll have to rent it myself and watch it again. Because of the inclimate weather, Ian invited us to stay the night. I really appreciate it, Laura, by the way! Here's where things get interesting. I brought over a bottle of wine for us to enjoy (you know me and a good bottle of wine) and we didn't end up finishing it, so I put the rest in the fridge so Laura could have it later. Well, I come to find out that Ian finished it off and for laughs went to his car and blew in his breathalyzer (long story short- he has more DUIs than I have empty cigarette boxes, and had a breathalyzer in his car) and because of his little stunt he may have to go to jail. I of course feel horrible. I mean, I should've known better than to leave the bottle unwatched, what with an alcoholic in the house. God knows I have enough friends who are recovering alcolohics or drug addicts, and there are some things it's not kosher to do, like say, leave a temting substance in the house with them! But how was I to know he'd go and blow in his breathalyzer!? What an idiot! He's a sweet guy, but does he LIKE jail or something?! Anyways...
The next day me and PJ went to his work, and I got to meet his co-workers who were all very sweet. While we were there we made a teddy bear which we named "Christin...a" (to understand the inside joke go here) and wwe had a very nice dinner at Brio Tuscan Grille. The food was wonderful. Then we went back to Laura's, and i could totally tell her and Ian had been having some sort of argument before we showed up. I hope the bear made her feel a little better!! Unfortunately she seemed to get sicker that night, and I was afraid she'd have to go back to the hospital. Well, I also had to bring the car back to my family, so I had to drive back that night. It was hard saying goodbye to PJ. I like him alot...and we actually exchanged the imfamous "L word" and I don't mean lesbian. I think we crossed a threshhold last night. I can't tell the future, so I have no idea how things are going to go, but in the here-and-now I'm enjoying my time with him. We shall see where fate takes us. Of course I wished he was closer to DC, but then, I've also met some wonderful people in Richmond and made some new friends. (Contrary to popular belief around here, the world does not begin and end at the District of Columbia border!)
So that has been my week thus far. Now I'm just waiting for this jittery feeling to go away. And now a question that I'm sure is burning in all of our minds, if you were a deity, who would you be?

Hecate


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Hmmm.

Ex and the City

Today was an interesting day. Got my paycheck from work, and went to Soho afterwards. I forgot that Monday night is so-called "Comedy Night" which is a comic joke in itself. I understand amateur comics need a place to go and practice. But really, these rejects are some of the most unfunny bastards I've ever met. And most of them are suburban straight guys trying to crack straight guy jokes in a predominantly gay/lesbian urban coffeehouse. I swear one day as a joke I'm going to go in there with a track of crickets chirping, and play next time the "comics" recieve an awkward silence. My friend "Gayvid"/David was already thrown out once for heckling the "comics." Hell, HE was the only thing that made it funny!!
SOOO, I split before the show started and walked around Dupont Circle. Washington, and Dupont in particular is incredibly beautiful in the snow...


I swear, even despite some of the downsides of DC, Autumn and snowy nights are what makes up for everything, and makes living in DC so magical sometimes. Yes, the snow blanklets everything, even the used condoms, needles, toothless bums, transvestite hookers, Dena, and the other ugly things and somehow everything becomes so fairy-tale like.

Anyway as I was passing through the Circle, my ex called me out of the blue. Despite my better judgment I picked up the phone and he asked me to come over to his apartment to talk. Maybe it was delirium brought on by hypothermia or something, but I did.

When I got there he showed the film project he’s been doing. He has this new job making productions for private parties and business meetings. I always knew he could do it, I have to say he is incredibly talented, and this is the foot-in-the-door experience he needs. I wish him the best (I do, despite things I’ve said in previous posts). He gave me a belated Christmas gift he says he’s been meaning to give me, but he doesn’t see me that much these days. It was some glass Christmas ornaments, and a bottle of cologne from L’Occitaine from Provence. Very sweet of him, actually. Of course, all I gave him this year was a card for the holidays, and even that was generous. I hope he honestly doesn’t expect anything in return.
I didn’t actually stay that long, and ended up leaving to return home. I have to say, he was on his best behaviour tonight. But I'm not letting my guard down. But before I end this, I just wanted to add this weird ass dream I had last night!

Weird ass dream- 01/24/05

I was in the afterlife, which in this case (or so I was informed in the dream) was the Underworld. Don’t ask me how or why, but that’s where I was. And it really wasn’t all that bad. It’s wasn’t like how’d you’d picture Heaven or Hell…it actually looked more like Brooklyn! Which, to some, may be either Heaven or Hell! Anyway this old chain-smoking woman (who looked suspiciously like Dena) was giving me the grand tour of the city and we wound up at this old high-rise where she showed me my apartment I would be living in. In the middle of the living room was this giant banana tree. The lady told me, “The first two bunches pay for your rent. Anything after that you can keep for yourself.” She left me in my new apartment, and first, I watered the tree. Then this couple from next door came over to welcome me to the building...and to the afterlife. Then, I woke up… weird huh! I wonder what it all means? I’m sure Freud would have a field day with this one.

Snow Daze

What a weekend it's been. Actually because of the wether I didn't really do much. I went out Friday night to Dupont. Kurt and Bob wanted to hang out but they were being lame-o and just wanted to have coffee and talk as usual. Not to say that isn't all fine and good, but Kurt acts weird when I want to go clubbing. I mean, he sometimes comes out too, but he's very picky about where he wants to go, and he pretty much rules the situation (Let's go to Apex, Let's go to Omega) He's one of those people who gets stuck, er, comfortable, is his routines, habits, and hang-out places and doesn't like to deviate. I love spending time with him, but sometimes I have to draw the line and say I'm doing X with my other friends and if you want to come, fine, if not, see ya later. And I know Bob would probably branch out more too. Some friends are just like that. Don't get me wrong though, I love Kurt to death, he's one of my best friends, and he's there for me always. Nothing but love...
Well it snowed quite a bit this weekend, at least the most it has this winter. And it's been so pretty!!! I hope it doesn't melt too soon. Like tonight, it's the Full Moon, and the way the moonlight looks on the snow is really pretty. But alas, I the snow was a double-edges sword, for I couldn't drive to see PJ this weekend! But soon....
Anyway, I went sledding again with my brothers last night because there was no way I was going out, even though some friends did and said it really wasn't that bad. It was a fun day and I made frozen margaritas in the blender (my own, not the pre-made mixed shit!!). Today I mostly just hung around looking for ways to spend money online on shit I don't really need, wrote some more, and made dinner, which was a kick-ass success. Which brings us to this week's Recipe of the Week.
This one is Spanish... As in Spain, not Latin American or Mexican people. It's similar to a chicken paella. This goes really good with homemade Sangria.
Arroz Con Pollo (Rice and Chicken) Serves 4
Ingredients: 4 tbsp olive oil, 6 chicken thighs, 1 tsp paprika (I use more, and use Szegedy brand), 1 large Spanish onion roughly chopped, 2 garlic cloves finely chopped, 1 chorizo sausage sliced, 1 red bell and 1 yellow bell pepper seeded and roughly chopped, 1 generous cup paella rice washed and drained (I subst. with regular long grain), 2 large tomatoes seeded and chopped, 1/2 cup sherry, 3 cups chicken stock/broth, 1 tsp oregano and thyme, 1 bay leaf, salt.
-Heat the oil in a wide casserole. Season the chicken with salt and paprika. Fry until nicely brown, the reserve on a plate. Add the onion and garlic and fry gently until softens. Add the chorizo and stir-fry. Add the chopped peppers, cook until softened. Sprinkle in drained rice and cook, stirring, for 1-2 mins. Add the tomatoes, sherry, chicken stock/broth and dried herbs. Arrange the chicken pieces deep in the mixture and tuck in the bay leaf. Cover and cook over a very low heat for 30-40 mins until the chicken and rice are done. Done!

And yes, this quiz seems pretty dead-on. Coffee, cigarettes, red wine, reading Jean-Paul Sartre, general good taste. Why wasn't I born in Paris!!

You are a Parisian.


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Post-Modern Nihilistic Pity-Party

Oh what a depressingly dull week it's been. i wish I could say something cool has happened, but no not really. Other than hanging out with my friends I've been in this sort of existentialist funk of not knowing what to do. I know I've complained about this before, it's a recurring theme in my life. And if you don't feel like listening to me bitch and whine, consider this your disclaimer!***
Ok, so yeah. I just feel like I'm doing NOTHING of any great importance. I'm not being very creative as of late, I feel totally low on energy (perhaps this is related to Seasonal Affective Dissorder), and I feel like my days are just passing me by. It's like I don't know what to do and I feel paralyzed by everything that's going on. God, this is whiney, but hey it's my blog and I can get shit off my chest.
As much as I'm a self-proclaimed sun-child of the warmer climates (think California, Greece, etc.) I do like the winter, but only when it is truly cold and snowy. And today when I woke up after sleeping in a bit this morning, I opened my venetian blinds...
to see everything covered in snow! It really boosted my mood, albeit temporarily. (By the way to my friends, this blog isn't like a "cry for help" its just my nihilistic complaining, you understand if you've been around me long enough)

Well the snow has been fun. Didn't have to go to work. I went for a walk in the snow. I went sledding with my brothers (now THAT"S what makes Winter for me!) and had coffee with Kurt. Actually the main roads weren't that bad, but the side streets were, but I didn't slide too much.
I think I'm spent on my pity-party. Well I've started writing again somewhat. After a hiatus from anything remotely creative, I've felt a spark. Perhaps it's one of the great ironies that times like this are the ones when I produce the most. Go figure. In the meantime, if you are a fellow writer and looking for some pointers on that great novel you have stewing in your brain, may I direct you to How to Write a Suckitudinous Novel. Pretty funny stuff.

You are a Mod. Yeah baby.


What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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Living in Oblivion

Well kiddies, what has Adam been up to lately? Let's see. Friday night I hung out with Kurt, Bob, Maurice, Teresa, and "straight" Rick. Yeah somehow time flew that night I it was already the A.M before we realized it. Saturday morning I slept in and then headed to Dupont, with the intent of maybe walking over to Georgetown to do some shopping or whatever. Let me tell you the weather is so WEIRD. Earlier this week it was like spring, but Saturday was one of the coldest evenings in the city yet! Yet somehow it was a beautiful day.

I simply walked by Soho and saw some people I hadn't seen...funny how that happend whenever I walk by that place. It's like it finds a way to suck me in. Steve A.K.A. "Storyteller" was there with his new Italian boyfriend Michael and we walked around, had coffee. Then we had dinner at Cosi (I had the tandoori chicken) with two of Michael's friends from Maryland. They were downtown for DC's Leather Weekend.
And I was wondering why I saw all the leather people walking around! For those of you who don't know, every year DC hosts the Mid Atlantic Leather Weekend, which is pretty self explanatory. I actually got invited to go to some leather club, but I declined. Nothing to wear! Even though the Leather Rack is having some sales I hear. Better hurrry people!
I went to a few places and later I was back at Soho hanging out with David/"Gayvid" (faaabulous), Raven, Monte, and some other assorted characters. As with the night before it was like way in the A.M before I realized it. I was going to go to Cobalt, but they were practically closing by that point. Where does time go?
Sunday I hung out with Kurt and Bob and we went to play pool. Later we went for coffee, and Bob's boyfriend Ken was coming, but him and Bob were having some personal drama, so me and Kurt tried to stay out of it. The funny thing is later that night me and Kurt got bored so we went back to the same place, and Bob and Ken were STILL there how many hours later having their talk. So me and Kurt had some long philosophical conversation that lasted for hours by ourselves. Coffee and cigarettes. I tell you.
I've been feeling kinda low on energy this weekend, but it did feel good to go out Saturday night. Unfortunately PJ was very busy this weekend with work etc. Oh well =( But I also got news that my friend Bianca will be coming from Portland to visit me in May, so that's exciting! And that's my Weekend in Review! Stay tuned...

'Weirded Out!"

Ok, I'll make this quick. Today while rambling across the internet (no I wasn't looking for porn), well I ran across gay porn anyway. You know how those damn Google searches are. WELL...to my surprise I stumbled across a picture of someone I know. I will leave out names, but it is a friend of mine who apparently has been doing a little porn on the side.
I won't pass any judgements. Actually his pictures were pretty impressive. It's just funny what a small world we live in. You KNOW you hang around too many gay people when you randomly see some guy on an internet porn site and say "Hey, I KNOW that guy!"
And now your quiz of the day:

You're "So and So". You love going out on
dates, classy outfits, and tanning beds (just
don't get burnt... or dead). Isn't it cold in
Cheerleader's shadow?


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"It's Just Another Day"/ Eat, Drink and be Merry

You get crazy bonus points with me if you know what 80's song the first half of today's title derives from. Well for me it has been just another day. The same old routine, yet for some reason I just felt kind of weary in my bones. Like there's a need for some greater purpose and creativity in my life, but I'm stuck in a weird limbo where nothign has yet come into fruition, or rather, there is no action I can take.

Let's see... tomorrow is my friend Maurice's birthday. Happy Birthday Maurice! Hmm, in other news in my ESL night classes I am starting a new session, with some of my favorite students from the previous class, as well as some new ones. This looks to be an exciting new class!
I also got an invitation from a friend to attend one of the local Socialist party meetings he goes to. Now, those of you who know me know I am an extremely political person. In my opinion, as empowered citizens of our society it would be self-indulgent NOT to be active in politics. After all people, it is YOUR lives and futures being decided for you. And without getting on my Marxist soapbox, I don't appreciate having the decsions that affect the working class made by upper-class bourgeois politicians. Even the rich ones that pander to the lower classes (John Kerry, for example) Of course I voted for Kerry because he was lesser of two evils, but I'm talking about principles here. Anyway, I'm interested in going, except I'm not sure if this meeting is for the American Socialist Party or the Communist Party of the United States. May sound like splitting hairs to some people, but there are subtle differences. It would be like saying the Republicans and the Democrats are the same. Of course, even the words "socialism" and "communism" scare or turn-off people because we've been raised to feel that way. But if you ask the average person onthe street to define exactly what socialism and communism are...you tend to get blank stares and answers like "Uh, I don't know dude, like bad and oppressive and stuff." Well, if you want to know, I won't waste anymore time trying to explain them, just read up about Karl Marx and find out for yourself.

Ok, normally I don't get all "serious" on you guys like that!. So now I figured I'd do something a little different today and start merging one of my hobbies (cooking) with my blog. So each week I am going to have my Recipe of the Week, tried and tested in Adam's Kitchen. I know! How very Martha Stewart of me!

This week's recipe comes from my French cookbook by Carole Clements and Elizabeht Wolf-Cohen. (The book is published in the UK, but some places sell it online, one of my best cookbooks). Anyway it's actually very simple, but impresses everyone who's tasted it. Also note I've made a few changes based on my experiences to the instructions. I present...
Cotes de Porc Sauce Nenette
(basically Pork Chops in a rich sauce...but you can subst. with veal or chicken if you wish)
Serves 4
1 tbsp butter, 1 tbsp olive oil, 4 large pork chops 1-inch thick, salt anf fresh ground pepper, 4 tbsp white wine, 1/2 tsp dried thyme, 1 cup heavy cream, 1 tsp tomato paste, 1 tbsp dijon mustard, 1 tomato peeled seeded and chopped, 1 tbsp chopped fresh tarragon or parsley. Reccomended serving with French style potato cakes (I serve with rice pilaf)
-Melt butter with the oil in a lagre heavy frying pan over high heat. Season the pork with salt and pepper, then add to pan and reduce heat to medium-high. Cook for 2-3 mins on each side (may take longer...it always does for me) and then transfer to a plate and pour off fat. Add the wine and thyme to the pan and bring to a boil. Add the cream, dijon mustard and tomato paste and simmer for 2 mins, stirring frequently, then return the pork chops to the sauce and cook for 4-5 minutes over med-low heat. Add the chopped tomato and herbs, and cook for one more minute.
And that's it!
Goes best with a white wine, in my opinion. I like my wines very sweet, like Rieslings and other Rhine Valley wines. But many people like their white wines sweet, so you be the judge. And that's another thing about me. I LOVE wine. I used to think people into wine were pretentious and snobby. But I have come to learn a good wine can be...well, orgasmic. Perhaps in future posts I will review some wines I've had (believe me, I cook and have wine with meals a lot). Is this blog getting too stuffy or what! Lol. Well, Ok. I will leave you with a short list of some wines I've had over the holidays that were memorable.

Chianti by Piccini- I figured, hey, an Italian imported Chianti has got to be good right? Wrong. Dont waste your money on this one folks. Avoid the tacky orange bottle!!!
Kindzmarauli from Georgia.- Not the U.S. state Georgia, the country Georgia on the Black Sea! Their wines have an exotic reputation, and well deserved. I never had a Georgian wine I didn't like. I reccomend this one highly!
Louis Jadot Beaujolais- Reasonably priced and very good. I liked it.

Well those are the only ones that stand out in my head right now. More fun stuff to come!

Soooo Good!

It's been a long crazy weekend, so let me think back over all that's happened. Hmm well I'll start with Saturday, but first this public service announcement:


1986. The year that Australian exports in the form
of Paul Hogan were hot. Then you had Anthony
Edwards, Val Kilmer, and Tom Cruise flying
around everywhere. What?


What year in the 80's do you really belong in?
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Ok so saturday I brought PJ with me and we went to dinner at this place of 17th street called Dupont Italian Kitchen (or DIK, snicker snicker) which I really love. The food was excellent, and afterwards we went to my friends Jayme and Jen's house for a party they were throwing.

There were a ton of people there, too many to try and name. Anyway the party was a lot of fun, I got fabulously drunk, PJ had a good time too. Some other things happened that night later on, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to write about that here...maybe later I will come back to it. If you were at the party you might already be able to guess. Oh dear..."Three's Company.".



The next day we slept in very late. I had a nasty headache, and it seemed Jayme and Jen were a little hung over as well. As usual, they have the most extensive collection of alcohol I've seen in anyone's house... it's a regular liquor store. And to see the aftermath of a party, all those hundreds of bottles...I offered to help them clean up, because I don't envy anyone who has to clean that house after that. Anyway me and PJ got food and drove back to Richmond, making it in time for PJ to make me to this comedy club there called The Richmond Funny Bone. We had dinner and I had a few Long Islands as we watched Bobby Slayton who was the stand-up comic that night.
Oh my god was he funny! He kept ripping on people in the audience expecially, people who deserved it. I liked the club as a whole, I'd like to go back. After the club, we went to Laura and Ian's apartment to pay them a late night surprise visit. Actually we ended up haning out all night, going for food at Friday's (served by a cute waiter) and watching Catwoman with Halle Berry. And somehow that night I also managed to pop my bad knee out again...this is like the 3rd time I've done that! It hurts like hell, but fortunately doesn't last long one you move it back into place and walk around. But still rather embarrasing.

(Teen Girl Squad comics on Homestarrunner.com)
The next day we slept in again, and as a result I had to kind of leave in haste so I could make it back here in time to get ready for work. Yeah that's been about it this weekend. Be back laer with more fun...

"Panic in the Streets of London.."

Well, I have seriously considered going back to London sometime in the near future. I know I should continue saving my money but DAMNIT it is so tempting. I swear I am growing weary of this country. Of course, it would be nice toleave permanently. (Oh, Canada...) The more I read the news and hear how the Nationalist/Fascist party is trampling our civil liberties, our neighbor to the Great White North, or our neighbors on the other side of the pond start looking more appealing. In my darker moments, the things I see are so reminiscent of Germany in the 1930s. The people of the so-called Red States are not my friends or fellow citizens. There are two Americas apparently, and I don't WANT to be a part of th America envisioned by the Republican party. Or the rednecks and conservatives who put the Fascists in power again.


Well anyway, long story short, I will be hopefully visiting the UK again soon. In the meantime here's my New Years Resolution.

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Stop smoking pot by taking up crack instead. Get your resolution here

Let's see, not muchis going on elsewhere so I'll just ramble. I finished reading Carson McCuller's The Heart is a Lonely Hunter which is an amazing novel that takes place in the South in the 1930s. Not the feel-good-read-of-the-summer by any means. It deals with the lonliness and isolation of certain characters in a small town where they don't seem to fit in. I highly reccomend it, and many consider McCuller one the great writers of the American South.

Well I gotta run for now...more to come later

"Nothing Changes on New Years Day"

Welcome to 2005 and Happy New Year!
Well, it certainly has been an interesting week. After Christmas my bronchitis peaked at it's worse, and has now all but virtually healed. One of my New Years resolution, because of this lingering cough, was to quite smoking altogether. Naive, yes. But to my credit I've only smoked a few cigarettes so I'm not chain-smokign anymor. I've cut back considerably. I just think trying to quit altogether was a bad idea. These things take time.
And now for your first quiz of 2005:

You are 100% Scottish, and damn proud of it! As
well you should be. You have a love for the
more simple things in life, and don't like it
when someone treds on your territory. You have
plenty of attitude, and don't mind sharing it
with others. If they don't like it, they can
piss off!


How Scottish Are You?
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So what has happened over my New Years Eve?

Well Friday (Dec 31st) I drove down to meet PJ in Richmond. We had dinner and wound up driving all the way back into DC because all of my friends were out partying. It's New Years, so of course I wanted to have fun. You see, New Years hold even more special meaning for me since it's the anniversary of an auto accident on NYE 2000 that damn near killed me. So it's a Happy-New-Year-I'm-Still-Living celebration.

We got downtown and it took forever to find a place to park in Dupont Circle. So when we finally did, (thank-you Parking Gods) we met Kurt, Maurice, and Elizabeth at Omega, but went over to the much more happening Apex (or as some of us remember it by its old name Badlands) to ring in the New Year. The place was the most packed I've seen it, and I've seen that place packed. This was crazy though. Midnight came, and I think most of us wound up getting champagne and beer spilled on us, or molested by strangers dancing around us. Poor Kurt got soaked with someones beer and he wanted to split, so we went back to Omega. PJ and I were getting tipsy on Blue Motorcycles and stuff. Later on after much bad behavior (ha ha) Kurt and the others drove home and me and PJ went to Soho to sober up. Then we went upstairs to my friend Chris's apartment. He was nice enough to let us crash (thank-you Chris!). Henry and his boyfriend Franklin were there, as was Chris's sister Marcy. We smoked a bowl and hung out for awhile, and I think around 4am we crashed.
The next morning we woke up and had to get ready really fast because Chris's boyfriend Ben was coming over with two friends of his from Jersey and we all went out to brunch. We went to Luna Grill (the one on Connecticut, not the Cafe Luna on P &17th that I always confuse it with). I'm telling you, it was a beautiful day. It felt like Spring outside, like the first day of April rather than January. Such freaky weather changes we have around here! Global Warming?
Anyway after a satisfying first meal of 2005, we bid farewell to Chris and the others and took a stroll through Dupont Circle, visiting Kramerbooks and cafe, record shops, and Lambda Rising. Then we dallied a bit at Soho again before it was time to take PJ back to Richmond. The drive went well, namely because of PJ's killer selection of dance and techno music to listen to. I wish I couldv'e stayed once I dropped him off, but my folks were also expecting me for dinner to, so I drove all the way back here and made it just as they were finished. But the food was still ok, and after such a long past few days I didn't go out, but rather wound up passing out while reading Storm Constantine's latest novel The Shades of Time and Memory.
Yesterday I was supposed to go back to Richmond for a party I was invited to, but I honestly felt tired yesterday and not up to the drive. But I will see PJ again this weekend. The only other thing I did yesterday was go to coffee with Kurt, Bob, Maurice, Rick, and Elizabeth, and we went shoe-shopping at DSW. I almost bought a pair of Diesel shoes I liked, but I hestated because I wasn't too sure of the colors. Well yeah, that's been my first few days of the new year. Today too, it is strangely warm and spring-like. I'm sitting outside wearing a t-shirt in the sun. Maybe I'm superstitious, but I believe the way you enter a New Year is a portent for how the rest of the year will be. NYE 2004 sucked ass. So I think that since I had such a good NYE 2005, that this year will be better than the last!
PS- Check out PJ's new blog!