Well, Well, Well

I went out last night after seeing a show (a solid B effort - I was entertained).
I saw an old acquaintance from WAY back in the day (so far back that I was still wedged into the closet). We chatted, then drank with our separate groups. Later in the evening, I made a point of going to talk to him again - I had always thought he was cute. We chatted some more and decided we should get together sometime for cocktails since we live in the same neighborhood. We swapped numbers.

Let me stop here and say this event is a miracle. Once I think someone is cute AND I actually get their number, I feel as if Hell has a hockey game going on......Only later in the evening did I find out he had a boyfriend (wha wha wha WHHHAAAAA). But I got a number. And I will call him. And we will hang. Another gay friend is good - gives me more options.

And now, this just in...............

I'm going out tonight.
This is probably not a big deal to most/all of you, but the past couple of Saturday nights, I've sat at home, glass of something nearby, surfing the internet.
Sad? Depressing? Maybe.
And tonight, I am going to a bar that is outside of my neighborhood establishments.
You might even say I'm going out of my comfort zone (bar near by so I can walk home).
I am looking forward to mingling with a different group of gays.
Why does this excite me so? I guess because it shocks me that I'm so thrilled about doing it.
It's no secret, I suppose, that my dating life is highly tragic. It's not discussed, almost like it is taboo. No matter how much I plead for a wingman or beg for assistance, rarely does it happen (and that is RARELY, not NEVER.....just to be clear....) So I suppose it rattles me when I get a bee in my bonnet about hanging with the home girls......
Am I making any sense? Am I wallowing in pity poo? Does it even matter? Discuss.
What's it all about, Alfie? (GREAT, I just dated myself.......)

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

A week and a half into rehearsals for the remount of FIORELLO! and I'm tired as hell. And it's just rehearsals. We don't even open until April 17th. Holy SHIT, I feel old (shut it MVK)..........

A Monumental Day

Today, March 15th, 2008.

My Grandmother turns 102.

I officially came out 10 years ago.

I'm going to dinner tonight for sure......

February FYYFFies

This is the first day of my vacation. I leave for South Bend tomorrow to visit Michael and Ernie. With the weather in February sucking so badly, I decided not to fly for fear that Old Man Winter would fuck it up. I shall have a great time.

Now, on to the award

February's trophy goes to:



ROGER CLEMENS (seen here glaring at the guy who helped screw him good)

Drugs are bad, m'kay? Thus sayeth Mr. Mackey. And except for alcohol, an occasional visit from Mary Jane, and codeine, he's pretty much right. And steroids have tripped up yet another person who will never recover from the press.

After a 4 1/2 hour hearing, both Democrats and Republicans were dazed and confused. Clemens looked nervous, mispronounced the name of the man accusing Clemens of using (a man who WAS a good friend), and used the word "misremembered".

I have no doubt he took the drugs. Of course, I don't know. And I'm sure you may think why the hell should I care. I "care" because I think Clemens is LYING OUT OF EVERY ORIFACE. He got caught. Time to pay the piper.

So, here's the award. Think of it as a symbolic gesture of what you did to your Hall of Fame chances.

Nerds Everywhere Die A Little......

Rolling the 32-sided die in the sky......

Brilliant

"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity” - George Carlin

Thank you, Matt.

Rhymes with Bramble......

I have been becoming a fan of SCRUBS for the past year now. Reruns are everywhere. Tell me this: HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT TED C. MCGINLEY HAS NOT WON AN EMMY FOR THIS SHOW? Watch a couple of episodes and see if you agree with me.

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The roomie and I watched DR. STRANGELOVE.... the other night. I had never seen it and always wanted to. Now, don't get me wrong, it is a good movie. I just felt after watching it that I should have been blown away more. In any event, favorite line from the movie uttered by President Merkin Muffley (a BRILLIANT name, by the way......):

Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.

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I had lunch on Wednesday with Dana, Stephen, and Alanda, three of my favorite people in the whole world. Good times.......good times.........

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February is now officially past. From a weather standpoint, I say good riddance. We were close to breaking a record for the most snowfall in February. I don't know if it happened....and I don't want to know.

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I did it. I'm on Facebook. God help us all...............