A real lazy Memorial Day, no parades, just like a Sunday but it’s not. Didn’t do much of anything, it was humid as hell outside but inside the apartment with the windows open there was a nice breeze. I had plenty to read, food to eat, liquids to drink I was set. A day filled with nothing. Not boredom, just really breezin’ through the day. Surfed a bit on line. Who am I kidding? I was online most of the day. The computer is right next to the window. And like I said, it was breezy. Now, not so breezy.
Bill slept most of the day, I napped on the couch when I was reading or surfing. Now after thinking about how I should write most of the day I am finally writing. It’s late, been blogging late lately.
Spoke with my brother Frank on the phone. At Wanker Banker I would talk to him several times a week, now without access to an 800 number I speak to him a few times a month. Today was one of those times. We talked about Bill Frist and his admitting that the Republicant Party has been using the bugaboo about gay marriage to get voters to the polls and to vote for the Republicants, which is almost always against their better interest.
Rather douchie behavior. It’s possible that the Republicants will hang onto this issue to scare voters every couple of years or so. It goes to show how much the LGBT community is reviled. I’m reluctant to include the Transgendered people since that is one sector that is probably too much for most people to handle. It proves it’s a better thing to be out of the closet than in it, if you could. I can understand if you’re living under someone else’s roof and that someone might not be able to handle sexuality.
Bill and I decided to go out for dinner and we invited Julio and Stine and Juan but none of them could join us. So we went and tried to get an outside table but the wait was too long so we opted for inside the restaurant where it was air conditioned. We were seated and fifteen minutes later we were still waiting to have our orders taken. People that were seated after us were having their orders taken. Bill and I talked about it and walked out into the humidity again.
We really didn’t have any other ideas to go somewhere to get a decent steak and that’s what Bill had his stomach set on. We walked about a hundred feet from Arthur’s and started to walk by it again when we saw an available table outside. We walked up to the host who we had just seen a few minutes beforehand, he didn’t recognize us. We sat and had a good meal provided by an over attentive waiter. The street traffic was minimal, a lot of people still out of town.
I called Juan who was waiting on our stoop. We watched Fight Club, the three of us did. Bill sleeps, Juan left, and I’m done.