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For Once In My Life

You’d think that since I got my OB/GYN license and will start my practice next month I would be in a good mood. And I was in a good mood for most of yesterday. Pretty much happy, texting with friends and generally living in the moment.

I sat on the front steps, smoking a cigar and reading Uncut magazine with Kate Bush on the cover. Saw Rob La Rosa walking by and chatted with him. Talked to Julio on the phone before I came upstairs to watch some comedy on NBC.

Community was good, but not as good as the Paintball episode. Parks and Recreation was OK, merely OK. The Office was good, mainly because of Kathy Bates. That was also when Bill came home. Sitting on the couch he remarked how that woman reminded him of Kathy Bates.

Then came 30 Rock which was pretty funny, perhaps the best of the four. Had the classic line, ‘I’m suing you, I’m suing Vagisil and I’m suing this baby.’.

I saw that there was a documentary on Tito Puente at 10:00 so I changed the channel so Bill would enjoy that. He did. It was his father’s era, and apparently his father grew up on the same street as Cuban Pete who it was said was the greatest dancer back then.

Bill went to bed after that, I stayed up and watched whatever was on. A little before 1:00 I decided to go to bed after taking a melatonin.

It was quite warm and with my thick hair, (hair, not head) it wasn’t easy to fall asleep. Bill was feeling cuddly last night for the first time in a while and after a half hour I got back out of bed, argued with some Libertarian online and took another melatonin.

When I finally did fall asleep it wasn’t restful. In fact I had some awfully violent dreams. Too gruesome to write about, I’d rather forget them.

In the morning, as he left for work, Bill was a prince, kissing me goodbye and telling me how happy he was that I found a job as an OB/GYN.

Eventually I got out of bed and started my day, but a melancholia settled in and I found myself terribly depressed.

I decided to head into the city and check out some art, specifically the ‘Remember the Upstairs Lounge’ at the No Longer Empty art space on 447 w 16th street, next to the Highline Ballroom where Bill, Juan and myself had that ‘ecstatic’ night last summer. Or rather Juan and I had the ecstatic night and Bill chaperoned.

Remember the Upstairs Lounge was based on a fire at a second floor gay bar in New Orleans in 1973. 37 people died in the fire. Gasoline was in the air, leaving people to think it was arson but the New Orleans Police didn’t care enough to pursue any detective work and the case went cold.

The exhibition was a recreation of the Upstairs Lounge, photographs of some of the patrons and some 1973 beefcake photos of Burt Reynolds and Mark Spitz.

Since it was 1973 and gay liberation hadn’t really caught on besides NY, San Francisco and Los Angeles, no identification was found on the bodies since the victims were more than likely closeted.

Another sad fact was that the Catholic diocese absolutely would not allow any church services for the victims. Scumbag motherfuckers they were and still are. Actually that’s not right, they’re not motherfuckers, they’re child fuckers.

The Reverend Troy Perry of Bill’s former church, the Metropolitan Community Church stepped up and performed whatever religious requirements the community need. Bill and I met Troy Perry a few years ago.

Nice guy, has to travel with bodyguards since an out gay man ministering to the LGBT community might as well have a target on his back, even though I think he might be retired now.

I definitely did the right thing, heading into the city and seeing some awesome (in the truest sense of the word) art.

It was a beautiful day and not too many people around. And I’m feeling a lot better.
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Fortune (cookies) on the go

Fortune (cookies) on the go

Your Own Worst Enemy

Been a muggy day today. Quite hummus. It just rained for a minute or two. Sky is dark grayish. Been a long sweaty day. Not complaining though. Last night was comedy on NBC and it was entertaining. Bill was actually home to watch most of them.

Community was good, but not as good as the previous week. Parks and Recreation was funnier than it’s been. Who knew Rob Lowe would make such a difference. And the other guy, who’s name I forget from Party Down, the very funny show on Starz channel, even funnier.

The Office was merely OK, but 30 Rock was the best. I suppose it changes week to week, one show funnier than the rest with Parks & Recreation usually coming in last.

This just in, http://www.kannekt.com is a rip off and not worth your time. I just wanted to add that since they never publish my reviews, so therefore it is safe to assume they suck. Don’t got there!

From one window on my right, I see the sun heading towards the west. On the left gray skies ominously approach. I am about to head out to pick up Bill’s laundry. Hopefully one step ahead of the storm.

And I was more than a few steps ahead of the storm. Just a lot of rumbling in the distance, but not much action going on here.

I heard from Pedro earlier today. His mom is now in the hospital. He needed me to look into hotel rates so that he can stay closer to the hospital instead of two hours away in Otisville. I was able to get him a good rate on a hotel near the George Washington Bridge in Fort Lee.

Cheaper since I called, cheaper than the online price that was quoted.

Somehow we got on the subject of suits and ties and he’s now totally into the concept. He’s had a few reasons to wear a suit the past week or so and found that he gets even more respect while in a suit and tie as opposed to just showing off his muscles.

We sort of made a plan to go suit shopping one of these days. That would be hot. Yes, I said it. He’s hot and to see him all suited up would be even hotter. He knows how I feel. After all he’s the one who showed me a full frontal shot a few years ago that sobered me right up.

Of course it was fleeting glance, he showed it once again and would not send it to my phone. I was impressed though. Impressed enough to write about almost 3 years later. What can I say? I love the guy. And not in that way, but in the other way. The difference is in how you interpret it.

So Bill is off driving a bus to Amish country, Lancaster Country. He wasn’t too happy about it, but that’s how the wheels on the bus go round and round.

For some reason Hot Stuff by Donna Summer has been playing through my head today so I thought I would post the video here. And yes, I also thought of The Full Monty, when the guys are in the queue for their dole collection.

Lawn Hors d’œuvre canceled!

I might not write this weekend. Just because.

Duncan

Rainy Friday. Woke up more tired this morning than I was when I went to sleep last night. Don’t know why. Crazy dreams perhaps. Damn cannabis free dreams.

Last night was a TV night, watched Community which I am liking more and more. Harpy called about 20 minutes in and I wound up talking to him for over a half hour. I paused the DVR so was able to catch up fairly quickly.

Watched the Office which was very good. “St. Patrick’s Day is the closest to Christmas that the Irish ever get,” a Michael quote. After that came 30 Rock which was close to being as good as it should be.

That meant not too much Tracy Jordan or is it Tracy Morgan? The line is blurred.

What did I watch after that? The Marriage Ref. Just not that good a show, produced by Jerry Seinfeld. Last night’s advisers were Larry David, Madonna and Ricky Gervais. Ricky Gervais was very funny which is something I find to be rare but Harpy disagrees with me on that one.

Larry David was just a grouch and looked like he was wondering what he was doing there. And then there was Madonna. Madge more than likely had her snappy patter written for her since I doubt she would have a quick wit like that.

I’m sure she owes Mad Magazine some money for Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions. After that was the news, Seinfeld and the Simpsons followed by Craig Ferguson which halfway through I decided to go to bed.

Which is where I began, waking up tired. I wonder if I’ve been tired from Bill tickling me as I slept. Or maybe it was the snorkeling.

Was out and about this morning and wound up in the library. The rain did give me a headache but nothing that some Advil couldn’t handle. I picked up Gosford Park, Observe and Report and The Invention of Lying (Ricky Gervais again!).

One of the things that gets me out of bed on Fridays is the fact that grocery circulars are delivered. Well not delivered to my building. I usually go up to Washington Street and take one from an unwatched stoop. I scan the ads for the A&P and Shop Rite.

Yes one more step into becoming my parents. Well that and cutting coupons.

With the economy being what it is I suppose it’s the thing to do. It was a thrill to see boxes of Post Raisin Bran on sale, 4 boxes for $5.00 and with my $1.00 off coupons for 2 boxes of Raisin Bran I wound up paying $3.00 for 4 boxes. And 2 for $5.00 bottles of Cranberry juicer made my day.

And the sale on Metamucil put me over the top as well as the sale on Ensure.

I wound up at the library again and returned Instamatic Karma by May Pang. She was John Lennon’s girlfriend on the 1970’s when he and Yoko separated. Nice photos, saw a few of them before.

Took another look at the DVD’s and picked up I Love You Man. 4 DVD’s to watch over the weekend. A nice selection I though.

Had some lunch when I came home and checked my email. Another DVD that I ordered via that socialist institution came in, Near Dark, directed by Katheryn Bigelow.

I hadn’t seen that in about 20 years and ordered it after she won the best director Oscar for the Hurt Locker. I just watched it and it wasn’t as good as I remembered.

Another trip to the library, the third time today. I told the librarian that a DVD was on hold for me. Another librarian heard me and told me that Moon came in. I also ordered that a few weeks ago.

Moon was directed by Duncan Jones and got really good reviews that also almost always mentioned that Duncan Jones is David Bowie’s son.

So altogether, 6 DVD’s. Thank you fellow taxpayers!

Art installation

Art installation


Not an art installation

Not an art installation

Late addition: my friend Andres Duque of Blabbeando posted the following link on Facebook.

http://www.observer.com/2010/culture/bromosexuals

My comment wouldn’t post there so I thought I would post it here.

I couldn’t get a beer at the Dugout a few years ago and it wasn’t crowded at all, maybe 5 other guys at the bar. My boyfriend got some attention since he’s of color but me, goatee, reddish hair, glasses and rock & roll attitude was ignored till I ‘knocked over’ my empty beer bottle, which got the bartenders attention. My boyfriend was amazed at how I was being ignored and sipped his ginger ale.

Most of my friends are straight. I hung out and worked at Maxwells, a gay/straight bar in Hoboken with the best underground rock bands in the 1980’s 90’s with bands like REM & Husker Du among others. I mentioned them since Michael Stipe of REM and Bob Mould formerly of Husker Du are gay and don’t fit the stereotype either.

The Dugout was a bar on Christopher Street that mainly catered to bears, that sub-group of gay men who are hairy, hirsute and sometimes heavy.

I’m a wolf.

Diggin the New

A blessed fatigue. Not overtly so. Let’s see. Last night, watched the second half of the Dark Knight. Still blown away by Heath Ledger’s performance as the Joker. Truly deserved the Academy Award for it I think.

The whole movie is so very good, but Heath Ledger stole the movie. It’s still a shame that his life was snuffed out like it was. It was on HBO and I knew if I waited I could catch the west coast broadcast and so that’s what I did. Caught the first half up till the convoy destruction scene in the middle of Gotham City.

Bill was working the 6PM to 6PM shift so he wasn’t home. I slept soundly when I went to bed, but missed his warmth in the night. He got home around 7AM with the sun shining through the blinds. And as usual after he put his sleep apnea mask on, his head hits the pillow and he is out like a light.

He was good enough to bring home the paper and bagels saving me from the trouble of doing it myself this morning. I puttered about on the quiet side as Bill slept.

Still avoiding the news programs and watched Across the Universe a few hours later. Bill was awake by that point and wondered what it was I was watching. He enjoyed it, as I slowly indoctrinated him into the Beatles music some more.

It’s a beautiful movie to watch, a bit over the top sometimes, sometimes a bit wonky but overall an enjoyable movie. I knew there was a Lawn Hors d’œuvre marathon on and I wasn’t in the mood for that. I wanted to be entertained.

After Across the Universe ended I searched on the TV and saw that All Together Now was about to begin and switched to that. Bill got a kick out of that. It’s about the making of the Beatles LOVE Show in Las Vegas with Cirque de Soleil. More Beatles, Paul & Ringo with Yoko and Olivia.

Bill enjoyed the behind the scenes look at the show in progress over the course of almost a year, asking me would I do some of the high wire acrobatics in the show for $1000. If there was no risk of life or limb of course I would. Hell, right now there isn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for $1000.00.

But I do have my limits and some principles and those can always be negotiated.

Just got back from Julio & Stine’s. They’re still having problems with their heater so I brought down the 2 Allen wrenches I had which we of no use and some matches. Alexander is now chatting somewhat.

The parents are clearly getting on each others nerves which makes me think that mother and child flying to Denmark next week might be a good thing for a break.

Alexander is quite amusing and always angling for my attention just like his parents. Now I’m being pulled in 3 directions, but I focus on Alexander since he’s less stressful.

Just checked my cellphone and I missed a call from my nephew Brian. I left the phone in the apartment while I was downstairs. That sucks but he sounded really good, saying he misses Bill and myself and he loves us and hopes to see us soon. He also said he’s feeling good so that is excellent news! Wow!

Today was a nice enough day that I went to the river with my guitar expecting to maybe see Tariq or Tim. Neither was around so I just played guitar by myself. Didn’t really sing, maybe grunted a bit.

Played a bluesy slower version of Love Shack, The Lion Sleeps Tonight and Elton John’s Hercules, Please Please Me, Me & Julio by the Schoolyard.

It was a lot of fun, and I made $3.00 which isn’t a lot to most but it was a slice of pizza for me, and officially makes me a busker, having made some dosh while playing.

I’m very happy with that result. I think The Lion Sleep Tonight will be my go to song since it’s really easy to play and only three chords. And as Annemarie remarked, a lot of kids probably know it from the Lion King. I wouldn’t know since I’ve never seen it. But I think it’s a nice feather in my cap.

Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be even nicer and I plan to go out earlier. Not for the money, but for the practice.

The money is nice though, but as usual, I’m not in it for the money, I’m in it for the music, for the art, for the X Ray Style.