Tag Archives: Tim Stout

All We Ask

Let’s see, just got home and I turned on the news. One of the items was about a statue for Ronald Reagan that was unveiled in the Capitol building. A brilliant idea. That the fact that the current economic situation is directly because of his policies of deregulation should be of no consequence.

All the Republicants gathered around weepy Nancy, all sporting wood from the illusion that those glory days of the 1980’s will return. It ain’t gonna happen wankers.

Today the nation is too busy trying to fix things that were caused by his dislike of the Keynesian methods that got this country on it’s feet after the banking collapse that caused the great depression.

But then again a bronze statue the color of shit is a perfect match. I wonder if it gives off the smell of bull shit. I certainly do not miss that Gipper.

It’s Wednesday which means work wise it’s Thursday. For me at least.

I’m a bit excited that it’s now official that Paul McCartney will be playing CitiField and tickets will be on sale Monday, June 15. Hopefully they won’t be too expensive. I plan on taking Bill for his birthday.

Not that Bill is a big McCartney fan, or even a big fan of the Beatles. I just think it would be a very fun thing to do. I think he would like it. He’s never been to a big rock show and Macca always delivers.

Plus since it’s near where the Fabs played Shea Stadium it has an extra emotional resonance. It would be cool if my siblings and their spouses could make it and I really hope they can get it together.

I wasn’t able to make it to what could be the Ludes final performance at the Grain and the Grape in the East Village last night.

I was too busy being surrounded by good looking men in suits who also thought I was a good looking man in a suit. I think it worked out nicely.

I would have liked to have done both but that was out of the question. Gone are the days of me trekking across town from one event to another. For me it takes considerable effort just to make it to one event.

If it’s in the city and I am at home in Hoboken then it’s akin to moving mountains.

I’m sure the show went well. When I saw the Ludes at Kenny’s Castaways they had a good crowd and their performance was sincere and heartfelt. I wouldn’t expect anything different last night.

I did get a nice email from Tim Stout who organized what could be the last Suit Night at G Lounge. Tim thanked me for showing up and said I looked sharp. For me I was a Four in Hand knot surrounded by a room consisting almost entirely of Full Windsors.

But to get a compliment from such a sharp gentleman as Tim was high praise enough for me. And to meet some fellows that I had chatted with a few years ago online was a surprising touch. I’m certainly glad I wasn’t rude to them then. I asked and they said I wasn’t.

No rude boy me.

I was glad to have made it home last night to catch the season finale of Lawn Hors d’oeuvre SUV with Bill. Very good episode even though I figured it out midway through.

And one last bit of good news from the New York Times:
New Hampshire’s governor, John Lynch, has signed legislation
that makes the state the sixth to allow same-sex marriage.

The law will take effect in January. New Hampshire joins
Massachusetts, Connecticut, Maine, Vermont and Iowa in
recognizing same-sex marriages.

Live Free or Die!

I’ll Come Running

Just got back after a long day. Not a bad day, but on the long side. It’s almost 10:00 and I just walked through the door about 20 minutes ago. A few beers under my braces, typing is a bit heavy. Or at least my wrists an fingers are. Typos aplenty, though with spell check, you’ll have to take my word on that.

Last night watched most of Conan O’Brien debut on the Tonight Show. In 15 minutes he was funnier than 17 years of Jay Leno. Will Farrel was predictably hilarious and I opted to miss Pearl Jam since I always opt to miss Pearl Jam. After that it was all about being horizontal for me. A kiss on Bill’s shoulder and I was off to slumber-land.

Woke up, knowing I would be going in a little later than usual since I had after work plans. That meant I stayed in bed until 7:30. I got out of bed and showered, had coffee and cereal and I was soon on an air conditioned coach bus reading the New Yorker.

Got to the office, things were humming along. I was immediately busy doing this, doing that. Vivek and Sanjay were in as well as a few of their Indian cohorts. They mainly kept to themselves as I busied myself helping Greg Stevens trying to set up his Vonage phone system.

That was a nightmare that has been ongoing for the past 4 weeks or so. They were supposed to have sent it then but didn’t. For some reason it only arrived yesterday and though the Vonage people said it would be an easy set up, it wasn’t.

The phone call center for their customer service was of no help. We tried to avoid calling in the IT people knowing that it would cost at least $100.00 for them to walk trough the door. Of course they eventually needed to be called. And when the IT guy showed up, even he was having difficulty working out what needed to be worked out.

He was on the phone with Vonage customer service for over an hour. Eventually he succeeded and got the new phone system up and running for Greg Stevens. Still I have work to do tomorrow on Greg’s behalf regarding this phone system.

Scanning documents for Vivek occupied the last hour of my work day. I had plans to see an old friend, Tim Stout after work. Tim is another suit and tie aficionado and has been organizing get togethers for men who like men in suits and ties.

Tim and his partner are moving to Dallas so Tim can be closer to his daughters. I had gone to a couple of Tim’s gatherings at G Lounge in Chelsea but never stayed long, too much house music which for me is bearable in the smallest doses.

Tim always tried getting me back and when I heard this was his last get together I knew I had to make an appearance. Before I did that I decided to go to the Rocking Horse Cafe and had a nice dinner, reading the Brian Eno biography and having a couple of Coronas.

I wandered over to G Lounge and once again felt outside of whatever Gay scene was going on around me. Tim spotted me and made a beeline over. A nice hug and a chat before we were interrupted by a few other suit and tie guys who just loved Tim.

I walked away getting myself another beer and chatting with another suit and tie guy from back in the day, Eric. Eric was quite aloof back in the day, but life taught him some hard lessons and he was quite chatty as we stood on the sidewalk for a few minutes smoking some cigarettes.

I came back inside and Tim found me again and we chatted some more, then he was off again. It was basically his going away party and many suited men wanted a word with him.

I wound up talking to a few guys which is odd for me since hardly anyone talks to me at a gay bar. One of these guys I was talking to, Michael was someone I had chatted with a few years ago online.

I’m always wary when I run into someone I’ve chatted with. I often ask if I was rude to them which I’m not. And I wasn’t. All in all it was a nice gathering for Tim. About 30 guys all dressed up, the majority in pinstripes, all wishing Tim and Stefan the best in their new lives in Texas.

And now I am home with the one I love.

Tim Stout & Me

Tim Stout & Me

Tim, Me & some other gents

Tim, Me & some other gents