Well it was back to work today. Back to the land of work and the hum drum, i.e. The heterosexual world. Only kidding. It’s a heterosexual world all day every day, no matter if engaged in compromising positions with someone of the same sex as you. Just like the choices made when a person decides to be straight or to be gay or lesbian, the choice to be heterosexual is a tough choice indeed. Much like when Dorothy chose to leave the woods and head off to Oz, I chose to head to Oz, land of boomerangs and kangaroos, and Fosters.

Last night I was so out of it. Walking in the sun, basking in the cheers and support of so many people, afterwards heading back to Hoboken was a bit of a come down. Not a let down, but we stepped off the stage which was the parade route and mingled with everyone, the buzz wears off and we walked back wearily to our apartment. I had a suggestion to check out the fireworks around 10:00 last night, didn’t take my sneakers just in case, but we were both totally shagged out and at 10:05 I took off my sneakers and allowed my feet to relax.

An hour later I was in bed, out cold, sleeping like a rock. Felt good and woke up relatively refreshed. Bill was up already despite taking the day off. I puttered about, Bill stayed out of my way. I think I figured out why I’m such a crab ass in the morning. Basically it’s because I haven’t eaten in hours, and when I don’t eat my outlook turns to shit. So it makes sense that low blood sugar would cause such a mood. I think there must be a reason they call it Breakfast.

Work was ok. Nothing major really. A bit of a fiasco may have been nipped in the bud regarding interns. We have one intern now, Raj who is nice but we constantly have to find things for him to do. One of the directors sons is also scheduled to do some intern work as well. Where Raj is a college student and a paid intern, the directors son is a high school student and won’t be paid. More than likely he’ll be doing the dirty jobs which are more dusty than dirty anyhow. This morning I found that there would be a third intern.

Where to find space is a problem, but also what would we have two of them do? A few people were upset at this. I was annoyed. I spoke with Greg Stevens about this and he took care of it, almost right away. At the end of the day, as I was leaving I was told there would only be Raj and the directors son interning. Three would be too much and also not enough for them all to do. That was some positive news, though there might be repercussions when the director returns from a conference in San Diego.

I came home to find Bill in a cleaner apartment than it was when I left. Bill was home cleaning most of the day and also working on his computer. Actually it turned out that he hired two maids to come in and do some hard core cleaning. Hard Core meaning deep cleaning, not triple X or NC-17, so they were fully clothed. He kept this a secret from me and it paid off well. There women were professional and knew how to get on their hands and knees and scrub. It looks great. I suggested doing this years ago, not an a regular basis, but every now and then when it gets to be too much for us (meaning me) to handle.

I made myself a quick chicken sandwich and then it was off to Paramus with Julio. Julio is flying to Denmark on Thursday to attend a wedding with his wife Stine. Since it’s a black tie affair, Julio had to and buy a tuxedo. Since I know a little bit about men’s fashion, what works, what I like to see on a guy in a suit, I was asked along. I enjoyed going to Syms on Route 17 but they didn’t have what he was looking for, so we made a quick jump to the Bergen Mall to Century 21 where he bought a very nice and sexy one button tuxedo by Hugo Boss for 300.00.

Julio’s such a good guy. I’m glad he’s happy with Stine, but I miss hanging out with him the way we used to.

Drunk.

It’s an orangey moon. It’s going to be hot tomorrow.

Excellent blog about same sex marriage here:
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http://www.goodasyou.org/good_as_you/2007/06/trying-to-keep-.html

Ugh. So tired. It’s Sunday afternoon/early evening. Bill and I finished the parade at 2:30, marched the whole thing from start to finish. A good time, lot’s of balloon and thousands of well wisher. Truly an affirming thing. Only saw one hater in the way and he was very upset. I just smiled and flashed him the peace sign. That’s the kind of day it is, peace signs for everyone. That’s what I did I flashed the ‘V’ for peace as we walked down Fifth Avenue. Pretty tired though. It’s been a beautiful, gorgeous day, that much is for sure.

Didn’t do anything last night in preparation for the parade. Just watched Deep Impact, forsaking Scrubs for two hours. I had always been interested in Deep Impact and never saw it from start to finish. It’s definitely more emotional than Armageddon. Perhaps that’s because Mimi Leder directed it, and Michael Bay directed Armageddon. It’s probably Tea Leoni’s best screen time too. Maybe she’s better with drama rather than comedy. After that we watched Law and Order once again. The Olivia show, meaning Special Victims Unit. Bill and I sings along to the theme in the beginning of the show, singing ‘It’s Olivia. All about Olivia…and the others.’

Bill went to bed, I watched some of Saturday Night Live. It was the season finale repeat with Zack Braff. Very good and Maroon 5 was pretty good. I keep forgetting that’s they’re sometimes alright. They seem to be doing the right thing by releasing their second record five years after their first. I always thought they were a jam band, but believe it or not I may be wrong. Jeez I must be tired if I’m admitting that I might be wrong. Nudge nudge, wink wink. Blister is totally gone by the way. Thank you for your cards and flowers.

I got up around 7:00 this morning, showered, coffee and then out to get bagels and papers for myself. Went to the supermarket for other items including eggs which I forgot about until I got to the parking lot then had to run back in much to the cashier, Linda’s amusement. She’s nice and a pleasure to deal with on a weekend morning. Came home, had breakfast, more coffee followed by a little wake and bake since I wanted to be as mellow as possible. It worked out wonderfully. Caught a bus with a few other gays and lesbians who you can tell since they’re t shirts said they were.

It was a bright and sunny day and I was glad I put on some sun block. I listened to Good Day Sunshine by the Fabs, Freeda People (Bring on The Lucie) by John Lennon and Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth) by George Harrison followed by 2-4-6-8 Motorway by Tom Robinson Band since I didn’t have Glad to Be Gay on my iPod. Tom Robinson was an out and proud rock and roller in the new wave days. But 2-4-6-8 Motorway is uplifting and energetic enough to psych myself up.

I met Bill at 41st Street and 7th Avenue and we went to Duane Reade where Bill purchased a hat for me and we made our way up to 56th and Madison where Bill’s church was meeting. This was our third pride march and the first one was a nightmare since we decided to help corral the religious groups. It was a horrible time with the Jews complaining about being behind the Episcopalians who resented being behind the Radical Faeries who didn’t complain at all. Neither did the pagans. I don’t know about this monotheism stuff. The followers all seem quite bitchy and big babies.

Bills group are a very nice group. Park Avenue Christian Church. Very welcoming. I even broke bread with them, taking a communion of sorts which was cool and made Bill very happy. Communion, community, commune. I was a bit peckish anyway. The grand marshals of the parade were religious folk and that meant that religious groups would be the first groups in the parade following Dykes on bikes.
It was a lot of fun, crowds screaming and cheering. We were handing out balloons and we all had a lot to give out and the balloons provided great cover from the sun and some of us were reluctant to hand them out. The plan was to hand out a balloon at every block I mainly gave mine to children and handicapped people. It was a glorious day, good company and lot’s of pride.

Happy Pride!

Here’s some pics. Took a lot. Enjoy. Me so tired. Johnny Ozombie now.

The DIGNITY Contingent. Catholics excluded from the roman catholic church, outside of that tax free tourist trap, St. Patrick’s Cathedral

We walk the line

MC’s outside the Public Library

Balloon Man Bill

Outside of the Stonewall, where it all started in 1969

Looking at these pics makes me proud and thankful, just seeing all the people in support of LGBT people. Wonderful. Would someone please bless the drag queens? Thank you.

and once again, Happy Pride!

and here’s a new Rufus Wainwright video, Rules and Regulations. I hope this works out!