Well last night was ok. After I left work early to deliver Carla her last check, I walked over to Macy’s to check out some ties which were extraordinarily lackluster. Then I went to the men’s department and found the suits equally lackluster, though I did buy some rubber soled shoes for a good price. They are expecting rain and last week when it rained I kept slipping and sliding on the shiny sidewalks with no traction and figured that since rain is scheduled for this week it would be best to have some shoes that have some sort of traction.

The Path train home was enjoyable mainly because I had a seat. I was so engrossed in the Giuliani book that I didn’t notice a pregnant woman standing nearby until the train pulled into the Hoboken station. I am such a bad person. No I’m not. There were plenty of other people sitting that could have offered her a seat, but they didn’t and it is they, not I that is/are a bad person. I was ignorant of the situation. That’s my excuse that is actually legitimate for once. I picked up the Pattie Boyd book from the library, making it three books I am presently reading at this time and came home to settle in for some TV.

I watched Chuck while AIMing with Juan. He was telling me about his Halloween costume that he plans to wear while camping with his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s friends. I watched Chuck which I’m liking more and more. It’s a good silly spy show with decent characters but it does end each episode with some dangling threads which hopefully be resolved soon enough. It’s also a good show to lead into Heroes which was the centerpiece of watching TV on a Monday night. Now that centerpiece would be Weeds.

Heroes was ok. Nothing special. No Peter, no Hiro, no Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich. Lot’s of the cheerleader, her dad, the new boyfriend which was ok. Somehow Sylar got out of the middle of the jungle from last week only to be found laying face down in a road by the two Central American newcomers. A major degree of bullshit. Also the mind reading bear cop is going to hit the road to look for his father who has been terrorizing the little girl’s dreams. That’s it. It was, lackluster, for lack of a better word.

I was all set to watch Weeds, when Bill called. I paused Weeds as Bill told me the latest. His mother was spending another night at St. Vincent’s hospital so that they could run some more tests. It turns out his mother is diabetic but has been managing it on her own without medication, until now. So these moments of spaciness more than likely could be because of that. After 20 minutes I stopped the pause of Weeds to hear what else Bill had to say. He told me his cousin Elsie had gone to the hospital and she and Bill walked home from there, through the village.

It turns out Bill got an earful from Elsie, about how Bill undermined the raising of their children. It turns out, last weekend when I had gone to the nursing home with Bill and his relatives to wish his father a happy birthday, Bill had said something that put Elsie and her husband Andy Capp’s noses out of joint. You see, when Bill and Elsie and her kids and I waited outside of Magnolia bakery for 40 minutes, one of the kids asked Bill about when Bill was going to marry a woman and have kids. Bill, much to his credit answered and said something about being with me and that a woman really wasn’t in his plan. That ended the subject right then and there, or so Bill thought.

Then as Elsie, Andy Capp and the kids returned home, the kids were asking questions about Bill. Is Bill gay? They didn’t know, the boys being 10 and 6 years old. Elsie and Andy decided to not tell them that their relative was a sinner, living in sin, a life of abomination. Yes I forgot to tell you as I forgot myself that Elsie and Andy are god fearing christians who can’t understand the ‘choice’ that Bill made in his life. If you met these people you’d think they were intelligent, until you see the only book on their shelf was one book written by many men many years ago.

Yes, that’s how they live their life in 21st century New York City. She harangued Bill somewhat and Bill wasn’t taking the bait. As if he didn’t have enough to worry about. Stupid christians. And what if one of their sons turns out gay? I told Bill that he should have asked Elsie about when Elsie made her choice to be straight. And what about Andy Capp’s glitter rock past? What about those photos of the boys dad in makeup and lipstick? Oh the price of heterosexuality.

These are the people that invited Bill to Thanksgiving dinner a few years ago, specifically not inviting me. Roda had us over for Thanksgiving dinner that year with his family. Now that’s what I would call Christian. Basically I don’t care if I ever see these relatives of Bill’s again. We had gone and supported Andy Capp’s lame ass performance at some cafe downtown a few years ago. For them support is a one way street, and sometimes that street leads to Bill’s wallet because someone doesn’t want to work, so they could follow their nonexistent singing career. And I was thinking about putting this wanker in touch with some people I know? Fuck that and his bald head.

One good thing that came out of Bill telling me that was that it does make me appreciate my family that much more, despite whatever hang ups they might have had regarding me and Bill, they accepted him with open arms, and when Bill and I had that falling out a couple of years ago, they forgave Bill as I had. And there were children involved. Elsie and Andy Capp wanted Bill to stay in the closet so they wouldn’t have to deal with telling their kids about reality. Bill decided not to.

Deal with it bitches.