4 posts tagged “party”

"Are my shoes too big?"

As 5 of us simultaneously thought, then said, "What?!?!?" the guy lifted his feet and said, again, "Are my shoes too big? I don't know how to tell if shoes fit or don't fit or what. Are these too big?"

Dude, you're like... 30... and you don't know how to tell if your shoes fit?!?

I don't know if was a retarded gay flirtation ("look... see how big my shoes are? You know what that means.") or if he's just a complete idiot. But, either way, he wins for Most Bizarre Party Convo.

Other highlight of the night was getting a guy to drop his pants and show off his "PapiPapi" underwear in the middle of the party. Getting people to remove their clothing in public is one of my bizarre, not-so-hidden, talents!!

Otherwise, the party was so-so. Lots of good food (and since it was more than 50% "chubbies" and their "chasers", no issues about eating and eating and eating). Very crowded, much more than I expected. The groups didn't mingle well but I think that was due more to the layout of Scott's home (too much furniture & too many knickknacks to move freely), and of the mind numbing Xmas music, than of the people themselves - everyone seemed very friendly and social. And Scott's mom was quite a hit - once she got drunk and started trying to matchmake a gay couple - not realizing that 1 of the guys was already in a relationship and there with his partner.

"It's A Wonderful Life" was on last night. I happened to flip channels and find it just before George tries to kill himself. Man, I know that movie WELL. Being home alone, I was reciting (aloud) all the lines that I remembered. That turned out to be just about all of them - and included knowing vocal inflections and facial expressions. It was kinda freaky. And I cried at the end - and was surprised that I was so touched (happens about once per 10 viewings). Maybe "acting" it out stuck some extra sympathy in me.

New Dining Room Window

I have new neighbors moving in across the street (the duplex that I wanted to buy, because it was a GREAT deal, but still couldn't afford - the one you can see in the picture, through the dining room window). I yelled a "welcome to the neighborhood" to them two nights ago (it was late & cold & they were busy so I didn't want to do full introductions). They seem nice... "Brad" yelled his name back but I have no idea which one he was. I think they're the owners - rather than renters - which is really nice. I recall Jesus (neighbor who wants to date me) saying he'd overheard that the tenants were supposed to be the owner's family and his brother's family... which seems correct considering that they're all helping each other move stuff. I considered going over and offering my assistance today - till I realized that the cold weather means I'd actually be a hindrance  I need to remember to get them some kind of "welcome" gift this weekend and do proper, daylight, introductions. Any suggestions for the gift? I was thinking wine but who knows if they drink. Then a basket of cleaning products - but this doesn't appear to be their first residence so they'd have all that. Some kind of food gift? A holiday wreath? (what if they're jewish?) I'm drawing blanks.

I have a big list of errands to run today but it doesn't seem like anything is going to get done. I cleaned up the bedroom last night - finally hung up all the clean clothes (which had been thrown on the floor throughout the week cause I was not in the mood to deal with them properly), changed sheets (ahhhhh!), and organized stuff. I'd really like to vacuum the house today but let's get real - not gonna happen.

Just got a call from Julie to crash Kim's annual office holiday party at a nearby ClaimJumper but decided to pass. Even though it's just a casual thing in the bar, I felt really out of place last year - especially after Tim showed up and everyone but me (even other non-employees) got a gift. No thanks - I'm already full up on the rejection issues.

Scott & Adrian's annual (hella lame) Christmas party is tonight. It will be good to see them, to pick Adrian's brain about why he returned to Scott (if he didn't finally get his name on the mortgage, he's an IDIOT - but he'll have to learn that in his own time), eat too much (they always have LOTS of food), and to remember why I don't go to many of Scott's parties (boring). I hope Scott's mother isn't going to be there - but she probably is. That woman makes me CRAZY and it takes ALL of my strength not to tell her so. Plus, she and Scott only communicate by SCREAMING - at each other and everyone else they love - which is something for which I have an extremely low tolerance (he's never pulled it on me cause he knows I'd give him shit for it). Should be a fun night.

I'm still not sure why I've chosen to go to their party rather than the Naples Boat Parade (though I have some concern about running into a former close friend, now bitter enemy, there) or the Pops Orchestra holiday concert. Guess I just miss Adrian. Plus, it's kinda predictable and low key - and I can come home early if I want. Plus, the homes in Naples are lit every night so I can go walk through there another time - missing the boat parade isn't too big of a deal.

What else? There's a big HRC fundraiser party going on Sunday at the home of Brad & Brad (a "who's who" couple of the Long Beach gay community). I'll know most of the people there (most also go to Brunch Bunch) and it would be fun to hobnob with the gay elite (most of the attendees will be HRC Federal Club members - those who donate $1200/yr, or more). But I'm not currently an HRC member and not ready to be a Federal Club member - so I'm not sure I really belong... not that they'd make me feel unwelcome or anything like that. I guess I should look up the party time and play it by ear tomorrow.

I need to get to JCPenney's this weekend and buy one of the 2 beds I picked out. That should have me sleeping in luxury by next weekend... merry christmas to me! I'm still pretending that a new bed will equal more energy upon awaking - but I know I'm full of shit. A new bed is just going to equal more resentment when I have to get out of it.

Which is probably something I should do right now since it's 2:30pm and I haven't showered or anything yet.

So what if it was only a dream and I only remember bits and pieces.

I know I was driving on a coastal highway on Hawaii. I passed the exit for MissScotch's place. I headed back and my passenger (I don't know who it was) told me I was going to miss the turn again. I turned hard and managed to get us on the dirt road, past the overgrown tropical plants that hid MissScotch's home.

Her place turned out to be three buildings on a large lot. I recall talking with people and moving around the main house. In the 2nd house, there was an art studio on the 2nd floor. Someone was yelling at me for not getting a woman to do more art. I was trying to explain that I was trying to leave her alone, hoping her artist companion - Brad Pitt - would provide better inspiration than me.

Then there was a BIG party - people all over the place. Scotchie's place was now so big that there were small streets running between the various buildings. I was walking through the intersection, from the 2nd story pool to the big outdoor bar/saloon building, and glanced back. I noticed the striking, clearly exepensive & "designer", all-sequin, one-piece bathing suits being worn by the women behind me. Heather Graham's solid blue suit was much nicer than Lucy Lu's bronze/creme suit.

I don't remember anything else. But it was a great party. Thanks for having me Miss Scotch!!

[note: Stacy is currently in the middle of her 2 day Avon Walk for Breast Cancer - which she is moblogging as she can. Don't forget to donate!!]

Almost didn't make it to Moshi's follow up appt today cause my fatigue is back. It hit me hard yesterday. I thought I could bust through it but after minorly cleaning the house last night, I was exhausted and went to bed - torn between wanting a booty call and wanting to be left alone. Much to my surprise, I was left alone.

I woke up around 11 and had a difficult time convincing myself to actually get out of bed so Moshi would make his 2pm vet appt. Dr. Evans, who I think is probably one of the top practicing feline vets in the country (vs researchers etc) said Moshi's wounds are now healing up just fine and it's okay to let him outside on a regular basis. She laughed a lot at the story of the "communication problem" between Moshi & I two nights ago and stated what I already knew - peeing on my bed was Moshi's way of asserting dominance over the house. Screaming and throwing a fit was my way of quickly taking it back. Mosh was terrifed at the vet but is now happily resting in the shade in the backyard. He'll probably take off for his nightly prowl of the neighborhood within the next hour or so.

It's nearly 5:30p now and I'm supposed to be at the Drag Tupperware Party/Show at 6:30p. I can't decide whether or not to go.

Part of me is saying, "Go for it! It's fun!! It's not too far away. There will be lots of sexy gay guys to talk with. You'll have a blast and still be home by 9. If you don't want to primp & preen, you don't have to - it's okay to go looking 'normal'. It's the only opp to see it this year. You can sleep later."

The fatigued part of me is saying, "Skip it. You saw it last year. Sure, it will be different - but not drastically so. No one will miss you. You aren't going to buy any Tupperware anyway. It's being held in a bar and, if you have a good time, you'll probably end up drinking too much and having to stay late in order to sober up to drive. Just chill at home. You know you need to dye your hair anyway. Doesn't a nap sound GOOD?"

I don't know which side is going to win - right now, napping is a heavy favorite. I wish the party was tomorrow night (Sunday). That would be totally easier for my schedule.

What the hell is up with this dang exhaustion? Since starting the iron supplements, I was doing really well. Till Friday. Then, even with taking a full prescrip amphetimine pill (previously, I've usually taken only 1/2) I could barely keep my eyes open from about 4pm on.

And my 7-eleven is still a 7-eleven. No Kwik-E-Mart conversion after all. damnit.

Soy un perdedor.