Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Gay Pride continues…
For me, last night was the official start to the gay pride week. We all met at Paul’s apartment right after work and had some cocktails while talking and playing loud music. Luckily the old crotch from upstairs only came down once to tell us to turn the volume down on the stereo. She sucks, but maybe she had a point. But maybe she still sucks.
We played a couple of rounds of one my favorite card games, “Cops and Robbers”. It’s super fun and allows everyone the chance to break the ice with the other people in the room that they don’t know very well. The game went well, but I have to admit that it took me 20 minutes to explain the rules. I mean, kindergarteners could pick it up faster, but I guess the combination of booze and marijuana made everyone brain dead to begin with.
Paul and I had purchased a bottle of champagne for everyone to share on top of many bottles of liquor and beer. It was definitely a night for getting blasted and acting like a bunch of jackasses. But that’s what you do on gay pride? Isn’t it?
Eventually we made it out to B-Bar. Although we got in right away, the place was jam packed with gays of all shapes and sizes. There were big ones, little ones, red ones and blue ones; all flailing the arms and talking a mile a minute. The crowd was so intense that we quickly snagged a table on the patio as soon as one opened up. Since we had been drinking heavily for hours, we all decided that it was time to get some appetizers. Mariah immediately ordered the chips and salsa and a burrito and Angie shared the Caesar salad and calamari that Paul and I ordered.
At some point during the meal, Paul’s phone rang and it was his co-worker and friend, Kimmy.
Now here’s why Kimmy’s presence in our life is funny:
Last Friday on my way home to Albany, Angie and I had a discussion on how we desperately need to have new people in our group of friends. Unfortunately, we are all so picky about who we “let in” that it’s very rare for us to meet someone cool enough to chill with. Anyway, we decided that it would be best for all of us if we found a heavy-set black lesbian to be our friend. Since I don’t travel in many ethnic circles, I thought it would be impossible for us to ever meet anyone that fit our description.
Then enter Kimmy. Out of nowhere, Paul suddenly has this new heavy set, black lesbian friend. HUH!? And hilarious! I immediately told him to bring her to the bar. And that is exactly what he did.
Kimmy showed up kind of late in the evening, but Angie and I were still happy to have found our new girl. Kims ordered a margarita pizza and I grilled her on all of the “importants”. Are you a lesbian? Where do you live? When did you come out of the closet? How does it feel to be one of the only black employees at the restaurant you work for? Yeah, I let nothing slide ever. I’m a bit too straight forward for some people, but Kimmy took it all with stride and answered every question perfectly. She passed every one of my little tests.
Eventually Mariah and her (slut) girlfriend had to go home and Angie followed them out (Angie’s got this new teaching position fellowship thing and she is swamped with work. But that didn’t stop her from rocking out to the best of her ability. She stumbled home just in time to throw herself into bed). Paul and I stayed at B-Bar so that Kimmy could finish her pizza and drink. After some more grilling from me, I invited Kims back to Paul’s apartment for a quick smoke. She gratefully accepted and we made our way home, not forgetting to stop for Big Macs along the way. Ay yi yi.
We had a great time talking during our smoke and I decided that Kimmy is totally a new friend to have. She is smart and independent and real. And did I mention that she is a stand up comic? HILARIOUS. She fits every requirement that Angie and I were looking for in a new group member. We’ll see how it goes.
Paul walked Kims out and I shoved the rest of my burger in my mouth. When he got back upstairs, we watched a bit of television and then I threw my drunk ass into bed. At first I had the ultimate in bed spins and really thought I was going to barf all over Paul’s cute face. But instead I passed out, not waking until Paul rolled out of bed this morning.
What a night.
I was pleased to see that a group of us could go out and not have any drama. There were no fights, no yelling, no hitting, no nothing. Just a calm, relaxing evening on a gay pride Tuesday. Ahhhh…very nice.
Tonight I have an intensive theatre meeting. We have finished our script and tonight is the first full read through. YAY! I can’t believe that we are at this point already. See…shit really does get done if you stick to deadlines and keep your ass in gear.
Also, thank you to those people who sent me their ideas for the song that plays during the Summerland preview. Unfortunately, I had the show wrong. The song actually plays during the preview of the new movie The Notebook. It goes something like this:
“shumma shum shum wanta feel tonight. Shumma shum for the rest of MYYY life.”
Do you know it now? I’m super good at translating songs into written words without music. You love it and you jizz over it. Now wipe up your cunty and let’s have a good afternoon, shall we?
Time for me to eat my sammich. Yem. I love sammiches.
For me, last night was the official start to the gay pride week. We all met at Paul’s apartment right after work and had some cocktails while talking and playing loud music. Luckily the old crotch from upstairs only came down once to tell us to turn the volume down on the stereo. She sucks, but maybe she had a point. But maybe she still sucks.
We played a couple of rounds of one my favorite card games, “Cops and Robbers”. It’s super fun and allows everyone the chance to break the ice with the other people in the room that they don’t know very well. The game went well, but I have to admit that it took me 20 minutes to explain the rules. I mean, kindergarteners could pick it up faster, but I guess the combination of booze and marijuana made everyone brain dead to begin with.
Paul and I had purchased a bottle of champagne for everyone to share on top of many bottles of liquor and beer. It was definitely a night for getting blasted and acting like a bunch of jackasses. But that’s what you do on gay pride? Isn’t it?
Eventually we made it out to B-Bar. Although we got in right away, the place was jam packed with gays of all shapes and sizes. There were big ones, little ones, red ones and blue ones; all flailing the arms and talking a mile a minute. The crowd was so intense that we quickly snagged a table on the patio as soon as one opened up. Since we had been drinking heavily for hours, we all decided that it was time to get some appetizers. Mariah immediately ordered the chips and salsa and a burrito and Angie shared the Caesar salad and calamari that Paul and I ordered.
At some point during the meal, Paul’s phone rang and it was his co-worker and friend, Kimmy.
Now here’s why Kimmy’s presence in our life is funny:
Last Friday on my way home to Albany, Angie and I had a discussion on how we desperately need to have new people in our group of friends. Unfortunately, we are all so picky about who we “let in” that it’s very rare for us to meet someone cool enough to chill with. Anyway, we decided that it would be best for all of us if we found a heavy-set black lesbian to be our friend. Since I don’t travel in many ethnic circles, I thought it would be impossible for us to ever meet anyone that fit our description.
Then enter Kimmy. Out of nowhere, Paul suddenly has this new heavy set, black lesbian friend. HUH!? And hilarious! I immediately told him to bring her to the bar. And that is exactly what he did.
Kimmy showed up kind of late in the evening, but Angie and I were still happy to have found our new girl. Kims ordered a margarita pizza and I grilled her on all of the “importants”. Are you a lesbian? Where do you live? When did you come out of the closet? How does it feel to be one of the only black employees at the restaurant you work for? Yeah, I let nothing slide ever. I’m a bit too straight forward for some people, but Kimmy took it all with stride and answered every question perfectly. She passed every one of my little tests.
Eventually Mariah and her (slut) girlfriend had to go home and Angie followed them out (Angie’s got this new teaching position fellowship thing and she is swamped with work. But that didn’t stop her from rocking out to the best of her ability. She stumbled home just in time to throw herself into bed). Paul and I stayed at B-Bar so that Kimmy could finish her pizza and drink. After some more grilling from me, I invited Kims back to Paul’s apartment for a quick smoke. She gratefully accepted and we made our way home, not forgetting to stop for Big Macs along the way. Ay yi yi.
We had a great time talking during our smoke and I decided that Kimmy is totally a new friend to have. She is smart and independent and real. And did I mention that she is a stand up comic? HILARIOUS. She fits every requirement that Angie and I were looking for in a new group member. We’ll see how it goes.
Paul walked Kims out and I shoved the rest of my burger in my mouth. When he got back upstairs, we watched a bit of television and then I threw my drunk ass into bed. At first I had the ultimate in bed spins and really thought I was going to barf all over Paul’s cute face. But instead I passed out, not waking until Paul rolled out of bed this morning.
What a night.
I was pleased to see that a group of us could go out and not have any drama. There were no fights, no yelling, no hitting, no nothing. Just a calm, relaxing evening on a gay pride Tuesday. Ahhhh…very nice.
Tonight I have an intensive theatre meeting. We have finished our script and tonight is the first full read through. YAY! I can’t believe that we are at this point already. See…shit really does get done if you stick to deadlines and keep your ass in gear.
Also, thank you to those people who sent me their ideas for the song that plays during the Summerland preview. Unfortunately, I had the show wrong. The song actually plays during the preview of the new movie The Notebook. It goes something like this:
“shumma shum shum wanta feel tonight. Shumma shum for the rest of MYYY life.”
Do you know it now? I’m super good at translating songs into written words without music. You love it and you jizz over it. Now wipe up your cunty and let’s have a good afternoon, shall we?
Time for me to eat my sammich. Yem. I love sammiches.
