Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Non-Stop Birthday!
What a weekend it was. As you can tell from my lack of posting, I have just crawled out of my hangover today. I can’t begin to explain how little sleep I got this weekend. I’m still in Zombie mode, but at least the wine headache I’ve been carrying around as my baby has finally died. I buried it out back with the other babies I’ve killed after the last couple of birthdays.
My birthday began on Thursday evening. Paul and I decided to eat sushi and attend the 8pm showing of Farenheit 9/11. The sushi was incredibly good and I was in the mood to try new things, so that’s what I did. If they had a mini-birthday cake made out of seaweed and rice, I would have gotten that too, but alas…
After dinner, Paul and I walked to the local theatre. On the way there, I heard someone scream “You fucking faggots!” I looked at Paul and said “They couldn’t have been talking about us. We’re not even walking next to each other.” Paul glanced back and saw the guys who were now screaming louder “You fucking faggots! Get over here!” Two blocks later, I was very upset to see that the scumbags screaming at us had followed us down the street. I stopped walking just in time to see scumbag number one get out of his “child molestor” van with a CANE. He was in his forties, but hobbled his way over to where I was standing. “You motherfucking faggots.” I looked him right in the eye and said “Do I know you? No, so get the fuck away from us.” He became enraged and his friend (Scumbag #2) got out of the van and started approaching us as well. I grabbed Paul by the arm and told him that we should get away as fast as possible. As we walked to the movie theatre, I heard this loser scream “Faggots” over and over and over. Under Paul’s breath he muttered “Crippled ass spics”. I told him to shut his mouth and walk faster.
Finally we arrived at the theatre. Paul and I stood inside and tears filled my eyes. Paul was so angry and I was just upset. It never gets easier being called a “faggot” by a stranger. The “child molester” van pulled up outside the theatre and parked. We had to wait 15 minutes for them to leave. After they took off, Paul and I walked home. I was too upset to see the movie.
Eventually Paul got me out of my mood and we saw a different showing of the movie at a different theatre. The movie itself was one of the most incredible pieces of artwork I have ever seen. I’ll cover that in a different entry.
On Friday, Paul took me to buy a new outfit. He spent too much money and it shows. The clothes are beautiful. We had some drinks together and played some games before heading out to a nice dinner. I had the swordfish and Paul had the steak. After dinner, Paul and I had a few more drinks before heading over to My Big Gay Italian Wedding, this new off-Broadway show. I had wanted to see the show and was overjoyed when I found out that we had second row seats. Long story short, the play sucked ASS and we left (along with just about everyone else in the theatre) at intermission. What a grand old piece of stereotypical garbage the play was. The only time I laughed is when the guy from Boy Meets Boy, James Getzalf, tried to act his way out of the cardboard box they placed him in. SUCK SUCK SUCK. SUCK.
On Saturday, my friend Angie took me out to brunch and then played a scavenger hunt with me. She had written up all of these clues and I got to run around the city like a crazy person. It was so much fun. At the end, she gave me my presents and we popped a bottle of champagne. Afterwards, we met up with Mariah and Kelly and walked down to the local Lazer Tag place. OH MAN LAZER TAG is so LAME and so FUN at the same time. You aren’t allowed to run, so we walked hella super fast and shot every little kid we saw. Of course I was yelled at for speed walking, but I didn’t care. It was my birthday and I’ll speed walk if I want to.
After a few rounds of the tag, we all had some drinks and went out to dinner with Paul and a few friends. The food was great, the drinks were great, the conversation rocked. It was an amazing dinner. After THAT, we went back to the apartment, played a few more games (I LOVE games) and went out to Splash bar in NYC. I think we lasted 30 minutes there until I convinced everyone to go home with me to play a few rounds of ASSHOLE. I TOLD YOU I LOVE GAMES!
I rolled into bed sometime around 3am.
On the Fourth of July, Kelly, Angie, Paul and I went over to our friend Megans place to grill and watch the fireworks. I have never seen a more beautiful fireworks display in my life. From where we sat, atop a rooftop in Brooklyn, I could see all three shows. I held onto Paul as tight as I could and we watched explosion after explosion. Being with my boyfriend for the whole weekend was by far the best part of my birthday.
When I got into bed on Sunday night, I collapsed into a coma. All of the drinking and pot smoking and staying up late definitely took its toll. Paul and I had a VERY low key Monday and then on Tuesday I went back to work.
PHEW! I finally got all of it down.
I must thank everyone that made my day so super special. I have the best friends and boyfriend a guy could ask for. Now I have to wait 360 days until my next one! Ah geez.
That is it for today.
I’ll be back tomorrow with a funnier and more entertaining post.
For now, this is all you get.
Get it and love it.
What a weekend it was. As you can tell from my lack of posting, I have just crawled out of my hangover today. I can’t begin to explain how little sleep I got this weekend. I’m still in Zombie mode, but at least the wine headache I’ve been carrying around as my baby has finally died. I buried it out back with the other babies I’ve killed after the last couple of birthdays.
My birthday began on Thursday evening. Paul and I decided to eat sushi and attend the 8pm showing of Farenheit 9/11. The sushi was incredibly good and I was in the mood to try new things, so that’s what I did. If they had a mini-birthday cake made out of seaweed and rice, I would have gotten that too, but alas…
After dinner, Paul and I walked to the local theatre. On the way there, I heard someone scream “You fucking faggots!” I looked at Paul and said “They couldn’t have been talking about us. We’re not even walking next to each other.” Paul glanced back and saw the guys who were now screaming louder “You fucking faggots! Get over here!” Two blocks later, I was very upset to see that the scumbags screaming at us had followed us down the street. I stopped walking just in time to see scumbag number one get out of his “child molestor” van with a CANE. He was in his forties, but hobbled his way over to where I was standing. “You motherfucking faggots.” I looked him right in the eye and said “Do I know you? No, so get the fuck away from us.” He became enraged and his friend (Scumbag #2) got out of the van and started approaching us as well. I grabbed Paul by the arm and told him that we should get away as fast as possible. As we walked to the movie theatre, I heard this loser scream “Faggots” over and over and over. Under Paul’s breath he muttered “Crippled ass spics”. I told him to shut his mouth and walk faster.
Finally we arrived at the theatre. Paul and I stood inside and tears filled my eyes. Paul was so angry and I was just upset. It never gets easier being called a “faggot” by a stranger. The “child molester” van pulled up outside the theatre and parked. We had to wait 15 minutes for them to leave. After they took off, Paul and I walked home. I was too upset to see the movie.
Eventually Paul got me out of my mood and we saw a different showing of the movie at a different theatre. The movie itself was one of the most incredible pieces of artwork I have ever seen. I’ll cover that in a different entry.
On Friday, Paul took me to buy a new outfit. He spent too much money and it shows. The clothes are beautiful. We had some drinks together and played some games before heading out to a nice dinner. I had the swordfish and Paul had the steak. After dinner, Paul and I had a few more drinks before heading over to My Big Gay Italian Wedding, this new off-Broadway show. I had wanted to see the show and was overjoyed when I found out that we had second row seats. Long story short, the play sucked ASS and we left (along with just about everyone else in the theatre) at intermission. What a grand old piece of stereotypical garbage the play was. The only time I laughed is when the guy from Boy Meets Boy, James Getzalf, tried to act his way out of the cardboard box they placed him in. SUCK SUCK SUCK. SUCK.
On Saturday, my friend Angie took me out to brunch and then played a scavenger hunt with me. She had written up all of these clues and I got to run around the city like a crazy person. It was so much fun. At the end, she gave me my presents and we popped a bottle of champagne. Afterwards, we met up with Mariah and Kelly and walked down to the local Lazer Tag place. OH MAN LAZER TAG is so LAME and so FUN at the same time. You aren’t allowed to run, so we walked hella super fast and shot every little kid we saw. Of course I was yelled at for speed walking, but I didn’t care. It was my birthday and I’ll speed walk if I want to.
After a few rounds of the tag, we all had some drinks and went out to dinner with Paul and a few friends. The food was great, the drinks were great, the conversation rocked. It was an amazing dinner. After THAT, we went back to the apartment, played a few more games (I LOVE games) and went out to Splash bar in NYC. I think we lasted 30 minutes there until I convinced everyone to go home with me to play a few rounds of ASSHOLE. I TOLD YOU I LOVE GAMES!
I rolled into bed sometime around 3am.
On the Fourth of July, Kelly, Angie, Paul and I went over to our friend Megans place to grill and watch the fireworks. I have never seen a more beautiful fireworks display in my life. From where we sat, atop a rooftop in Brooklyn, I could see all three shows. I held onto Paul as tight as I could and we watched explosion after explosion. Being with my boyfriend for the whole weekend was by far the best part of my birthday.
When I got into bed on Sunday night, I collapsed into a coma. All of the drinking and pot smoking and staying up late definitely took its toll. Paul and I had a VERY low key Monday and then on Tuesday I went back to work.
PHEW! I finally got all of it down.
I must thank everyone that made my day so super special. I have the best friends and boyfriend a guy could ask for. Now I have to wait 360 days until my next one! Ah geez.
That is it for today.
I’ll be back tomorrow with a funnier and more entertaining post.
For now, this is all you get.
Get it and love it.
