Monday, March 31, 2008

March Madness

The month of March has FLOWN by and it seems to have been jam packed with activities.

Can I just say that I have been loving the weather lately. I'm really not quite ready yet for the blazing sun of summer, so I have really enjoyed the last few days of sun and temperatures in the mid 60s. Lovely as Jess would say.

In other news, LOST is in reruns now which is a sad, sad thing. It was getting so exciting there for awhile and so many new things were being revealed. Perhaps they decided to give our brains a chance to rest and absorb before we ended up getting a nose bleed, which leads to cerebral cortex explosion, which leads to death like that guy on the boat and almost Desmond before he found his constant.... see what I mean.

As far as activities post St. Louis, here are some high-lights.

On March 14, my friend Mark held an event at The Factory Night Club to raise money for his friend Van who is riding in the AIDS Lifecycle Ride. The AIDS Lifecycle is a bike ride from San Francisco to Los Angeles to raise money for AIDS, and is a goal of mine on my "list of things to do." However, just in order to participate in the ride, I think you need to raise something like $2,000.00, which is a hefty sum if the majority of your friends are either students, "struggling actors," or work in "the biz" living on the unpredictability of the movie industry. So, Mark impressively coordinated a men's swimwear fashion show with brands such as Speedo, Timoteo, and more to get gay men excited about seeing male models in skimpy clothing and somehow hoped to translate that into donations for AIDS. I don't really get it either, but perhaps gay logic is different than most...hmmm I see research potential.


Anyway, most of our friends made it to the event, and the place was packed! After dancing for a few hours, the show began. I had to laugh because some of the lesbians seemed to be getting more excited about men in swimsuits than the gay boys. I heard comments like, "Ooo, he's cute," "Did you see his *&@#," "Nice body." hahaha! They raised a decent amount of money, but not as much as they should have for that show because gays are cheap, but all in all it was a success! My friend Phil's Birthday was also that night, but alas, he was overshadowed by scantily clad men... WE STILL LOVE U PHIL!!

The following weekend there was a large Birthday celebration for a lesbian named Cathy at Oil Can Harrys, which is a gay line dancing bar in the Valley. On Saturdays though, they have Disco Night! Lesbians + Disco + leather daddies, bears, and fabulous gays + drink specials until 10PM = an amazing time!! There were so many lesbians there that one gay man actually felt the need to ask why there were so many of "us," we had to explain it was a Birthday party and we love to boogie. Noa and I seriously danced non-stop for approximately 3 and half to 4 hours and I probably could have kept going if there weren't pesky details like "closing times," and "we need to get home now before I drink more and make a fool of myself."

One high light of the night was one of my favorite writers and vlog stars Karman Kregloe from afterellen.com was in attendance. I have enjoyed her writing since she recapped Tila Tequila for the site, and began watching the vlog "We're Getting Nowhere" when I saw they were recapping America's Next Top Model because as I have expressed here before, I have a sick and twisted addiction to bad reality shows. Anyway, I saw her waiting in the bathroom line, and I wasn't sure if I was going to say anything because I am not one to approach people, but at this point I had thrown back a few too many drink specials, so I just said, "Hey, I like your blog on afterellen.com." I was expecting a, "Hey thanks," and that would be the end of my brush with online fame, but instead she said thanks and actually got out of line to talk to me!! I introduced her to Denise and rambled on about how much I enjoyed her writing... at least I think that is what I said. At that point I could barely make out coherent sentences much less speak in any sort of intelligent manner. Still, I was so impressed that she did that and it just made me a bigger fan of her work. Not a fan as in she will be my new screen saver for my computer, but as in I will continue to enjoy her work and take comfort in the knowledge that she is a really cool person.

It was a extremely good time and I definitely will be returning for gay disco Saturdays, and we plan on bringing our friend Shannon to line-dancing Fridays because she's gonna teach us all the 2-step. :)

The next weekend was Justin's Birthday, so we went to see the movie Monster Squad at a local theater. I had never seen the film, but after a viewing I'm a total fan. I LOVE cheesy 80s comedy, especially the genre of "kids save the world while adults are clueless" movies. If you haven't seen it, I definitely recommend it. I was told they finally released it on DVD, so run to your local blockbuster, independent movie rental place, or "put it in your que," and good ready for good, campy, ridiculous fun.

After the film everyone arrived at Vince and Justin's apartment for a house party, and the festivities ended with us watching stupid shit on youtube as always. All I have to say is, "Ken Leeeeeeee, tolibodeeebodouchu!!!!!"

One final note, I have reached my max of friends with March Birthdays. This month I had Kendra, Phil, Mark, Justin, Angela, Brendan, and of course, my Nani's Birthday to attend/send a card/myspace. If you would like to befriend me, please consider changing the date of your Birthday, or just don't let me know when it is because I will feel pressure and guilt about what to get you, whether or not I can attend, and just what type of cake is your favorite because even with good friends you don't necessarily know that. :) I LOVE YOU MY MARCH BIRTHDAY FRIENDS!!!

ps: also in happenings this month, Denise ate a baby crab... lets please take a moment of silence in remembrance.

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