Amazing (G)Race

It's been a while.
Last night, my mom, Doug, and myself attended the viewing of Amazing Race at Za's Pizza. Kynt and Vyxsin, the dynamic goth couple from Louisville have been hosting the parties for several weeks now, and we decided we had better go this week, because they came in last place on the last episode, and it looked like they may not make it this week.
They didn't.
But, they really did their best, and at one point were actually in first place. Kynt and Vyxsin's fatal mistake came when they failed to use the U-Turn on the stupid straight couple that managed to make it to check-in just moments before them.

It was just a wonderful experience not seeing redneck, hillbillies representing the state of Kentucky on TV for once. Kynt and Vyxsin may not be the "typical Kentuckians", but they are closer to what I know and love.

Vyxsin, my mom, and Kynt before the race.

Watching themselves walk off the Amazing Race.

Kynt addressing the crowd after the show.

Love Generation

Another drunken video. This time from going out over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend.

I am Thankful for....

All the hot boys out for the pre-Thanksgiving party at Starbase Q on Wednesday night. I am also thankful for the Vicodin that made the night more exciting. I am not thankful for the nasty gas station cheeseburger I ate at 3 in the morning.

I also did the family thing. There are less and less family members there every year. They die, they divorce, they hate each other. No one in my small family really has many children. I will soon be all alone on the holidays, except for my "gay family", that I will continue to get fucked up in clubs every major holiday.

itouch myself

I am getting an ipod itouch this week, I had no idea it had this wi-fi shit. I need it and will have it.

Sunday...Bloody Sunday

Thumbillina

The thumb is the most useful digit on the human hand. I cut my left thumb this week, right along the thumbnail. One would think, "use the other four fingers on the fucking hand." It does not work that way.
I cut my thumb while dicing up a $10.00 watermelon (my favorite food gets expensive in the fall/winter), in a semi-druken state.


Anything you buy at the grocery requires two thumbs to pull apart...you need two thumbs to text...and, the thumb is an important part in self pleasure.

Cars

I am getting a new (or used) car in the next week or so. I now drive a 1994 Ford Taurus, so you can see the need for a new ride. I am not a "car queen", to say the least. I am quite proud that I have not had a car payment in 10 years. It has afforded me the opportunity to travel very well, including a full month in Mexico this year. But, all good things must come to an end, and my car is on it's last leg. Here are my top contenders for the new wheels:

Honda Civic: Practical, Cheap

Toyota Yaris: Practical, Cheap

Volkswagen Jetta: Practical, Semi-Cheap

Mercedes-Benz DLK 200 Kompressor: Not Practical, Not Cheap.

I think I know where I am leaning. What do you think I should do?

Race on Bitches

The Amazing Race is fantastic once again this year, with a fantastic Goth couple from Louisville really making an impression. I have met one half of the couple (Kynt), and am so thrilled to have someone representing the state of Kentucky that are neither hicks or conservatives. They were fourth (really tied for second) tonight on the show.


They have a viewing party at Za's Pizza down the street. I think I will ask my mother if she wants to go next week, as she is a big Amazing Race fan.
I am applying for Big Brother 9. I really don't expect much out of it, but it is something to do while I have a job that will let me off whenever I want.

Popping the Blog Cherry

I am a "blog whore". I have about 15 blogs I check daily, and another 100 that I read at least weekly.
I will never forget my first experience of meeting a blogger that I read. We were at Starbase Q one lovely evening, and I recognized a cute, young guy across the bar. I told Doug that it this guy was from a blog I read. The blog was the now defunct Filthy/Gorgeous, and the author was from Seattle. So, I had to do a triple take to make sure it was him, it was. He was so thrilled to be recognized. I was his first, and from such a backwoods like Kentucky. I think he was surprised we had the internets around these parts.
Well, I got spotted out this weekend for this blog. A super cute, super cool, super nice guy came to blog via a comment I left on Andy Towle's blog TowleRoad. The ironic thing is the guy that spotted me works at Starbase Q, the very place I met my first blogger. Hi Rob. Sorry for the photo.


My bestest of friends don't even know about my blog. If they find it, fine. But, I talk about a lot of people on here, so it's best they don't. Thank god they are not smart enough to follow the links from YouTube.

My Old Kentucky Homo

Video of a typical Friday

I am alive

Duck Down

Weekend recap

Fucking Tornado

Sorry about my lack of updates...I just really don't care.
Tonight the tornadoes came, and ruined my life. I just wanted to have a couple beers and watch Ugly Betty, but no. The tornado warnings began about 7:30, and have gone all night long. This means no network TV.
Lucky for you, I took an exhilarating video. I am both excited and scared by these storms. My first memory is of a storm.
The sirens in the video are the most haunting thing.

Weekend

Sicky won't be sicky anymore...

The title is a line from Val of Will & Grace.

I started feeling sicky the moment I walked into work today. I was sneezing all day long. It is not uncommon for me to do this during the spring, as I have horrible seasonal allergies. But, I chalked this up to a cold. It was over 90° for the past three days, and now the lows are nearing 40°. Whatever it is, I am not one that gets sick. I did as a child, but not as an adult really.

I walked up the street after I got home and relaxed on the couch for the new episode of Pushing Dasies. I am not sure I like the show except for Kristen Chenowith. Thank god I changed out of my comfy sweat pants into Jeans, as I saw three people I knew on the short two block journey.

home again, home again, jiggity jig

I came home late last night (Saturday) after a horrific week of sitting for a house and two dogs and a fucking ton of work. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I heard the party going on upstairs. I had taken a couple Vicodin at work and had a Xanax in the pocket so I mustered up the energy to venture upstairs after running into my neighbor Ryan on my way in. A group of my friends had been at the St. James Art Fair all day, and they were still going strong. Doug, John S., and Chris talked me into going out after the festivities ended at the house. We headed to Fuzion....it was Chris' choice....a bad one....as I knew it would be.

It was Goth Night, I guess. The four of us were dressed like a page out of an Abercrombie catalog; flip-flops, jeans, and cute print T-shirts. We tried to stay for the "show". The songs were cute, and it was a good crowd for Fuzion. But, it was not our crowd. I took a couple pics of the performers.


Later, we went to Tryangle's, where it was a parade of tears and old queers. But, I got many compliments, and looked like hell.

Well, I am about to watch my show on Univision, Buscando la Nueva Banda. I am watching Miss mexico 2007 right now....Nuestra Belleza.

Christ on the Cross

I have never worked so much in my life. I think I am going to die. I have completely fucked up two major things at work. Tonight, a party that I booked a few days ago showed up at our other restaurant across town. I forgot that I was now booking parties for both places. Luckily, they were very cool about it, and the entire group made the drive to the other restaurant. I felt terrible bacause I had talked to the woman 6 times on the phone and she was so accomodating about everything.

I also double booked a room for a date in November, and have not called the second party back yet to deliver the bad news. I am going to get fired (not really), but I hope I can resolve it in a peaceful manner. I have been working 12 hours a day for the last 7 days, and will continue to do so until Monday. Yes, I am making insane amounts of money (like what I would make in a month), but feel sorry for me.

In addition, I have to take care of the puppies, who awake at 5:30 AM on the dot to be fed and let out. They shed, they shit, they whine, they bark, they crowd me in the bed.....like an exboyfriend I had.

Speaking of exboyfriends, my favorite one, Jaymes, called me and wanted to know about the plans for this weekend. BFF Doug also called wanting to know plans. See, it is St. James Art Fair weekend in Louisville....aka "the queer cruising event of the year". I always have the biggest and best group roaming the streets with me. Alas, I will be working and watching the bitches all weekend in suburbia hell.

BTW, sorry if everything is mispelled. There is no checker on dial-up.

Trabajo cada dia para vivir en esta vida (I be working a lot).

The title is a line from a Shakira song.
I am still housesitting/ dogsitting....still using a free trail on dial-up. It still sucks.
Work is overwhelming me. I am doing two jobs as I said. I have to return all these calls everyday. Today there were 20 messages. Half the people I have to call back are fine....they don't care about how much shit costs, they have 60 people coming to dinner....they want to spend a lot of money. The other half are cheap penny pinching cunts that want a private party for 18 bitches that want to fuck the server I schedule for party, and don't understand when I say no. I have a shit load of calls to return tommarow...yet I sit here at midnight drinking vodka.
I have drank almost all the vodka in the house, one bottle of Grey Goose and one bottle of Absolut. They owe it to me after being without internet all week. Dial-up is the same as being without internet.
The dogs shit all over the carpet because I went for dinner and drinks at my friends place, Mojito Tapas. I was gone all day working, and drinking. I puked cleaing it up. I had to shampoo the fucking carpet. I don't think I will tell them it happened.
Jenna Bush is on Larry King......Whitehouse wedding.....excuse me while I vomit.....again.

Housesitting Whore

I have not posted because I am housesitting/ dogsitting.
Now, this would not normally be a problem, as they have wonderful highspeed cable internet installed on a beautiful new Dell desktop PC, but it is not working right now!! I was not informed of this by my friends before arriving, they knew I would be over it. I am.
I did not bring my laptop, so I can't just run over to the Deli a mile up the street, and check my shit. I am working the job of the chic that I am housitting for plus my regular hellish job, so I can't really run home at all. I have to come let the damn dogs out and feed them all the time.
I am now on DIAL-UP!!!
I found a phone extension line and connected it, then signed up for a free trial on MSN. It is soooooooooooooooo slow. I do not know how people live like this.
Doug told me to read a book....yeah right.
I hope my 3 readers will stick with me through this trying time. I promise I will be back with mind blowing posts after next weekend.

We ain't got no queers around here

The party

Stuffy's birthday party went fairly well. People were in and out all night. At least three people made drunken fools of themselves, I was not one of them this time.

Stuffy does a Jello shot.

Charles, Peter, Emily, and Josh

Diana, Ryan, Chris, me

Vanessa, David V., and me

Doug and Josh

with Chris

Stuffy raping hot Josh

Jennifer and Kellan

with Ashley L.

Josh, Doug, and John

with Mike, Bobby, Doug, and John

with Mike

with Ashley L. and Sean

laughing with Stuffy

Mike fucking Stuffy on the Soloflex

Doing shots of cheap tequila out of plastic cups.



Stuffy acting like a slut.