weekend chex mix

Whew! What a weekend! It all started out celebrating with Emil on Wednesday night at the Mexican restaurant with Adrianne. Adrianne had been wanting to surprise Emil with a birthday dinner and was able to schedule it that evening.

We no more pulled up and Adrianne got out – we’d all been texting how hungry we were and that maybe we needed to push the meeting time up to 5:30 instead of 6. Emil pulled up just then having gotten off work on time and we headed in to the restaurant to have margaritas and beer. This was the first time we’d been out with Adrianne and we had a blast talking and laughing over drinks. We all thought that night if we didn’t have to work the next day we would have been out a lot later. That night Emil mentioned that Benjii and Goya had texted her to see if she wanted to do something on her actual bday, Friday.

Fast forward to Friday Charlie and I decided to have a crab boil and whoever wanted to show up, show up. I picked up a half cake just in case Emil showed and it ended up they all showed. We hung out at the she-shed and listened to music while the potatoes and corn cooked in the pot we had going outside.

The next day, I managed to talk Charlie in to going to see A Star is Born. (Gaga does not disappoint) and we ran into Emil, Benji and Goya. We all ended up sitting together in the back row.

Yesterday, Charlie was a little hung over didn’t feel well and we threw together some cheese tortellini chicken soup  (if you make this halve the onion and add some more veggies – it was kind of plain but I know chicken soup is supposed to be that way) and camped out in front of the TV to watch this new series on Netflix, Maniac.

(what do you think of that? Were only on the 4th episode but it’s very strange)

As we were sitting down Emil texted and wanted to know if we were around as she was in the neighborhood and I called her back and said, Come over!

So, she came over for soup and we watched the first two episodes together. It was a great end to a fantastic weekend! Things are about to get cra-cra around here getting ready for the party and next weekend we have gay pride and the porchfest that Charlie is going to help Emil record her playing with both of her bands. I’m going to try to get out of school early so I can run down there and take in at least a little bit of music before it’s over. The hot weather is finally moving out this week so hopefully we’ll get some nice, cool long sleeved shirt weather. It will feel good to put on jeans again.

Have a great rest of your week and talk soon!

 

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gay chex mix

Most of you know that I grew up in a very small town in Indiana – on a farm, in fact. Yeah, stow away all the romantic thoughts you have of growing up on a farm because there’s nothing great about it. It’s hard work –all the time. There’s nothing great about having to roll out of bed at 4:30 a.m. to feed the cows or better yet go find them because they got out. Nothing great about having to come home from school and work until dinner time. Fortunately, I had a mother who put her foot down later in my teenage years and let me join all kinds of sports and band. I joined every band activity I could – orchestra band, marching band, drum and bugle corp and let’s not forget jazz band where we performed at every game imaginable. That got me out of the farm work indefinitely. During this time my bestie was my first cousin – Jace. We hung out together all the time. So much, in fact that our parents accused us of dating each other – which, couldn’t be farther from the truth because we were both secretly in the closet.

After our senior year Jace moved to Florida where he came out. I quietly came out years later – after college, in fact, because I was afraid that if my parents found out they would yank me out. I could totally see them saying that college making me gay. This is how backwards the general mentality is where I came from. I didn’t completely come out until I moved to Atlanta and was paying my own bills.

Jace is married to his husband, Diego– who he’s been with for almost 30 years. They built a McMansion in our hometown and he started an IT business he runs out of their basement with 4 employees. We have another cousin who is gay as well. Eventually, the family has come around to our sexuality – I think old age mellows some people. They don’t have the energy to fight anymore. Plus, us gays are starting to outnumber the straights in my family because Jace’s younger brother Michael – who is the only kid in the family to produce offspring just found out that two of his kids Emilio and Samantha are gay.

Now there’s five (six if you count Diego) of us cousins who are gay. Michael is not thrilled that two of his kids are gay. In fact, shit hit the fan this week when it was Samantha’s turn to come out.  All I can say is at least they’re healthy and aren’t doing drugs. My uncle – Jace’s father and my father’s brother keeps asking Emilio (who at 10 is very effeminate) if he wants to grow up and drive bulldozers.

Of course Emilio doesn’t want to drive bulldozers – he probably wants to go to New York and be on Broadway since the last time I was home I asked him what he had been up to and he told me he was in The Sound of Music at school. Samantha is in to women’s basketball and sports. I’m trying to get Michael to let me fly her down here for a visit so I can take her to a game. But, I’m going to wait for the dust to settle before I push anymore.

The holidays are about to get more interesting in that family is all I’ve got to say.

 

Sex and the [Babytown] City

Well, we or should I say I didn’t make it down to the park this weekend for PRIDE. Charlie decided to leave for Florida on Saturday to go help her folks (who are safe and didn’t sustain much damage where they were). Saturday, I rode her bike to this neighborhood music fest and met up with Link and Stiletto to watch Rooster and Shutter’s band play. Soon as they were done playing I took off for home on the bike. I fed the dogs and went out to grab a pizza for dinner.

While eating pizza, the dogs and I watched Sex and the City reruns on Amazon Prime. I really didn’t think it had been that long since it first came out but watching Season 1 (1998) I felt like I was watching something that surely was filmed in the 80’s. There was big hair, cigarette smoking [everywhere], the twin towers in the background, cell phones that flip open and home phones.

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I never noticed this when watching the show previously but every time one of the girls met a new character they were dating Carrie would narrate their qualifications, “up-and-coming Manhattan furniture designer Aidan Shaw….” When you watch episode after episode you start to figure out the Sex and the City template. First, a topic is presented and Second, Carrie writes a line about the topic with a question at the end and finally the question is answered in the end based on the episodes actions.

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The formula was so sound that it carried on for six seasons. In the end, Carrie and the girls would eventually settle down and move on with their lives – end of series story.  Because in Hollywood terms, seem like sad, single old ladies if they didn’t – because according to Hollywood, one can only be caught up in the single, swinging life for so long until it wears off and seems tragically sad.

Which, brings me to the next topic – PRIDE. I would have gone if Charlie were here but since she wasn’t I had no desire to go. I got what I want – a marriage license and insurance benefits for my spouse. What more can I ask for than to be treated just like everyone else? See, I never wanted special treatment. I only wanted what the Buckhead couple have – equal rights. Once we got those what is the biiiiiig deal about PRIDE? I seriously think that the same sex marriage ruling burst the PRIDE balloon.  However, I have friends who go every year – to celebrate pride, their new relationship, singleness or marriage.

That’s fine. To each his own. I do miss PRIDE when it was originally the last week in June right before the 4th of July. That way you could string in two celebrations into one (and take a four day weekend for partying).

My PRIDE consisted of making lasagnas for two of my friends – one post-op and the other pre-op and driving them to their houses and visiting for a while. The first friend who is on crutches was supposed to go down to the park with her friends but they all ended up bailing because of one thing or another and were ok with that. She said honestly she wished someone would just have an all day party at their house and cookout and have people dropping in throughout the day. Which, sounded good to me – I love house parties – especially, when we’re throwing them. The other couple hadn’t been to PRIDE in years and  didn’t even know it was happening that weekend.

I had several people saying, “Let me know what you get in to” this past weekend but I just kind of blew it off. I can get into several things without their help or company. I get tired of always asking. I decided to go out on my own and watch the rest of the Falcons game. But, I was at an impasse on where to go. The one nearby I knew would be crowded, I went to one of the standby’s and turned right around when I saw the woman who was keeping bar was the one who gave shitty service the last time Charlie and I were there. It was between the one that had a huge long bar that I could probably squeeze in to -but a 9:00 curfew for children that was rarely enforced. Or, a new burger place I hadn’t been to yet and knew nothing about.

Normally, the restaurants and bars we frequent near the house are full of new parents, babies and toddlers. In fact, it should be named Sex and then the Babytown -season 35.

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I’ve literally sat next to a toddler taking up prime bar space with their coloring book and sippy cup while I drank my Peroni waiting for a pizza. I mean, you get sick of it after a while. When part of what you’re paying for is ambiance then a screaming baby almost makes you want to get up, throw some money on the table and leave (and, we have done that). Times like that almost make me miss the ol’ Sex and the City days of babies banned from bars and smoking areas. I decided to try the new place and was pleasantly surprised they had a 21 and older upstairs bar. I ended up watching the Falcons beat the Broncos over a burger and beer. Yes, there was screaming going on but the adult kind that doesn’t rupture one’s eardrum. I think I’ve found a new niche to hang in Babytown – and I like it.