i’ve nothing of import to share. tho, James The Gent came to the US for a visit and stayed with us for a couple of days! it was great fun and it was so cool to get to know him! A dashing, charming, genuine, funny and all-together way-cool dude — we hope that James will return sooner vs. later (and stay for a longer time!) …but, thought i would share a view of me and B’s home in current state as of August 2009 in The Richmond District of San Francisco!
anyway, welcome to our home…
and what one sees as one enters our home……now, my picture is sideways, but apply some orientation imagination and you get the idea. The bathroom is to the left. I really don’t want to take you into the can, but I will show you my classy bathroom wall! …or, a portion of it. But, first the kitchen sink and my beloved Hello Kitty toaster given by my long lost pal, Milly. …changed my mind. we’re not going into the john. No. Bedroom? …now, the bedroom is directly to the left of his desk, but last night was one of those fun-tumble-strappy-pleasure sort of evenings. and, sadly, that sort of evening does not make for an appropriate photograph the next morning. So, no. we shall not venture into the bedroom. sorry.
here are some random, up close and personal shots of things in the apartment…
…I went ahead and brought you to our bathroom. this is the wall of ‘classy’ art i have created. …if one is flexible you can spin babs while you take a leak. takes skill.
Well, that is a glimpse into my home. Thanks for visiting! …please. do not disturb the gimp in the corner. thank you.
love and kisses,
…and I was never the same.
My Grandmother loved her “stories” — she would get upset if one called them soap operas. I didn’t care for them. Tho, I do remember finding DARK SHADOWS sort of interesting.
Anyway, I had stayed home from school one day. I think this would have to have been around 1976 or 1977 — not really sure. But, I was lying on her living room floor. She was sitting in her chair with an apple and an iced tea — and General Hospital started. I think I might have groaned.
…but, then, this pretty blond girl who was supposed to be in high school but was probably 30 — sneaked into some garage apartment and began to make out with this incredibly cute guy! I knew him as Scotty Baldwin and I secretly gave my 9 or 10 year old heart over to him.
Several years later — long after I had forgotten about Scotty I remember hearing people talk about how Laura left Scotty for this Luke guy who had raped her.
Never mind that the dude apparently raped Laura, but she fell in love with him over Scotty!?!??
Now, why? Why-o-why would Laura drop Scotty over Luke. …who raped her. Why? …all I can figure is she had a thing for forceful perms. …OR, maybe Luke had some sort of gift that Scotty was lacking?
…something was fishy in Port Charles. Yes, I can still remember the name of the city in which Scotty had a tiny garage apartment.
I think Elizabeth Taylor appeared on this “storie” when Laura married Scotty — after stupidly divorcing the ever so cute Scotty Baldwin. My Grandmother was quite excited that Liz Taylor was on her fave story. By that time I was in high school, on drugs and worried about much more pressing mattters. …Like gathering friends to kidnap Chuck E Cheese with water pistols.
…You know, the dude who dressed up as Chuck E Cheese is STILL mad at me for doing that. I thought it was funny and helped to gain him some popularity. …but 24 years later, that guy is STILL sore at me. I never meant to upset him. However, now, as an adult when I mention this people look at me as if I am either totally insane or an asshole.
I’m neither. I was just an odd teenager. …but, we did have fun kidnapping Chuck E Cheese. …The manager of the restaurant let us. I think he had a thing for one of my female pals, I’ll call her “Sally F”, …who assisted with the ever-important kidnapping.
I’m sorry to the dude who is still mad at me. I’ve told him I’m sorry. But, I don’t think he will ever be able to let it go. We got him a drink and some doobage.
At any rate, I blame it all on Scotty Baldwin. I take my 9 or 10 year old heart back!
Anyway, my heart belongs to B. …And, he is FAR cuter than Scotty ever was. And, I am quite sure — a much better lover!
oh, an added note: I really thought I was doing a nice thing for the dude who used to dress as Chuck E Cheese! …I did! With the gift of sight that has been sufficiently hinded, I realize I was misguided in that stoned sort of way.
And, in the event, that this dude should read this — I would like to add that he declined the weed and the drink. He just wanted to be taken back to Chuck E — and we only brought him for a ride in the parking lot anyway. So, no real harm done. And, the families and fellow employees all seemed to get a kick out of it. …I’m sorry.
Also, my female pal did not return the crush of the Chuck E Cheese manager — and, just for the record, in the event that she is reading this. And, she never touched any weed or drink. The other two pals did. …they were bad girls. — but only in the best and coolest way possible!
…I seem to be listening to this album quite a bit for the last several days. I didn’t like it when I first heard it, but now I’m ever so loving it. Go figure.
We are back from Toronto. Sad trip. But, those times when families come together after the loss of parent are so bittersweet, complicated, difficult and full of love — that you know it was so very important to everyone. And, to the memory of the one who is no longer here. B is holding up well. Always so hard to watch the one you love the most hurting. …And, all you can do is offer your love.
And, there were the children. B’s niece and nephew are perfect children! They were like little rays of sun racing around us. And, B is blessed with a great family. This was really the first time I had to actually spend some time with his mother — an incredibly beautiful, funny and unique person. …She would have to be — and B’s father must have been a true force of nature. How else could one explain such astounding sons produced from their love and marriage?!!?
I missed our Little Bagel and Lola something awful. Also been missing Bethie and Alan. Hope to see them later this weekend or maybe even sooner. And, while I had a few setbacks while in Canada — I did OK. The return to therapy is this Friday.
The trip to/from Toronto was quite difficult. Because we were having to grab our tix quick — we ended up with some odd flight schedules from Hell. The trip there ended up taking just over 13 hours. Sucked. The trip back wasn’t so bad. But, our luggage was lost both ways.
I was unable to sleep much. I did most of the laundry. And, I watched the first half of this:
I had been dying to see it since I heard of it airing in the UK earlier this year! As one would expect from the folks who brought us The League of Gentlemen — it was sick, twisted, funny and horribly wrong. I am loving it. Interesting to see Dawn French doing something with a bit of edge again. How many years has it been since French & Saunders were actually pushing envelopes? 18 or so? Anyway, well worth a look — I think it is one of those shows that can seem a bit much, jolty and extreme first viewing but takes on more comic meaning after getting past the shock tactics. Not up to par with the original League, but most definitely excellent! Fingers crossed for some more to come!
Seems there were so many things I wanted to write about a bit of the Hell I went through trying to grapple with all this flashback shit while we were traveling and in Canada. But, this posting is more than boring enough.
I wonder, why do I find Hugh Grant so charming and hot? He isn’t really.
Shrugging of my shoulders.