Hot Mess Driver was at the helm, but miraculously it wasn't sweltering aboard. The man who had gone fishing last week was on board, and doggone it if he didn't have a fishing pole with him again! Of course I thought, "What're you doing, going ice fishing?" The man sitting behind me responded to my rhetorical question by simply snoring loudly.
At the McKimmon Center stop, a lady boarded carrying a car seat. It was completely covered, which was admirable since it was so cold out assuming it had a baby in it, but what wasn't so admirable was that it was covered with two extra large bath towels that didn't even match.
At the next stop, we waited for a man to flatten out his bills so that the fare machine would accept them. Might I humbly suggest that while you're waiting 10 minutes for the bus that you go ahead and uncrinkle those dollar bills from that wad you're going to pull out of your pocket to pay your fare? Thanks in advance for your cooperation.
It's been a while since Logorrhea's made an appearance, but she did this morning and once again proved the old adage, "It's better to be quiet and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt." Her comments—which almost without fail, make any normal person just shake their head—were just as loud and inane today as they always are. From words of wisdom like, "I guess that's why my parents stayed married for 50 years. 'Cause they can't make it on they own," to, "It's important to find a marriage partner. It don't have to be a 50/50 partner, where each partner get 50. It can be a 70/30 partner, where the woman get the 70. So she be happy."
I had three work meetings scheduled today, but two of them ended up getting rescheduled until next week. Woohoo. Well, woohoo today. Next week will be a different story.
My remaining meeting was at 3:00 and it was in another building across campus, to which I took the Wolfline #1 Avent Ferry bus, met with the person for an hour, and then caught the same bus up to the Avent Ferry Shopping Center, where after running into the grocery store for a couple of things, I caught the Wolfline #9 Greek Village bus over to Kaplan for my short walk home. That was a long-ass sentence, albeit nicely punctuated.
While looking at the celery in the produce department in the Food Lion, a lightning fast flutter in the corner of my eye startled me, and then a live bird flew from near the celery over to the melon section. I tried to snap a picture of it with my camera phone, but it wouldn't stay in a vegetative state long enough for a portrait. Badumpbump. We're here all week folks. Try the rutabagas.
I had to talk myself into it, but I did get to the gym tonight before it closed at 9:00. Arriving at about 7:50, I did 300 ab crunches, followed by 40 minutes on the elliptical machine to finish up within ten minutes of closing. As always, afterward, I was so glad I went.
On Facebook today, my friend Wayne Wilson posted a link to this website, which just brought me a ton of smiles while reading it:
|Born This Way|
A photo/essay project for gay viewers (male and female) to submit pictures from their childhood (roughly ages 4 to 14), with snapshots that capture them, innocently, showing the beginnings of their innate gay selves.
I was inspired by it to create my own entry, though I'm only posting it here not there, because it really doesn't "show the beginning of my innate, gay self," it's more a statement about nobody wanting to see my innate gay self.
5 years old
They tried cars and trucks.
They tried guns and holsters.
And they tried sporty games.
I tried, too. I really did. For 37 years.
Now I'm just being. Without even trying.
I stopped at The Borough at about 10:45 to have a couple of drinks before heading over to Legends to see the midnight show. Joe and Phil were there, and I drank with them. I just love their drink philosophy at The Borough: 5/6ths bourbon, 1/5th Diet Coke. Warms my throat going down.
At Legends, while waiting for the show to start, I was standing by myself at this tall, round table by The View-side bar, and three very young kids walked up and stood around the table, too. They had XXXs on their hands. So, that young. It was way too close of quarters not to hear what they were saying, and one of them was telling the other two about someone he'd evidently recently introduced them to. I missed the first part of the sentence, but evidently one of the other two had asked about a girl that that guy was with when they'd met him, to which the one telling the story responded, "Oh. That's, like, his 'day girlfriend.'"
The show was pretty good tonight, if the craziness of the crowd was any indication. Of course, that could've just been the liquor going wild. I'm pretty sure one of the drag queens in the show was one of the ones who was in the "Drag Race" contest they had going on at Legends for a while, and whom I witnessed one night the judges telling her, "Honey, your panties were showing a little bit; you need to be careful about that kind of thing." Evidently, she took good direction. Now she's a star. Well as much as one can be a star in a gay nightclub in Raleigh, North Carolina. Let's do keep this all in perspective.