I stopped at the grocery store by my house, where I picked up a dozen Krispy Kreme glazed donuts, and a box of Entenmann's cinnamon buns to take to the meeting.
We had a very productive meeting, for which I took prolific notes. My laptop got hung up at the very beginning of the meeting, and I had to take a few notes by hand while it rebooted. Simply barbaric. Not to mention tedious and slow.
We had some good financial news, which is quite rare, especially in these rough economic times of grants and other public funding being slashed to the gills.
I dropped by Robert's afterwards, where we settled on the Shorts Series that I'm going to see with him at the NCGLFF. He's seeing three of them, and I'm going to join him for:
|Your Daddy Don't Rock 'n Roll|
In 52, Scott Thompson (The Kids in the Hall) probes one man’s greatest nightmare: getting old.
4 Pounds is the story of an actor who, over the course of four life changing weeks, focuses his considerable will to the goal of losing some weight.
Recording artist Troy Jackson calls for sassy, irreverent voices to join a chorus of queers, who demand justice and equality in Batty Boys Revenge.
A seemingly normal subway ride across Manhattan transforms into a comic anthropological study of the local and exotic species of New York City's gay “wildlife” in Domestic Shorthair Underground.
Bobby, a Korean-American teenage outcast, is working at his parents' dry cleaners on prom weekend. When the prom queen stops by with her dress, Bobby creates his own night to remember in The Queen.
And remember the hilarious “gal detectives” from Chico’s Angels? Well, they’re back in three new comedy music videos: Run From Immigration, You Don’t Know My Life, and Get Down!
What does it mean when the only person you love forgets you are his lover in Tell Me a Memory?
I used an app to make a collage of my Facebook friends, and it made me smile:
I spent a good two hours in the afternoon at home working on the minutes to the board meeting to get them done while everything was still fresh on my mind.
I met Joe at Red Lobster at Crossroads Plaza, where we had a nice dinner, catching up on the last two weeks. I was tempted by the crab specials they have going on right now, but in the end, as I always do, I got my "usual" dish there, because I absolutely love it: Seafood-Stuffed Flounder.
I did a little more work on the minutes once I got home, and then I took a 1.5-hour nap.
I met Joe at Flex at about 10:15, where it was fairly festive being Crape Myrtle Festival gala night, with a lot of people filing in after that finished at the Contemporary Art Museum.
Later in the evening, Joe, Bob, and I went over to 313, and then on to The Diner, which Bob, not being a drinker was generous enough to drive us. It was incredibly crowded in the place, and if it wasn't for the hot men sitting at the table outside, just on the other side of the window at our table, the wait we had for our food would have been unacceptable.
Joe and Bob had a Reuben, I'm pretty sure, and I had their cheese fries.
It was a late, late night. I got home at 4:00 and dropped into the bed.