I know that I've been M.I.A, but I was just taking a slight break from my New Year's Resolution. Actually, it was a very boring week. I did shopping with Miss Kitty on Wednesday and Friday, and I'm back to being a nanny for Liam on Thursdays. I guess I haven't totally kicked whatever bug I had because after that, I just needed to nap (No, not getting my beauty sleep; you can't improve on perfection!). I did get out with the Bucca Boyz on Wednesday to the newest of the gay bars, Roosters in Bellmore. I guess we were all in a stressed out mood because we ended up having a water bottle fight like 5 yr. olds. Sad to say watching Cha Cha mop up the floor was the highlight of my week. Silver J was not a happy camper when he got soaked by some thoughtless bastard (Yeah it was me). Well at least, we let off some steam, though not to sure Silver J is talking to us anymore (Guess that's water under the bridge; Not my best pun!).
Saturday was a clean the house day, since the maid took off this week. It is so hard to get good help these days. So we slaved away putting away the last of the Christmas decorations and tidying up for our company last night. We had a double date with Matt and Eddie. Matt is like a big old teddy bear you just want to squeeze; while Eddie is one of the sweetest people you'll know. He reminds me of a old Jewish grandmother, especially when he looks at you over the rim of his glasses. He is one of those people that has an inherent need to help people, which I guess is why he became a teacher. He also is involved in the fund raising for Auntie M's helping hands and also a published playwright. They arrived at our house fashionably late, blaming the poor directions. Really, go straight make a left on Cuba Hill and second right after tracks can be so confusing? We sipped on wine that Eddie and Matt generously brought, while Matt devoured the cheese and crackers and nuts (We knew it was time to go when he began eyeing Sparky's food bowl). We then headed off to the restaurant called 34 New Street in Huntington, which is at 34 New St in Huntington (Original name, like a polish lesbian thought it up). The place was a lovely little bistro type place, with excellent food, but the waitress was a little intimidated I guess. For dessert, she asked if we would like some Earl Gay Tea. I think she might of figured out our story, but we let that Freudian slip go by. Then she offered us some Homo-made apple pie. I'm not sure if it was home-made or some big old queen was in the back baking away. Her service was excellent, so we generously tipped despite the gay slurs. We split the bill 4 ways, making Eddie and Matt foot some of our drinking bill (I feel so guilty, okay maybe just a little). We had to hurry off, because I kept receiving updates from my nephew Clayton that his band was going on earlier. I think Eddie and Matt thought that was our escape plan if we weren't having a good time (Not like they didn't have their own ("Have to get home early to stuff envelopes, for Eddie's gala 50th B'day party"). We got back home so Jimmy could give a proper tour of the house, then we efficiently evicted our guests.
The GPS system (We've named her Mabel, because of the nasty way she is always saying recalculating when you don't follow her directions) said we would be arriving at the Broadway Bar in Amityville with 5 minutes to spare. We arrived to find the place spattered with teens all over the place, which left the bar wide open for us. So we slipped into our seats and awaited Clayton's Band "Last Stand". He tried to change the name to Liquid Ice, but that idea melted when they realized that was just water. We got our Bombay and Tonics and said hello to all the other Stewart's who arrived. Dizzy arrived with our niece Courtney and friend, and since she was driving them she wouldn't be drinking (which just meant we wouldn't be buying her drinks). Maureen and Debbie arrived, but Maureen scooted off quickly to set up for her filming (Maureen has become the official documentarian of the Stewart nieces and nephews). So Debbie sat along with us, and watched my sister Ellen and her husband Rich become stage parents. They set up the equipment, did the sound checks, sold their tickets (I was waiting for them to open a concession stand with T-shirts and posters). When the band came on, I scanned the crowd to see that it was mostly composed of an over 40 crowd (whose last time in a loud bar was the O.B.I. or Hammerheads). Well boy were they LOUD, and we were in the quiet seats. I saw some people turning their hearing aids off. But beyond the loudness, I really was impressed with their talent and their passion for performing. So after their 4 songs, we headed home.
We arrived home at 11:30. First, we had to check out Facebook, to see what Matt and Eddie had wrote about us (not insecure at all). It seems they had a pleasant time (Really just pleasant) with no mention of "can't wait to do it again". We need to try harder next time, because Matt and Eddie are on the in crowd of all gay social events on Long Island, so they could make us popular in a non-slutty way. We plopped into bed and watched the end of "I Remember Mama". I've made it my mission to get Jimmy into the old classics. We then were off to sleep.
Tonight is the precursor to the Academy Awards, The Golden Globes. Really it's an awards show for the 34 members of the foreign press, so they can schmooze with the Hollywood Elite of Movies and TV, but it's an awards show so I won't miss it. They mix up the awards by giving for talent (Meryl Streep for "Julie and Julia") or just because you're a really big star we want to meet (Sandra Bullock for "The Blind Side"). So I need to go press my Snuggy, get my notebook (for any blog moments), and pop my popcorn. Cocktails are a must, since the stars are drinking to (We can only hope for a Mariah Carey breakdown moment). So enjoy last night's performance by Last Stand (the incredibly handsome boy on the right is Clayton) and TaTa for now!
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