If the Oscars is my Christmas, so then the Emmys are my Easter. So Happy Palm Sunday because the Emmy Nominations are out. The announcements at 8:30 were a must see, well not really because I slept through them, but I hear they're a must see. "Glee" received a total of 19 nominations. Who knew there were even 19 categories? I am elated to say Jane Lynch and Neil Patrick Harris are double nominees. Let's hear it for the Gays!. Lea Michele, Matthew Morrison, Kristin Chenoweth and Gay Kurt all received acting nominations. But alas Olivia Newton-John was omitted from Guest Female appearance in a Comedy. They're just jealous. And in the "It's about time" Category, Sharon Gless finally got nominated for "Burn Notice" after years of getting overlooked for "Queer as Folk". I bet you can guess where I'll be August 29th, Easter Sunday.
I got myself all dolled up for a "Cha Cha and me" day at Fire Island. Cha Cha arrived on time, but then spent 10 mins. pondering which shoes to wear; Flip Flops, Sneakers or Stiletto heels. After all the drama, we arrived at the ferries and headed off to Cherry Grove. Or so I thought! Okay we might have accidentally got on the Pines Ferry, but Cha Cha was sure that's where we going so I didn't bother to correct him. On the Ferry ride, Cha Cha mentioned that he was thinking of having a couple of friends over this weekend for a Pre-Housewarming party. I quickly accepted for myself and James and completely ignored the "I didn't mean you" look on his face! We disembarked the ferry, to sadly find that the "Blue Whale" wasn't yet open for cocktails. So we sat at the little cafe and admired all the buff boys walking around. Every God Damn one of them has a body to die for, even the Butta Boys (those are the boys with ripped bodies butta face like Medusa). Cha Cha dined on a Greek salad (He loves anything Greek, and I mean anything) and we bought ourselves 2 coronas. The beers were $15.20, and piss warm. Really! We could have bought the Mexicans who peed in the bottles for less!
Now it was time for our long trek over to Cherry Grove. We chose to skip the beach front and head through the "Meat Rack" to spare Cha Cha's shoes any sand damage. Cha Cha was talking about opening a new business of dance shoes and ear bobs (Didn't know the 2 go together). Right now the name "Head over heels" is the front runner for his new enterprise, but feel free to post if you have a better suggestion. Well being bored with his dance shoe talk, I day dreamed along till I had a revelation! We could open a Kiosk in the middle of the "Meat Rack" selling maps, Gatorade and Adult accessories for the decadent denizens that prowl the woods (If you get my drift). We could call it "Bears and Twinks and Drag Queens, Oh My!" Cha Cha is all excited about this joint venture. But the best idea was to place cameras about the woods and sell photos like theme parks do when you exit a ride. After the patrons exit the woods from their "Ride" they can opt to buy the blackmail, excuse me, photos for an overinflated price. Genius I tell you! Well that occupied our trip through the woods and we made it with our virtue intact. Okay whatever virtue we have left, Better?
At the Grove, we plopped ourselves down at the "Island Breeze" bar for the next hour awaiting the arrival of James, who is joining us for dinner. Upon his arrival, Cha Cha handed James his drink and quickly reminded him that Cha Cha was the weekday boyfriend. Well quicker then you can say "How you doing", James was searching for a dinner date. He argued 3 for dinner was bad luck, but I saw through the charade. With all that effort, he still came up empty, so just the 3 of us sat for dinner at "Top of the Bay". The restaurant was empty, which is a pity because it really is excellent. We chatted through dinner, when I surprisingly came up with a whole new whole new language, Pomedin. It's actually quite simple to learn. Just take 1 vicodin and wash it down with a pomegranate martini. Oops-a-daisy. With dinner over, we hurried for the ferry and sailed back to Sayville. We said our goodbyes to James, and Martin and I continued our weekday courtship at Blanche with Poor Pitiful Peter bartending. We stayed an hour playing the video game and headed home, of course getting stuck in construction traffic on the Northern State. While I blasted songs from the I-Pod, Cha Cha played "check out the hot guy in the car next to us" game. There are no real rules, except don't flirt with the Homophobes when you can't go anywhere. For 45 minutes Cha Cha handed out his card telling the guys to call him; . married was not a game breaker Finally we got past the construction, and I disposed of Cha Cha on his stoop and headed home.
I'll say TaTa for now and hope you enjoyed "The Misadventures of Cha Cha, Queen of the beach". Enjoy the physical remake , and not a Butta Boy in sight!
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