We survived Aunt Barbara's Tupperware extravaganza or as she says "The Plastic Crap Party". She was more than we could have expected. She was slightly crude, very knowledgeable and just a little flirtatious. We met "Zaydeh" Eddie and Teddy Bear Matt at the The Long Island Gay and Youth center in Bay Shore. Eddie is on the board for Auntie M's Helping Hands, which supports gay people without hands. No, really just Long Island Gay causes, but I'm sure Eddie's kvetching thinking of the poor hand less people who can't wipe their own asses. I think Aunt Barbara was flirting with Mr. Riepe calling him "her tall bowl of lentil soup". Hey, if it gets us free Tupperware, I am all for it. But sadly all the free gifts were rigged going to all the board members or their family. Even "Zaydeh" Eddie won free tissues, Oy. After the presentation, we placed our order (Can anyone say Cha Cha's housewarming gift) and scurried off to Sugars. Jimmy finally got to meet the Boss and Jeanie. They were very warm and friendly, but Jimmy didn't fall for it. Actually Jimmy hit it off with both of them, but said Jeannie wasn't what he expected. No not in a bad sense, but said Italian Spitfire probably suited her (better than the words I used). We were home by 11:30 and safely asleep by 12:30, so we could rest up for Mr. Riepe's Christmas present "A Little Night Music" starring Ms. Angela Lansbury and Ms. Catherine Zeta Jones.
As I was previously saying the Grammys and Pool Night were a mild success. On Grammys night this mess of a women named Stacey was hanging all over my mother. I got to say you never know which way it will go. But Mary was cordial and friendly while Stacey talked about her 4 Children who are staying with Family (If Child Protective services is Family). Cha-Cha and Chauffeur Brian stopped in just while dizzy and parents were leaving, I was terribly afraid they'd stay for another.
Poor Poor Brian blew out his knee skiing. He totally wiped out on the The Little Princess hill, leaving behind him a skid marks of Jose Cuervo, Brian said he was skiing with the "Ex" (I would of thought skiing was a Euphemism, but Brian has pictures of the ski patrol carting him away; Not that they can't be staged). And Yes as of January 31st, Cha Cha is a Home owner. He bought a lovely estate on the grounds of Huntington Station. A House, Captain Morgan and Sambucca bottles, He is now set for life. I visited B.B.&B.(Bed Bath and Beyond) in Westbury this past Friday to do my regular stalking of Teddy Bear Eddie, but he was no where to be found so I bought new towels for the upstairs bathroom. I had 30 20% off coupons, so I went wild. We chose Port and Pewter as the colors of the master bathroom, to go with the Creme Bordeaux Granite. It looks fabulous and will certainly be the colors of 2010.
Well on to SAG's and the Oscar Nominations. Sag honored Glee (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) as best Comedy ensemble Cast, so they are not totally clueless. They also continued the roll of Mo'Nique (for Precious) and Christopher Waltz (for Inglorious Bastards), making the Best supporting actor awards an extremely boring category this year. The Best Actor award when to Jeff Bridges for "Crazy Heart" and then to Sandra Bullock for "the Blind Side' What? Yes Sandra Bullock for "the blind side". Did they miss Julie and Julia? Are they on the blind side of acting skills? Yes, Sandra put in a very Erin Brokovich type of performance and I truly do adore her but Seriously? Since the SAG voters are almost identical to the Oscar voting body, this seems a forgone conclusion unless Hollywood comes off their self indulgent botox comas and realize what talent is. Aunt Meryl has 2 Oscars Best supporting for "Kramer vs. Kramer" and actress for "Sophie's choice" back in 1982 (that's 28 yrs ago) since then she has racked up nominations for Silkwood, Out of Africa, The Bridges of Madison County, The Devil wears Prada (which she was up against Hellen Mirren" for "The Queen", so they got that right), and Doubt. I don't know what they drink in Cal-A-forn-I-a, but tell me there was anyone that could have done a better job, and shouldn't that be the criteria of reinventing Julia Child or Blond wig, southern accent, pushy broad. As for best picture Star Trek was left off the 10 nominees, but the inclusion of "District 9" as best sci-fi horror, and "UP" from Pixar gives deserving films a well deserved nod. But once again "The Blind Side" over "Invictus", come on people just because the medical Marijuana is legal doesn't require you to smoke it while balloting! (I could be wrong, I've never read the eligibility requirements). So it seems to be a battle of the Exes, James Cameron for "Avatar" and Kathryn Bigelow for "The Hurt Locker". Though I've heard from a reader that the "Hurt Locker" was crap, since he is not a follower like the chosen six, I weigh his criticism with mock enthusiasm (plus he was brought up in Pittsburgh and now lives in Jersey, need I say more).
Okay that's enough for now so I'll just let you ponder how the Oscars can better your life. Here's "Total Eclipse of the heart" from Bonnie Tyler, which I adored during my camp counseling days. Then I got to see the very hot yet inane video and loved it even more. Well they've rewritten the words to be a literal translation of the video, so enjoy and Tata for now.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
To Blog or Not to Blog, That is the Question!
Obviously the answer for the past 2 weeks has been Not to Blog. So Hi there deprived and depraved readers, and we'll get right into it. We have so much to cover from the Family Dinner, the Grammys, The Oscar Nominations and my so called life.
The Family dinner was a huge success. For Christmas, we gave everyone gift certificates for the Galleria with the intention we would use them for a nice anniversary dinner for my parents. With 7 of the 8 siblings in attendance, plus the parents, we were already busting at the seams. But with it being Jimmy's Father's first birthday since his passing, we asked Miss Kitty and Tom to join us. We arrived to have almost everyone seated, except Richard and Katie who were still searching for their gift certificate. It was certainly one loud and enjoyable evening. With so much talking going on, poor Miss Kitty didn't have time to dwell on Joe's passing. She spent too much time in amazement that so many conversations could possibly go on at once, with certain people involved in 2 or 3 of those conversations at once. Everyone got along well, until the conversation of the gifts Jimmy and I gave for Christmas. It seems "The Coven" believes we were overly generous with certain people (obviously not them). I got the gist that they were going to form a committee that from now on screen oour gifts. Well, Jimmy and I considered their advice and dismissed it quickly, especially when the final bill came and only a select few offered to help with the difference.
During last week, I received a phone call from a some Wacko looking for his girlfriend Betty. I informed him that I was the only person here and had no clue who Betty was. That didn't sit well with him, because he knew I was doing her. Really? When I said he sounded just like the Lady in "Chicago" that says "You've been screwing the milkman", it so went over his head. I let him rant, and informed him he was totally wrong. But that didn't dissway him. So I asked what he looked like, and when I was generally impressed with his answer, I informed him that the only way to get even was for him to sleep with me too. The next sounds were Click and Dial tone. Guess he finally believed me. Some stuff I can't even make up.
I had the pleasure of doing a double bartending nite. So I worked last Sunday for the Grammys. I pulled in a decent crowd, except those who had WWE wrestling, or had pre-alzheimer amnesia. I didn't really get to watch much of it, except the opening number of Lady Gaga and Lady Elton John. Other the wanting to electrocute that whole Emcee thing, I was wild over the number. They really meshed together great. I already have downloaded the song and video from ITunes. All the seats were filled until the Michael Jackson Earth number. One of the customers brought in enough 3D glasses for everyone. After that number I lost half the crowd, when my parents and Dizzy walked in. I have to be very grateful for my life, since I don't think anyone else has worked in a gay bar and had his parents and 4 siblings stop in and visit. But enough with the grateful, since customers were clearly smitten with Mom and Dad. My mother even offered to dance on the stripper pole. I reminded her that I had enough trauma from my childhood, and did need any setbacks in my therapy sessions. I was at least lucky enough to be heavily medicated that night, due to my back pain, so I was completely sober yet still hazy about the whole night.
Monday night I continued my drug induced bartending. I had my back brace on for support, which also has the added plus of tucking in the tummy. We had started league pool night, and I was promoting myself by buying the first drink. It made for a real decent night, and I learned how to make Jaeger Bombers from the straight pool team. I was able to sweep my pool games and we took our tournament 3 out of 5. See what properly balanced medication can do.
I will have to continue my updates tomorrow because we are off to Aunt Barbara's Tupperware party benefiting Auntie M's helping hands. So I will have to continue this tomorrow morning. Enjoy Lady Gaga and Star Trek and Tata for now.
The Family dinner was a huge success. For Christmas, we gave everyone gift certificates for the Galleria with the intention we would use them for a nice anniversary dinner for my parents. With 7 of the 8 siblings in attendance, plus the parents, we were already busting at the seams. But with it being Jimmy's Father's first birthday since his passing, we asked Miss Kitty and Tom to join us. We arrived to have almost everyone seated, except Richard and Katie who were still searching for their gift certificate. It was certainly one loud and enjoyable evening. With so much talking going on, poor Miss Kitty didn't have time to dwell on Joe's passing. She spent too much time in amazement that so many conversations could possibly go on at once, with certain people involved in 2 or 3 of those conversations at once. Everyone got along well, until the conversation of the gifts Jimmy and I gave for Christmas. It seems "The Coven" believes we were overly generous with certain people (obviously not them). I got the gist that they were going to form a committee that from now on screen oour gifts. Well, Jimmy and I considered their advice and dismissed it quickly, especially when the final bill came and only a select few offered to help with the difference.
During last week, I received a phone call from a some Wacko looking for his girlfriend Betty. I informed him that I was the only person here and had no clue who Betty was. That didn't sit well with him, because he knew I was doing her. Really? When I said he sounded just like the Lady in "Chicago" that says "You've been screwing the milkman", it so went over his head. I let him rant, and informed him he was totally wrong. But that didn't dissway him. So I asked what he looked like, and when I was generally impressed with his answer, I informed him that the only way to get even was for him to sleep with me too. The next sounds were Click and Dial tone. Guess he finally believed me. Some stuff I can't even make up.
I had the pleasure of doing a double bartending nite. So I worked last Sunday for the Grammys. I pulled in a decent crowd, except those who had WWE wrestling, or had pre-alzheimer amnesia. I didn't really get to watch much of it, except the opening number of Lady Gaga and Lady Elton John. Other the wanting to electrocute that whole Emcee thing, I was wild over the number. They really meshed together great. I already have downloaded the song and video from ITunes. All the seats were filled until the Michael Jackson Earth number. One of the customers brought in enough 3D glasses for everyone. After that number I lost half the crowd, when my parents and Dizzy walked in. I have to be very grateful for my life, since I don't think anyone else has worked in a gay bar and had his parents and 4 siblings stop in and visit. But enough with the grateful, since customers were clearly smitten with Mom and Dad. My mother even offered to dance on the stripper pole. I reminded her that I had enough trauma from my childhood, and did need any setbacks in my therapy sessions. I was at least lucky enough to be heavily medicated that night, due to my back pain, so I was completely sober yet still hazy about the whole night.
Monday night I continued my drug induced bartending. I had my back brace on for support, which also has the added plus of tucking in the tummy. We had started league pool night, and I was promoting myself by buying the first drink. It made for a real decent night, and I learned how to make Jaeger Bombers from the straight pool team. I was able to sweep my pool games and we took our tournament 3 out of 5. See what properly balanced medication can do.
I will have to continue my updates tomorrow because we are off to Aunt Barbara's Tupperware party benefiting Auntie M's helping hands. So I will have to continue this tomorrow morning. Enjoy Lady Gaga and Star Trek and Tata for now.
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