I'm giddy as a school girl, I actually got to spend a whole 24 hrs. with James. It has become so desperate that we have had to rendevous in Syosset at my sister's house just to reintroduce ourselves. So we will enjoy a peaceful weekend of Promises, Promises and Father's day.
We finally got to watch the final episode of Glee, which went out with a bang! Shh don't tell James I saw it already. I was a crying like a fire hydrant through the singing of "To Sir with Love" while James sat stoic; The unemotional bastard! The whole 2nd part of the season was great, so if you didn't see it, start watching the repeats. Kristin returned as April Rhodes, and her rendition of "Home" from "The Wiz" was spectacular. The Creator Ryan Murphy obviously reads my blog for inspiration, taking my suggestion of casting Idina as Rachel's mother. I thought they got rid of the drunk cameraman, but he reappeared for the final episode bouncing the camera around during scenes; Can anyone say nepotism! The only disappointing episode was Funk which was god awful, but if you need to watch it, I suggest a shot everytime they say funk; you'll be s@#t-faced by the first commercial. The truly awesome Olivia updated her "Physical" video making it as hot as ever, and really showed a hysterical bitchy side as a judge in the final episode. Glee's Michael Morrison and Lea Michele made an appearance on the Tony's, where Matthew worked his shirt until it was unable to contain him, while Lea tried out for 2012's Funny Girl. Speaking of Broadway, Ricky Martin will be starring in the upcoming revival of Evita, I thought he would make a great Eva Peron, but was disappointed to see he will be playing Che. Really?
So while I was on hiatus, Rue McClanahan passed away. I still laugh when I think that Danny Thomas is a Lesbian. Everything I know I learned from the Golden Girls. Betty White is the soul survivor, and continues a legendary career with spots on snickers commercials, Hot in Cleveland and SNL; "My muffin hasn't had a cherry in it since 1939". Meryl Streep got stiffed at the Oscars Again!!! I saw the blindside, and Sandra Bullock was wonderful, but other actress' could have done the role, but Meryl's Julia Child was beyond perfection. So there! Tom, of the Detroit Scicluna's has relocated to Denver. Just when I grew a fondness for the frozen wasteland of Detroit, I have to get used the frozen thin air of Denver. Curmudgin Paul has sunk his teeth into the Scicluna Fortune, and boy is he in for a big surprise. We haven't seen Tom for months and he is sadly missed.
We are off to Promises, Promises tonight. So we'll have a full report tomorrow. Until then TaTa for now!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
I Blog, Therefore I Am
Yes, Yes, I am back my legions of fans. Please hold the applause till the end, Thank You. I'd like to think I wasn't actually gone, but doing a Desperate Housewives and jumping into the future like the past 4 months never happened, unless I choose to do a flashback episode. Just think of me as the Gabby, sans lawn boy, of Smith St.
This past Friday, I got to dine with James, Mustang, and Artsy-Fartsy in the lovely village of Port Jefferson. We arrived 10 minutes early into the village, to then spend a half hour hunting for an open parking spot. The Village is laden with about 1,000 parking spots but everyone was taken. I phoned Mustang to find out that he and Artsy, had already parked and were sipping on their martinis. I took that well! We continued treking thorough the lots until we finally located a spot. I needed to return to the car to retrieve my glasses, and sent James ahead to announce our imminent arrival and give them a few minutes to brace for my cheery disposition. We were dining at the Fifth Season, which appeared to be a converted Victorian house. It probably was a residential house when we first started looking for parking. I found the guys at the bar funneling down their cocktails, and we were seated. Mustang had already spied the waiter, and immediately started with a verbal barrage on Jason/Justin It was fascinating to watch Mustang doing "the mating dance of the dirty martini". Dinner was adequate, but we had a beautiful view of the Village, which was good because I was never going to attempt this ride Ever Again. On the way home the 4 of us stopped at Sugar's for a cocktail, where Artsy Fartsy, feeling a little empty after the 5 course meal, devoured the free wieners (Hot dogs! you perverts!). I was queasy watching this display of gluttony, so I pried James away from his one way conversation with Jeanie and headed home.
Saturday was a day of gardening. James is the best supervisor ever, he gives 10 minute breaks every hour. That night we headed off to Port Washington to catch a dinner cruise with Miss Kitty. We were joined by James' ex Paudie, and his future ex Tangerine, the southern belle from Atlanta. We actually had filled up on so many appetizers, I had no room for the actual dinner (Where's Artsy-Fartsy when you need him?). We knew several people on the cruise so we delegated our time between them generously. We have the luckiest friends! One of our favorites was Blustering Bill, who doesn't just tell a story, He makes it an event. We sailed up the East River to New York Harbor and the Statue of Liberty. On the return trip, the dance floor was open above, but several people commented that after watching Tangerine dance, they felt a bit dirty. Seriously! We made it back to the dock, where the gang plank was now thankfully 6 feet higher. Tangerine offered to help Miss Kitty, but being so bleary eyed he assisted some poor confused senior, who despairingly attempted to explain that she wasn't Miss Kitty.
Sunday was Gay Pride Day in Huntington so we invited our bestest friends over before the parade, but when they couldn't make it, we invited the B List. We were up early prepping for Bloody Marys, Bagels and a Smear. Moe and Deb thankfully arrived early to assist with the setup. I found the best way to get gifts, is tell everyone please don't bring anything. Wine, plants and desert were overflowing by the time everyone arrived. Bucca Bill and Insatiable left early since they were part of the Blanche float. With everyone stocked up on there To Go cups of Bloody Marys and Mimosas, we set off with Omar and Chauffeur Brian in tow. Artsy-Fartsy and Mustang joined us with "Hemp" Charlie. Brian had recent knee surgery so it was daunting dragging him along without spilling our cocktails. Finally we made it the parade route but missed the Dykes with Bikes and Chicks with dicks floats. The turnout was actually very good and we clapped proudly for every group. but saved our best adulation's for Aunt M's helping hands, with "Yenta" Eddie doing his screwing the light bulb wave. Bill and Insatiable then arrived in a self propelled car, One Sec!..... Oops my error, Kevin, the incredible shrinking Bar owner was driving. Being Blanche's 25th anniversary they splurged for beads, well at least 2 sets which Brian and I dutifully caught. I may be spastic, but when there's free stuff I rise to the occasion! Tupperware's own Aunt Barbara was there also handing out free Tupperware for your medication, it's like she knew I was there. At the end of the parade, we scrambled through Heckscher Park, scouting for more free stuff. We took our raffles for the Aunt M's gift basket, which we were sure to win. Not that "Yenta" Eddie rigs it. not at all!? We headed back home after our dose of screaming Queens and Grey Flannel Lesbians. We invited the B List back to help devour the desserts that had accumulated in our fridge. Poor Brian must have misunderstood, because he supplemented his meds with more Bloody Marys. I believe he considers celery dessert. For the next hour we then discussed the sad lives of all our friends who couldn't make it back. Poor Omar was aghast that we would talk about our friends that way, and explaining that we wouldn't waste our breath on our enemies further confused him.
With James on a work trip again, I arranged a support group for Omar the tent makers guest bartending spot at Rooster's bar. Since I refuse to go dateless, I scoured the gutters till I found Blustering Bill free. Okay Cheap but not free. We arrived to find "Yenta" Eddie already parked in his seat. Cha Cha, Bucca, Teddy and Woody Galore also made appearances. We occupied the pool table until midnight, and then lost interest. Oh did I forget to mention pool was free till midnight. "Grizzly" Dean even invested in real Sambucca to mark the occasion, usually we only rate the cheap swill. After I reminded Dean of the blackmail I had on him, he was very pleased with Omar's night and if he knows what's good for him he'll hire the brat.
Wednesday was Fire Island day with Liam. Bless his heart, he was sure we were going to Ireland by boat. Mustang joined us, who Liam charmingly called Grandpa Mist. Lovelorn Lou also joined us on the excursion to the Grove. Liam was a little disappointed that only the small boat was making the trip, but livened up when he found out we going to celebrate the birthday of Helen, the Polish Lesbian. Helen was at the dock when we arrived. She was over for the week freeloading... Um I mean, visiting Chris. We sat for lunch while Liam pondered "Why is he called Helen?". I'll leave that one to his parents! After Lunch Mustang and Helen seated themselves at the Ice Castle's bar, with the bartender Todd "The Nemesis of Swamp Thing". While they reminisced over Mist and Martini's, Liam and I made our way to the beach, where we learned Uncle James is clueless in kite flying but builds a mean sand castle, where he hope's prince charming will one day sweep him off to. Oops, lost my train of thought, I was getting the vapors. Where was I, Oh yeah the beach with Liam. Lovelorn Lou then escorted Liam in a hunt for deer, which Liam thoroughly enjoyed. He even found the haunted cabana, where there are vampires and skeletons and scariest of all Drag Queens! By 4 O'clock we were spent and headed home.
Thursday was spent with Liam and shopping with Miss Kitty, leaving me longing for a quiet weekend. I can only hope. Well Tata for now, while I leave you with The Miss John's -- Olivia Newton and Elton.
This past Friday, I got to dine with James, Mustang, and Artsy-Fartsy in the lovely village of Port Jefferson. We arrived 10 minutes early into the village, to then spend a half hour hunting for an open parking spot. The Village is laden with about 1,000 parking spots but everyone was taken. I phoned Mustang to find out that he and Artsy, had already parked and were sipping on their martinis. I took that well! We continued treking thorough the lots until we finally located a spot. I needed to return to the car to retrieve my glasses, and sent James ahead to announce our imminent arrival and give them a few minutes to brace for my cheery disposition. We were dining at the Fifth Season, which appeared to be a converted Victorian house. It probably was a residential house when we first started looking for parking. I found the guys at the bar funneling down their cocktails, and we were seated. Mustang had already spied the waiter, and immediately started with a verbal barrage on Jason/Justin It was fascinating to watch Mustang doing "the mating dance of the dirty martini". Dinner was adequate, but we had a beautiful view of the Village, which was good because I was never going to attempt this ride Ever Again. On the way home the 4 of us stopped at Sugar's for a cocktail, where Artsy Fartsy, feeling a little empty after the 5 course meal, devoured the free wieners (Hot dogs! you perverts!). I was queasy watching this display of gluttony, so I pried James away from his one way conversation with Jeanie and headed home.
Saturday was a day of gardening. James is the best supervisor ever, he gives 10 minute breaks every hour. That night we headed off to Port Washington to catch a dinner cruise with Miss Kitty. We were joined by James' ex Paudie, and his future ex Tangerine, the southern belle from Atlanta. We actually had filled up on so many appetizers, I had no room for the actual dinner (Where's Artsy-Fartsy when you need him?). We knew several people on the cruise so we delegated our time between them generously. We have the luckiest friends! One of our favorites was Blustering Bill, who doesn't just tell a story, He makes it an event. We sailed up the East River to New York Harbor and the Statue of Liberty. On the return trip, the dance floor was open above, but several people commented that after watching Tangerine dance, they felt a bit dirty. Seriously! We made it back to the dock, where the gang plank was now thankfully 6 feet higher. Tangerine offered to help Miss Kitty, but being so bleary eyed he assisted some poor confused senior, who despairingly attempted to explain that she wasn't Miss Kitty.
Sunday was Gay Pride Day in Huntington so we invited our bestest friends over before the parade, but when they couldn't make it, we invited the B List. We were up early prepping for Bloody Marys, Bagels and a Smear. Moe and Deb thankfully arrived early to assist with the setup. I found the best way to get gifts, is tell everyone please don't bring anything. Wine, plants and desert were overflowing by the time everyone arrived. Bucca Bill and Insatiable left early since they were part of the Blanche float. With everyone stocked up on there To Go cups of Bloody Marys and Mimosas, we set off with Omar and Chauffeur Brian in tow. Artsy-Fartsy and Mustang joined us with "Hemp" Charlie. Brian had recent knee surgery so it was daunting dragging him along without spilling our cocktails. Finally we made it the parade route but missed the Dykes with Bikes and Chicks with dicks floats. The turnout was actually very good and we clapped proudly for every group. but saved our best adulation's for Aunt M's helping hands, with "Yenta" Eddie doing his screwing the light bulb wave. Bill and Insatiable then arrived in a self propelled car, One Sec!..... Oops my error, Kevin, the incredible shrinking Bar owner was driving. Being Blanche's 25th anniversary they splurged for beads, well at least 2 sets which Brian and I dutifully caught. I may be spastic, but when there's free stuff I rise to the occasion! Tupperware's own Aunt Barbara was there also handing out free Tupperware for your medication, it's like she knew I was there. At the end of the parade, we scrambled through Heckscher Park, scouting for more free stuff. We took our raffles for the Aunt M's gift basket, which we were sure to win. Not that "Yenta" Eddie rigs it. not at all!? We headed back home after our dose of screaming Queens and Grey Flannel Lesbians. We invited the B List back to help devour the desserts that had accumulated in our fridge. Poor Brian must have misunderstood, because he supplemented his meds with more Bloody Marys. I believe he considers celery dessert. For the next hour we then discussed the sad lives of all our friends who couldn't make it back. Poor Omar was aghast that we would talk about our friends that way, and explaining that we wouldn't waste our breath on our enemies further confused him.
With James on a work trip again, I arranged a support group for Omar the tent makers guest bartending spot at Rooster's bar. Since I refuse to go dateless, I scoured the gutters till I found Blustering Bill free. Okay Cheap but not free. We arrived to find "Yenta" Eddie already parked in his seat. Cha Cha, Bucca, Teddy and Woody Galore also made appearances. We occupied the pool table until midnight, and then lost interest. Oh did I forget to mention pool was free till midnight. "Grizzly" Dean even invested in real Sambucca to mark the occasion, usually we only rate the cheap swill. After I reminded Dean of the blackmail I had on him, he was very pleased with Omar's night and if he knows what's good for him he'll hire the brat.
Wednesday was Fire Island day with Liam. Bless his heart, he was sure we were going to Ireland by boat. Mustang joined us, who Liam charmingly called Grandpa Mist. Lovelorn Lou also joined us on the excursion to the Grove. Liam was a little disappointed that only the small boat was making the trip, but livened up when he found out we going to celebrate the birthday of Helen, the Polish Lesbian. Helen was at the dock when we arrived. She was over for the week freeloading... Um I mean, visiting Chris. We sat for lunch while Liam pondered "Why is he called Helen?". I'll leave that one to his parents! After Lunch Mustang and Helen seated themselves at the Ice Castle's bar, with the bartender Todd "The Nemesis of Swamp Thing". While they reminisced over Mist and Martini's, Liam and I made our way to the beach, where we learned Uncle James is clueless in kite flying but builds a mean sand castle, where he hope's prince charming will one day sweep him off to. Oops, lost my train of thought, I was getting the vapors. Where was I, Oh yeah the beach with Liam. Lovelorn Lou then escorted Liam in a hunt for deer, which Liam thoroughly enjoyed. He even found the haunted cabana, where there are vampires and skeletons and scariest of all Drag Queens! By 4 O'clock we were spent and headed home.
Thursday was spent with Liam and shopping with Miss Kitty, leaving me longing for a quiet weekend. I can only hope. Well Tata for now, while I leave you with The Miss John's -- Olivia Newton and Elton.
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