Where oh where has the time gone? Actually 9 Months later and I've only just recovered from Cha Cha's house warming party. So we shall continue on with my Alzheimer's intact and discuss my weekend. I can see you're on the edge of your seats. By the way on the 16th, James and I met at The Actor's Studio 9 years ago, so we appreciate all the Anniversary cards we didn't get, but you will be able to redeem yourselves on April 10th, which is the date of our first date at RS Jones (Money is always acceptable though not necessary).
After recovering from a vicious intestinal infection all week, Yes that must have put a lovely picture in your head. I was up and about on Friday to do my "Primping with Miss Kitty" day. After my chores were complete, I was looking forward to a restful weekend with James.
The highlight of the weekend was to be a Party in Kew Gardens at one of our newest friends, Scott. We had actually only met Scott once after being invited to dinner by his "Fag Hag" Eileen. The four of us had a lovely dinner and did the "We have to do this again sometime". Who would have thought they would take us literally. So Saturday night we drove in to Queens to be quickly reminded that it is the city of Parking Nightmares! We got false hope when we saw a church emptying out around the corner, but that bubble burst quickly when we realized it was an Orthodox Temple. We then saw one of the members walking quickly constantly looking over his shoulder. Boy, I can spot a sinner a mile away. Sure enough the "Not So Orthodox" Jew had parked his car 3 blocks away, which we promptly took . We arrived fashionably late to find that Eileen wasn't even attending the party, so other then meeting Scott once, we knew not a sole. It was a roomful of teachers, their spouses and a gaggle of gays (some who were also teachers). We had a very pleasant evening and after several cocktails the straights went home and the gays were friendlier. Except for Ramon, who could easily be cast as the annoying neighbor upstairs and he wouldn't even have to act. What a bitchy Queen he was, and ball less also. He waited till guests left to start tearing them to pieces. He was like a Pavlov Dog, hearing the click of the door and Arf, Arf, Arf. Okay More Bowsie-Wowsie.
I was a man on a mission at the party, We hadn't even a clue whats Scott's name was. Hard to send a Thank-You note to "What's-his-name" in 2F. So I ever so politely rifled through his drawers in the bedroom, and what should I find directly under his Battery-operated appliances but Address labels. Doesn't everyone keep them next to each other in the night stand?. So I quickly affixed one of the labels to my GPS unit and rejoined the party. I was sure before we got home, I was going to lose the GPS and someone would mail it back to Scott, but thankfully that didn't happen. As the night wound down, Scott and the teachers started talking shop when one of them mentioned a particular school. We stated that our friend "Yenta" Eddie worked there. Well of course, he knew Eddie. Everyone knows Eddie! More people at this party knew Eddie then us. It's like 3 degrees of Gay Sodium-Free Bacon (Say it fast and you get Sodomy free, which also works).. We were now incredulous that Eddie was more popular, so we left. We got very warm hugs leaving, but I sensed it was a more "Thank God" then "nice meeting you". We certainly didn't make the mistake of saying "We have to do this again sometime"! We drove quickly home, Face booked Eddie on how he ruined our life, Wrote out the Thank-You and removed the sticker from the GPS.
We slept late and headed in to Huntington for Brunch (More like Linner) at Cassis. The Bloody Mary's were weak, but the Food was excellent. Then of course being Gays, we went shopping and got our Starbuck's before heading home. James then headed to Merrick so he could get his luggage and pack up for the morning off to Seattle and then Atlanta, So what ever happens on Long Island stays on Long Island "Or Else!!"
I have been devouring books on the kindle. I kind of hope for a wait at the doctor's office or the car service area so I can clip off a few chapters. I highly recommend Tabatha Coffey's "It's Not Really About The Hair". I have been addicted to her show, "Salon Takeover", and literally wait for someone to screw up. Yet it is Tabatha's brash honesty that makes it a "how to" for any service orientated business (Hint Hint Cha Cha). Her book is no different it's a positive direct account of her upbringing and how she chose to take every experience in to a constructive one.
Tata for now, who knows when I'll be back.
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