January 2008

Snarky

It was recently suggested that perhaps the sarcastic label no longer applies to me and my "I love my life" attitude. It was even suggested by my snarky comments were at an all time low. I was of course outraged at the accusations and was determined to post an entry dripping with cynicism. And I'd do just that too... if I could actually find anything to bitch about. This whole positive outlook thing is really putting a cramp in my blogging style.

Sanctuary

Bearless

I've been in a foul mood since I woke up. Some might think I'm grumpy because I've been fighting a virus for the last three weeks and while I feel so much better it's still keeping me at near death-like energy levels. Others might think I'm grumpy due to self-perpetuated never-ending change, drama and adventure in my life. Still others might surmise that my grumpiness is because this productivity addict got nothing at all done this weekend.

In truth I'm grumpy because I didn't have any gummy bears this weekend. Like all weekend. I mean, how can I be expected to function at peak hallmark level moods without my daily dose of sugar and food coloring?

The Fun I Never Had

So last week I was attacked by the evil venusian death flu that is threatening to take over the universe. The timing wasn't so great what with a killer work week and plans to fly to DC for the weekend. My battle with the cold wasn't going well so I bailed on my DC trip which left me free to take a road trip with Michael and Mike... which I also had to bailed on. That left me free to go with some fun dances in SF this weekend... that wasn't happening either so I figured I'd hang out with some friends I haven't seen in awhile...

Yeah. You getting the pattern here? Nothing people. I did absolutely nothing but fill up the coffee table with snot rags while sitting at home all by myself (cuz my men were on a road trip). Fortunately my men returned a day early so they could "wipe my feverish brow." Still, a weekend of lost opportunities doesn't make for a happy Damon.

Don't Go Changing

I've decide not to head to DC this weekend after all. I've been fighting a cold that is only getting worse. Work is requiring a lot of extra time and effort this week which leaves me no time to rest up and may mean I need to actually work the days I was planning to take off.

I know my travel quotient will be low this month. Only one trip in January. <gasp> It will also mean I will have only taken *seven* trips in the last six months. How do I even live with myself? I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this gross injustice. I'll try to make it up to you.

Improvapolooza

Tonight Angie and I went to see Improvapolooza 8 at the Kentucky Center. The Louisville Improvisors performed for the first half of the show and, while not bad, only left me mildly amused. I was worried that I'd not only wasted my money, but that my subsequent blog bitch rant would only serve to confirm my diva status. But then The Groundlings (from LA) came to the stage and rocked the house. Rather than relying on gimmicky improv games they took a few initial suggestions from the audience and then spun improvisations off each other for nearly an hour. Their humor was smart and their energy was invigorating. I found myself wanting to take each one of them home and make them my new best friends. Since the amount of spare room in my luggage was slightly lacking space for 5 mid-sized adults, I decide to release them into the wild. Fly away my precious comedy doves. Make merriment wherever you go.

Wiiiiiiiiiiiii!

I'm in Louisville and having a fun time catching up with Angie. Today I was introduced to the Ninetendo Wii for the first time and loved it. I could easily spend the rest of the trip glued to Super Mario Galaxy. Tonight we went to white trash dinner theatre complete with a buffet including fried chicken and sweet potato casserole. What the show, Murder at the Howard Johnson's, lacked in depth was certainly made up for in the lack of acting abilities by the cast. Being the "quality entertainment" diva that I am it's painful to admit that I still had a great time hanging out with Angie in what appeared to be a pace maker convention. Of course the tasty margaritas and double hit of brownie sundaes may be to blame for my fun evening. I'm still burping up hot fudge.

Uncaged

Lynne has been ~~complaining~~ commenting that I've perhaps been a little too travel happy lately. I beg to differ. It's been over two weeks since I've traveled anywhere. That's like an eternity or something. Well I'll be breaking my inordinately long vow of travel celibacy and flying off to Louisville (KY) this weekend to visit a good friend and help celebrate her birthday (she's a whole 4 months older than I am). The following weekend I'm flying to DC to visit online friends and go to a gay/leather event. They should be some fun trips. Though now that I have some delicious men to come home to I can't say that the thought of being out of town so much is as thrilling as it once was. Next time I'm dragging their cute asses with me.

Commuticable Grumpiness

Now that my daily commute involves crossing the Bay Bridge the timeliness of my arrival to work is a precarious thing. One accident on or around the bridge slows down the cog works to the point of doubling the commute. Over an hour of my morning was spent sitting in traffic with other angry drivers who suddenly felt that 'every man for himself' was the best way to approach a difficult commute. While being slowly hypnotized by the sea of brake lights ahead of me I found myself wishing I had some of my audio books with me. You know, the kind of audio books that come with large doses of valium. And a chocolate chip cookie to take the edge off. Something to have avoided the extreme grumpiness of being stuck in traffic, dealing with annoying people and being late to work.

Purge Happy

So. You know. I don't really own much stuff. Each of my moves in the last few years (and the moves have been many) has involved me getting rid of more and more stuff. I'm just not loving being bogged down by possessions and shit. Now I'm slowing moving my current possessions into my new home with my men and am still feeling like I have too much. I've already starting throwing stuff away and feel that there's lots more purging to be done. Now I've certainly gathered things in the year since I moved to SF, but even without that I think I could live with less. So here's my question: am I just addicted to purging possessions? Do I have commitment issues with the shit I buy? Can I not hold down a long term relationship with even the loveliest of bath products? Best to figure these things out now before I recklessly break the hearts of more delicate trinkets and baubles.

Appeal

–New Orleans, LA