Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay:
white, frivolous, over sexed yet sexless, shrill, single, stylish, a clown, unimportant, et al.

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This is not an entry about my Vacation.
aka: Nico has been wasting time reading badly written slash instead of working on this site like he was supposed to.

Rather than waste energy describing just how many different ways there are to conveniently get rid of an establish girlfriend just so you can get your favorite m/m couple together, how about some highlights from the past couple of weeks instead?

By the by, this one has turned into a long 'ol thing, so just skim it or something if reading it all proves to be too much. After all, we all now know how much I love to include those random comments on things that prove to be nothing more than an excuse to stick in some very badely edited and ultimately overly long runon sentances that don't really add anything to the narrative and just end up taking up a lot of space ;-)

Wednesday 07/11/01:

After dealing with my credit union and running some other errands, John and I decided to see a movie. For assorted complicated and utterly boring reasons, we ended up seeing Cats and Dogs in a not entirely great theater in Alhambra.

The flick was amusing in a turn your brain off kind of way, which is actually all we wanted from a movie that day anyway. They showed the Harry Potter trailer and yes, I am enough of a geek boy that I thought that it was cool. There was also a teaser trailer for some odd thing called Ice Age. No idea what the deal about that was.

Friday 07/13/01:

John's sisters and the nephews were at his parents house that day, so we went down to join "em all. Vacation stories were told and the boys got only a little hyper after getting presents from John and me.

Saturday 07/14/01:

I drove down to my sister's in Orange County and visited with her and my folks and pretty much repeated the stories and presents. Well except for the hyper kids part. John was starting to feel sick and stayed home since we had plans for that night.

The plans being seeing the the L.A. Gay Men's Chorus at the Alex Theater in Glendale with Alex and Omar. The show was Simply Soundheim, Suddenly Soundheim, Shucks it's it's Soundheim? It was something like that. Although I'm not a huge Musical fan, I still enjoyed myself. More so than Omar, who was obviously bored by it all.

He seemed to have more fun playing "who's the kept boy" before the show started. It's a simple game. You just stand around a gay event and look for couple were one of the guys is much, much older than his usually good looking boyfriend. I guess you do the same at any event, though older men/ younger women couples would probably dominate every other option.

The last timewe did something with them, heads of both genders were whipping around and folks were giving themselves whiplash checking the two of them out. The same thing happened tonight. People were staring and I overheard a couple of guys saying something about handsome and underwear. They either thought Alex was very attractive and remembered him from his last underwear spread, or they thought he was very attractive and wanted to see him in his underwear, maybe both.

All the attention they were getting bothered me somewhat last time, but it didn't this time. I'm not sure what was different about my attitude this time around.

Sunday 07/15/01:

The entire day felt like when you were a young kid and it was late Sunday afternoon and you still had homework that hadn't done yet and you just wanted to keep on playing outside, but you couldn't because Monday was out there LOOMING over you. The feeling may have had something to do with the fact my vacation was essentually over and and I was due at work the next day.

Despite the Sunday Blahs, or maybe because of it, the day was largely just a lazy do nothing day. The only time even left the house was to hit the local comic book store. It's been so long since I've indulged in comics, that I didn't even know that Jill Thompson had planed on releasing Scary Godmother as a regular title. It was a pleasant surprise and I picked up the first two issues.

I also picked up the first issue of the new Dead Boy Detectives miniseries. I'm not overly found of the main characters, but the story does seem potentially interesting. We'll see.

Other than comics, nothing much happened except that John and I watched The Twilight of the Golds that night. John had picked it up on whim and I didn't even have any interest in watching it until he told me that Brendan Fraiser was in it. John ended up teasing me the entire movie, calling Mr. Fraiser my boyfriend and making jokes about how Huel Howser had better watch out 'cause he was about to be replaced. Instead of fighting back, I just lay on the couch like a slug and watched the flick.

(Side note: John will probably tease me to no end when he ever finds out that the only reason I have any interest in the new Star Trek show is because Scott Bacula will be in it ;-P )

The plot of the gold flick had to do with genetic screening and being faced with the possibility with knowing a kid will be queer before birth and what all that implies. It was an OK movie and a bit, no, very melodramatic. I doubt that I would advise anyone to go out of their way to see it. Brendan Fraiser was cute though. His character reminded me that I used to have a thing for guys with long hair when I was younger ;-)

Monday 07/16/01:

My first day back at work and a very, very, very, long day. The first phone call of the day was from a woman who asked me for the results of her pap smear. She was very uninterested when I told her the she had the wrong phone number.

Wednesday 07/18/01:

After work I hurried home where John and I scarfed down some dinner so we could hop onto the freeway to head down to John's parents house to arrive just in time for a surprise party for John's younger brother's girlfriend's daughter's birthday. Try to say that ten times quickly.

There was cake and ice cream and kids and the usual kiddie birthday party highjinks. YoungNicky is the only niece (well, she will be technically once Rosie and James finally accept the fact that they are doomed, uh destined to get married), so this party was far more "girlie" than the parties that have been held for the nephews.

Friday 07/20/01:

Kristen drove up and we did our usual meal and movie thing. The flick was Final Fantasy and it was OK. It was odd in that the "realistic" animation kept distracting me every once in a while. All the details of the character like skin, freckles, strands of hair, and the rest all looked cool individually, but it didn't quite all add up to a "real" person, so when someone turned a certain way and did look like an actual living person for half a second, it pulled me out of the story. Not that there was much story/plot, but whatever.

During dinner, we had one of our rambling conversations that make people stare at us and occasionally scare straight folks. I don't remember why we were talking about it, but for some reason we started talking about fitness magazines at one point. Mainly how some of 'em are little more than soft porn for closeted gay boys too freaked out to buy the real stuff. Actually, I think it had something about a fellow employee saying something like "what do mean gay guys buy this? There's a woman on the cover for pete's sake. Look, she's standing right next to that nearly naked man in the speedo staring straight into the camera and not bothering to look at her at all."

Ok, that's not quite the actual quote, but I'm sure it was something like that.

Only other thing 'bout dinner was that towards the end I headed to the restroom and passed the bar, which is where two employees (a very gay boy and straight gal) were having a serious heart to heart type conversation.

Right as I passed them, he told her that he had to learn how to love himself first, before he could love anyone else, didn't he? It took an amazing amount of willpower on my part not to burst out laughing.

Saturday 07/21/01:

The day passed far to quickly, because there is nothing that shortens a day like having an event that you don't want to go to that night and there no event not worth going to like a co-workers wedding. The overwhelming joy of being stuck at a table with everyone you work with, or even better, the privilege of getting stuck at the "left over" table where they stick the odds n' ends of the guest list. What could be better?

The wedding wasn't that bad and I wasn't actually dreading it as much as I was just not really in a mood to go out that night. I guess I was practicing being a curmudgeon or something.

The shindig was at the Universal Hilton, meaning that the views were great and the traffic horrendous. Nothing like trying to go to a hotel that's right next to a tourist trap/shopping center/movie plex/concert hall/monster thing on a Saturday night.

Denise (the co-worker in question) made a great looking bride and she managed to not trip on whatever was on the floor that made every other member of the wedding party stumble as they made it up to the stage thingy the hotel had put up for the ceremony.

The most impressive deal at the wedding was that Denise's sister had folded a thousand paper cranes using gold paper, then arranged it all into the kanji for Denise's new hubby's family name. Impressive is a bit of an understatement.

Sunday 07/22/01:

Sunday was the day that John saw Hedwig and the angry Inch with some friends of his (he liked it a lot) and I stayed home and wasted the day reading actual books (as opposed to the wacky slash fiction I made reference to in the title of this overly long and drawn out entry). It was also the start of a snippy annoying fight between me and John. We haven't quite made up with each other yet, but considering the way these things usually work out, we should be back to our usual annoyingly, happy, married for freaking forever, gay, poster boy couple (as somebody once called us) selves fairly soon.

More later

nico

(oh, I WILL have my vacation entries up by the this weekend)

(well, at least the first part of the trip anyway)

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