Up To The Minute

Well, Miss Patti begged off shopping as well. I am beginning to believe she is avoiding me. Actually, I know she's not feeling all that well. It's a shame, she missed a spectacular day outside. I walked down the world famous Atlantic City Boardwalk to pick up my serfs wages for the time spent on Lord Studio Six's lands. I did some visiting throughout the city and was just loving the fact that I only needed a light jacket and a T-shirt. Very nice. Very nice, indeed! I know we are going to suffer for this nice November weather, that's why I am enjoying it while can. There's tropical storm "whatever" out in the Atlantic Ocean, and this island has been pretty lucky as of late. The last big hurricane to hit here was in the sixties. And now they are saying next year may be just as bad. Sorry New Orleans but, you ain't got nuttin left, here's hopin' they stay in the Gulf. Gott in Himmel!

I have not a thing to do until Friday. I am really hating this. I need to get another job. The idle mind is the Devil's workshop and believe me, Satan gets a hold of me and all hell breaks loose. Luckily I haven't many coins to my name or I could really get in trouble. Oh, who am I kidding, I can get in to a whole heap o' trouble on less than the pocket lint I am currently holding on to.

There are a few movies I wish to see but, that would mean a bus ride to the nearest TowneTooMany or Googleplex. I hate the local buses, especially the ones throughout South Jersey. I may just have to convince someone to take me to the cineplex.

It's time to get my winter garments out of the attic and switch out my seasonal clothes. That will take all of twenty minutes, then we'll see what other shenanigans I can get into!

The Aftermath Or Plans Within Plans

Yesterday was spent cleaning, that is, after I recovered from the weekend. I slept forever and didn't get up until nine at night. I didn't have much to do, just the turkey carcass and a few lingering glasses and ashtrays and some of the serving trays. None of us smoke in the penthouse so, one cigarette in an ashtray is quite the stink maker. My flatmates didn't seem to see the need to help me clean this mess up and left if for me all day and most of the evening. Very nice of them. I will say that Mommie Dearest helped with some of the dishes at one point but La Chunk's contribution seemed to be to make sure all of his boxes and suitcases of clothing were put back out in the dining room, again! Luckily I had gotten most of it done right after the party so there wasn't too much lying about. When I was taking out the refuse, I saw a light up Santa and reindeer lawn ornament right out the door to our penthouse. Mommie Dearest struck again! So, in a fit of mischief, I put the Santa in our hallway to our bedrooms and plugged it in as a night light. A very bright red and white night light! Ain't I a stinker? I can't wait to hear the feedback about this latest prank.

Miss Patti begged off of our usual gym date last night. I wasn't happy about that but, I didn't argue. It was rather windy and rainy out. She and I are going shopping today, although I literally have not one dollar to my name right now. Before the party I had paid a few lingering bills and then funding the party cost me every last cent I had on hand. Ugh! I do get paid today and I didn't pick up my check last week so I have two miniscule paychecks to tide me over until Friday. And I just recently found out we are going to get paid every two weeks now. I HATE THAT PAY SCHEDULE! I really do. It's bad enough I only make three dollars an hour and claiming so much in tips eats away most of that in taxes but now, I have to wait every two weeks to get this pittance. Bloody hell!

Time to ring up Harrah's and get that 401K I never knew I had and see about getting my taxes done from last year. I am thinking, and I may be wrong but, they don't penalize you when you get a refund.

At least, that's what I am hoping.

The Tale Of The Alternate Thanksgiving (R)

After working through the weekend (and it was hell this weekend, let me tell you) I had to get the penthouse ready for our Alternate Thanksgiving.
I got up around two to finish up the cleaning and get the serving bowls out and the kitchen prepped for the food that would be arriving at six. All of that took longer than expected, of course. My flatmates were busy little bees and actually removed their things from the dining room and the laundry area on Sunday and Monday. I actually had another table in the laundry room to put the overflow dishes and what-not and didn't have to use washer and dryer, like last year. I also had to de-Santa-fy the house. Mommie Dearest got into a frenzy of decorating, not as much as years gone by but, more than I like and a bit on the tacky side. I let it stay until he left, right before my guests arrived, then I went about and put the stuffed Snoopy Santa and the tacky Santa Frogs and the other horrors he placed about the penthouse in more discreet places.

Like drawers. And closets.

I finally got everything together and set up the dining room table but, I hadn't cleaned the smaller bathroom so, as I was taking my shower, I was cleaning it at the same time. It's quite a testament to me to be able to shave and scrub a toilet simultaneously!

Lemon Fresh Joy and Morgan Wells arrived as I was showering. The latter was in charge of the nibbly-bits so he had to get everything put out before the rest of the guests arrived. Luckily they brought supplies for pomegranate cosmopolitans since Miss Tene decided to come late, and she was in charge of the liquor.

After a bit of a wait, and believe it or not, I was making cocktails but not partaking, the other guests started to come and the party got in full swing. I had a great idea, I set out my birthday book, and made everyone sign it under their birthday so I had a guestbook and their birthdays at the same time. Most of the time was spent on the phone and running up and down the three flights of steps to open the door for guests and making drinks, even though half the people there are bartenders. For some reason (they said something about me being the host or some other nonsense) I had to make the libations. Go figure! I coordinated the cleanup of the first course and the placement of the main courses which ran the gamut of culinary delights. A delicious turkey, which Miss Patti cooked in a bag so it came out very moist, a ham that was spicy and delicious, lasagna made by the loving hands of Joy, homemade perogies that Luap's lovely wife brought. We also had pizza, brought by Dorian and plenty of other dishes and trimmings. Believe me, no one went home hungry. Most especially after the desserts, consisting of three pumpkin pies, an orange flavoured bundt cake (Darrin and his new boyfriend), cherry cheese cake, apple-pecan pie, tiramisu (Miss Patti) and holiday cookies (brought by Little Jose).

After this gutbusting feast, we all sat around and watched videos of past shows. It was a scream. I had forgotten about a fashion show we did that I had a video tape of. Miss Patti's design house, Black Coffin Designs, threw a fashion extravaganza at the club many years ago. The reason we needed to watch it again was because Miss Tene looked VERY different at this time of...ahem...her life and most of the guests had never seen him...oops...her looking like that. Plus the fact that she fell off her shoes during her walk down the catwalk. It was a scream! To be fair, I showed a video of myself at Revival in one of my first shows ever, hairy armpits and all. It was many moons ago and I was still a raw talent. I will say that everyone agreed that I look pretty much the same (although I do shave, now), considering that a few at the party weren't even born when that particular footage was filmed. That sucks!

Johanna and Fernando and Big Jose had to go and open the club for Latin Night. The rest of us stayed and drank and ate even more. Dorian helped me with the dishes, he's so damn sweet and we laughed and chatted until Fernando rang and suggested we come to the club to see the show. I finished packing everything up into the fridge and off we went to the Studio Six to have even more fun. By now, I had started to imbibe and was feeling very little pain. Coupled with the turkey coma and the fact I had very little sleep on my Coma Monday, the liquor went right to my head. We had fun, the show was...the show (Lady Labelle read for filth another drag queen, someone we all rather dislike, it was too, too!) and as I was talking to Joey G., I realized I was done for the evening. Maybe it was when he asked me if I was trashed? I was, very! I turned to Miss Patti and asked, in a slurring voice, to take me home.
I was barely out of my party clothes when I passed out, with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.

After the dinner, while we were watching the videos, Miss Tene called for a shot and a toast. Of course, I was asked to make both! In my toast I said that Thanksgiving was a time to be with your family but, so many there couldn't be among their families. And that it was so great to be together now, surrounded by friends because, friends are the family you pick, not the one you are born into, so here's to my family of friends.

Once again, I feel so lucky to have such blessings in my life.

It was a wonderful night.

See You On Monday

I just got back from the gym, it's twenty-three degrees fahrenheit out. I am so glad I didn't look at the temperature before I went. It was cold but, not windy. I had a great workout, upping the weights again. My sister was suprised at the way I looked. I am getting too damn obsessed if I am willing to walk two miles to and from the gym. A few days ago, a good friend of mine asked me to spot him on a bench press. When he lifted the weight, the iron bar bent a little, he was benching three hundred and sixty pounds! Like I really could have done anything if he lost control. Jeesh! I was pretty much just moral support. That's about all I could do.
By the way, that's two of me. I am one eighty now.

Luckily the weather is warming up over the weekend. Miss Patti has to work again tomorrow so I will be hoofing it there again.
I have to figure out what I am wearing and get ready for work.

The Big Sweep!

I cleaned to-day. Even more. The living room and the dining room (except for the bit along the wall, see the entry below: Help Wanted--Inquire Within) are now "cleansed". I did a bit in the kitchen and my room. Then it's just the bathroom and I am done until Monday, just a touch up here and there before the guests arrive. Last year was spent cleaning most of the penthouse on Monday and I vowed not to do that again! Side note to Stacy: The bar is done and set up. I am waiting...

I am now going to go to the gym. I have to walk since Miss Patti has to work tonight. Ugh! I will be sure to bundle up like Kenny on South Park. After that, I will get a few more things done and then off to work at Babes Gentleman's Club. Hopefully everyone will be full of holiday cheer and spread a little my way!

I forgot to mention that my cousin Eric is coming up with a few buddies soon and I am going to take him on the town. This will be quite the occasion since I used to go out clubbing with his MOTHER, forchrissakes! That's just...nuts!

Giving Thanks (R)

I had a wonderful time.

I woke up around eight in the morning, after getting to bed around three. I ate a quick breakfast and got ready, fussing over what to wear but, deciding on a simple warm sweater and jeans since I was traveling quite a distance. I made it to the Atlantic City rail terminal and hopped on the train to the wonderful 30th Street Station. I have always loved this train station, very grand and open, a beautiful entranceway for such a great city. I bided my time with a little shopping, had a bit fo coffee and snapped some pictures, fearing the police would grab me an confiscate my camera and detain me as a terrorist casing the station for a future attack. It's a shame that we have to live under armed guard and constant suspicion but, I suppose it's the price we pay for "freedom".

My Mother and step-Father and Betty, his Mother finally came to get me, late, as usual. That's a trait I share with her. She and I will be late for our funerals. Guaranteed. I wasn't concerned, I knew she would be. I simply occupied myself watching everyone hustle to and from the trains and imagining their lives. It's a game I play to pass the time, I make up stories about people I see in public places, sometimes long involved tales of their lives.

The weather was rather nice. We got under way driving down to Maryland to see my Aunt Janet, who I have written about at length in the Cafe before. She moved to a rather rural area of the state, which, for a city boy like myself, is a bit of a shock. I am talking barns. Silos. Fields. Windmills. Cows. It was another planet as far as I am concerned. Hell, you could barely get mobile phone service. But, it is also where part of my family lives and I was very glad to be there among my kith and kin .

It was great to see everyone, my cousin Dawn and her three children, Tara, Eric and Amy. My sister, Danielle and her boyfriend, Mark. My Aunt Janet and Uncle Jerry. My Mother and Barry and Betty. I enjoyed meeting some new people, my cousin's boyfriend and another friend of hers. It was a great time. My cousin Eric is studying to become a sommelier and he chose the wines for before and during dinner, teaching us about the regions and the process of winemaking. It was very nice. Tara told me of her medical schooling. I caught up with Dawn, she and I have always had a special bond. I miss her so. I was asked if there was anyone special in my life, and what I have been doing these past few years that I couldn't make it to Thanksgiving dinner. It was your typical family gathering, I am sure it was repeated everywhere in the country. It was wonderful.

At one point, I did have a moment of reflection outside, as the winds were bringing in the Alberta clipper. I looked up to the heavens. The sky was so dark. Blacker than black. And the stars and planets were so amazing to see. Big and bright. Shining like precious stones with an inner fire. I wanted to reach up and gather them together, and give them to the precious members of my family. It was simply beautiful.

So beautiful.

Dinner was done and the cleanup began. Then coffee and dessert and after dinner drinks. We sat some more, talking and laughing, and laughing and talking. Sitting close and touching each other on the hand, or shoulder, or reaching out for an impromptu hug. It's a small family but loving. I feel safe and loved among them.

Sadly, it came time for goodbyes. We all had to go and get back to doing what we need to do. Our lives have an unfortunate habit of tearing us away from these special moments. I treasure them like those stars I saw in the evening sky.

My sister and Mark gave me a ride home. I slept, as I am want to do when I get in a car. I call it "car quiet". I usually pass out in less than a minute. I woke up in Northfield, not far from Atlantic City. I stopped over my Father's for a moment and then braced myself for the walk home. It may only be three blocks but, with the clipper in full arctic blast, it felt like miles. Now, here I sit, thinking over the day's events, full and content. Both with food and the good feeling of being with my family.

Here's hoping Thanksgiving Day found you in the arms of loved ones.

I have so much to be thankful for. I am truly blessed.

Where's Mary Bleepin' Poppins When You Need Her?

I am taking a short break. Just cleaning the front window area with all the shelves and plants and knicknacks and dead plant material and various and sundry dirt buildup, is taking it's toll. UGH! It's not like anyone will look at these things up close or in daylight. Oh well, it needed to be done. The end tables and coffee table and under the couch cushions were also done. Now it's on to the small bathroom, then I have to get ready to go to my Father's home for a little visit. Friday is another day and I hope to tackle the dining room and my bedroom. Monday will be the kitchen area.

My Mother rang in a panic, I was going to go to center city Philadelphia tonight and stay overnight so I would be there in the morning to get a ride to Maryland. I changed my plans and told everyone but her. I got so into my cleaning spree, I totally forgot. I quickly jumped to the NJTransit site and told her when I would be at the train station, waiting to be collected. She can now sleep soundly.

I cooked a quick boxed chili and it blew up all over the microwave. Nice. Like I needed another bloody thing to clean! Ugh!

Back to work!

Help Wanted--Inquire Within

I am not getting as much done as I want to. It's a daunting task and I am a bit overwhelmed. I really should just hire a housekeeper. That would just save me the trouble of doing it all myself. My flatmates are no help. La Chunk is in Philadelphia until after Thursday which means the clothing that is stopping up the works in the laundry area will continue to stop up the works (not just what's in the actual machines but what is all over the folding table and hanging on the garmet rack). And Mommie Dearest is currently napping and when she awakes, she'll be getting ready for work which means, the items you see above that are stacked wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling will be going nowhere, fast! I am doing the things I can, like washing the rugs from the kitchen floor, I fixed the toilet in the green bathroom, I am taking everything off the dining room table and putting away (read: In Super Chunk's room because it's all his), I took out Chunkie's air conditioner and I am trying to tackle the living room, which is a horror of Faux Oriental, Mommie Dearest's favourite milieu. I hate all the little statues of Buddah and geishas and crap lying about collecting dust. UGH!
I have to drink the rest of this pot of joe and get my ass in gear for the task ahead!

CALGON take me away!

Put It To Bed, Dear.

Are we still going on about the banner ads over on AOL?
I mean, it's been how long now?
They are here to stay and that's not really a suprise, if you had thought about it. I did. That's why I gave it until this past weekend. I am moving on. Yes, I am still doing the AOL Cafe. Yes, it will remain private. Yes, this entry won't be repeated over there.

I just finished watching the American Music Awards. I loved the Eurythmics. Annie Lennox is a goddess! The Rolling Stones didn't impress me. Neither did Cedric. I thought he was a bit out of his element and seemed a bit stiff. Lot's of lip-synching. Are you a dancer or a singer? Are you getting an award for song sales or dance moves? So, why are you dancing live and singing fake? I mean, if they want to give out awards to lip-synching artists, I am one of the best in the business and I have made quite a career out of it before I switched to bartending. I'll get up there and show you how it's done!

I went to dinner. I am still digesting the meal so I will write about it later. Yes, they showed up.

I was very happy.

I have to get myself together for the gym. Miss Patti is under orders to come and get me. I need to go to the gym if I am going to survive this week of eating rich, delicious foods. And with the weather getting so chilly, I won't be doing my walks quite as much. She had the nerve to drop off a test batch of homemade tiramisu. I will kill her! It's bad enough I will be eating it next Monday but now I have a whole mess of it in my icebox.

Dinner Plans? (R)

I am a total idiot. Really, I am.

I am actually contemplating going to dinner with Phil, my asswipe of a friend that stood me up many times before (see: Alone Again, Naturally) and his girlfriend. I totally forgot that Rose asked me on Saturday and now today, they are both text messaging me about it.
If, and this is a huge IF, I go, THEY are definitely paying. And I am ordering big ticket items!

Yesterday's Forecast: Rain And Tears (R)

Poor Bank of America. I'll bet they didn't see all this happening. Stupid bastards! So many of the journals have raked them over the coals like nobody's business, mostly because they had the unfortunate position of being the first of the hated banner ads. I almost feel sorry for the billion dollar gorilla.

Almost.

I didn't write about it then but, I was an emotional wreck yesterday. Don't ask me why. I think it's just because I was still exhausted from the weekend. Having to squeeze so much work in three days can be a bit draining. And before the naysayers start bitching and moaning about the fact that I am just making cocktails, and pretty much getting paid for partying, remember how you feel after one evening out on the town. Now, you go out for a few hours, I average thirty hours in three days, that's thirty hours of being in a nightclub. That's a whole lotta time out. And not only am I making drinks, I am putting up with a whole lot of drunks and crackheads and trying to eek out a dollar or two while I am at it. Yes, I do, on occasion, make a nice tip, and the job is definitely worth the effort but, the toll on my body, and this week my psyche, can be a bit steep. Those in the service industry can relate, you have to be "on" the whole time because everyone wants you to be the entertainer as well as the barkeep. If you don't, you don't make any money. Or any real money.

Which brings me to my emotional state yesterday. I was a nut. I am laying about on the couch, watching this and that when The Ellen DeGeneres Show came on. She's in New York City this week. She had the cast of the upcoming movie Rent on and they sang "Seasons of Love". Well, by the time I heard the first few piano notes, I was bawling my eyes out. Not ten minutes before, I was laughing my fool head off at her antics at a Manhattan firehouse and now I was in a pool of my own tears, uncontrollably crying. Of course, I went into a downward spiral about my lost friends.

And that wasn't the end of it.Later, during the show "First Comes Love" on the LOGO channel, I lost it again. The show gives a wedding to a gay couple in two weeks (don't worry, my conservative friends, it happens in Canada. You still have made marrige and lifelong happiness for my people illegal in this country founded on freedoms. Let me just say, thanks for your generosity of spirit, pricks). It's usually pretty funny, especially with a male couple and the host, Scott Thompson from Kids in the Hall. When they get to the families, though, it usually gets weepy. Most of the time, the families are so loving, and so wonderful and accepting and that's when I lose it. And I lost it big time last night. I just started thinking about all the people I know that don't have that luxury. That are not welcome in their own family homes, simply because of their sexuality. And here on the telly, these lucky people are celebrating their love in a ceremony sanctioned by the state and in front of their parents, aunts and uncles, grandparents and friends. It's just wonderful.
Which is why I throw my Alternate Thanksgiving for those orphaned by their families. Those who are not welcome by the very people we have always been taught will love you forever. I bring them in to my home because I feel that your friends are the family you pick, not the one you got stuck with. I am blessed with being accepted by my family but, I love my friends like they are my kin. And I grieve when the holidays come around and I know that they hurt so much because they cannot go home.

I don't want to make it sound like I was on the verge of razorblades and warm baths. Far from it. I think I was still exhausted and in need of more sleep. I didn't have my usual defenses and steel cages up around those feelings and they came out and played havoc with my conscience mind. It actually felt good, in a way, to have that kind of cathartic release.

All better now. Back to the vicious bitch Mortimer you all know and love!

My VIVI Award!

Now this sucks. Patrick, formerly of Patrick's Place on AOL just sent me this graphic. I had to send him an email refusing to use it. Since I disqualified myself from the VIVI Awards, I cannot, in good conscience use the graphic on the AOL Cafe, since that was the journal nominated and the awards were AOL/Jland-centric. But, I will put it up here, at least in this entry.

It's nice, isn't it.

Damn, I finally win something and I go and muck it all up.

Learning New Things

I have to figure out how to put my favourite journals on here. I don't think the format I chose allows for it but, I may be wrong. I also don't like the delay in posting my entry and when it actually shows up. Even when you edit it, it takes a bit for it to show up in the corrected/edited form. I recently had a grammer error I wanted to correct, something small but annoying that I fixed but, it took forever to show up. Other than that, I do like the new digs and the nifty layout. I am trying to post a picture so this is why I am writing this entry. It seems that it works. Good. And now, I have just found out how to add multiple images. This is good. I never knew this ancient hag could learn new tricks. There's life in these bones, still!
By the way, the picture is of me from last Saturday before work. I am hating my hair, it's in that inbetween stage which of course, is when I get the most compliments. All weekend, people were telling me how much they liked my new hairstyle. Believe me, it's simply gelled and thrown back until I get it to a length I like. Fernando is ringing me to come out, as I write this. I am going nowhere in this weather. We are expierencing a nor'easter and it's just miserable out. I hate these storms more than the occasional hurricane (which we're overdue for and we have had doozies, they take out our piers and flood the island) . The nor'easters take out the beaches. We have had some horrible erosion with these storms. Hopefully the new dunes and beach replenishment project will keep the sand where it belongs instead of traveling down the state to Wildwood, where you have to take a taxi to get to the ocean. Their beach is miles wide. Most of it is ours. Bitches.

Ok, this was intended to be a short entry trying out a new thing and I end up writing a whole thing. I have to get up early and go through the penthouse to get it ready for the upcoming party.

I cannot wait! For the party, that is, not the cleaning up part.

I'm Ugly But, Fabulous (R)

I have decided to keep the Cafe open on AOL. I figured that since I don't pay for the service, I really shouldn't worry about the banner ads (note: I worked for Warner Bros. Studio Stores during the merger with AOL. We got free ISP service for life). I will continue make a statement by not opening the AOL journal to the general public. I don't see the need for the AOL Overlords to make money off of my life. So, I will only give access to J-landers to that journal. I am going to reprint most entries here at the new Cafe (denoted by (R) in the title of the entry). That way, those outside of AOL can read up on my madness. I do like the new neighborhood. Now there are two locations for getting the Cafe experience. I, for one (and probably the only one), think that's a good thing.
Let's see, Saturday. The fireworks never happened. I was not happy. Oh, we got the new list of rules, allright. We are not allowed to drink the alcohol, bottled water or Red Bull. We can only drink what comes out of the gun, the device we use for juices and sodas to mix with the drinks. We cannot comp any drinks unless preapproved by management. I was prepared for all of this, since I had heard about it on Friday. I came in with my own bottle of Ketel One. I figured hey, they think we're drinking the house away, I'll just bring my own, lol. I only drank the tonic that came out of the gun, so I was good to go. Not that they noticed. I was NOT happy. When you are making a stand and they don't notice, it becomes very frustrating. I kept making a cocktail for myself right in front of them and...nothing. DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
The rest of the evening was a blur. Miss Patti sat there cutting out our VIP cards that she makes for us and drinking a new flavoured rum combination that I came up with. I haven't named it yet. It's rather sweet and fruity, kind of like me (Amy, be nice!). My second cousin, Jade, popped in and stayed most of the night. She may be working with me soon, we shall see. She is also going to New York City for a modeling gig. She'd better, she's ten feet tall and beautiful! It was slow, painfully slow. We chatted and gossiped and did everything we could to pass the time. Shots were done, comped drinks were given out. Water bottles flowed over the bar like...well...water. As usual, everything at that club changes. Everything at that club stays the same. I made not much more in tips, in fourteen hours no less, than the evening before at Babes in six hours. That's a tragic turn of events.
Sunday was rather eventful. You won't believe this, I was given an indecent proposal from Fernando of all people! I am under threat of painful death to disclose the dirty details so I can't divulge the particulars. I can only say, Fernando and I are going to be registered at Tiffany's. Now, after this, I had someone give me a backhanded compliment. He said, "You aren't the best looking guy in here but, you have the greatest personality." The nerve! I wasn't sure how to take that. I refrained from spiking his drink. He gave me his number so...there you go. The rest of the evening had me spending as much time away from the bar as possible. I love my bar-partner, Little Jose, to death but, he tends to get a bit...umm...lazy. I know that it's slow but, every damn dollar counts during the off season. We may not feel like jumping for the smaller crowd but, they are there to have a good time, and we are there to provide it for them. Maybe it's my showbusiness blood, I always treat every time I am on stage as if it's my last. First of all, the people that come to see you want to be entertained, no matter how many are in the audience and second, you never know who is sitting in that audience, it might just be someone with the next job offer. So, as a bartender, you treat a person nice because you never know, you might get a healthy tip from the most unexpected source. I know this is true. I got $100 tip from a horny straight man at a strip club because I showed a little attention and service (although thankfully not the kind he really wanted but, let's not go there). We ended up doing well by the end of the evening. I have some great clientele that comes in to see me during the open bar. They are all in the service industry to they know that if you are getting the drinks for free, tip the bartender well! I met some fun girls from another strip joint and a couple of goth chicks from the Philadelphia area that promised to come back next week.
I came home and immediatly passed out. I live for Coma Mondays!

Random Entry

Well, I got nothing accomplished today. I don't know why. I just feel so lazy and I sleep on and off all damn day. I have to get ready for the gym soon and then it's work. Yippie! I have been so bored, I canNOT wait to go to work. I really need to find a part time job. I am not one to be left to my own devices. I risk falling back into my anal retentive/obsessive compulsive habits and that won't be good for me or anyone within 500 yards of me.

I think I will get off the damn computer, get my ass in gear and start fixing the toilet. Then I will get ready and go, go, go! Watch out world, Mortimer is leaving the penthouse.

Be afraid, be very afraid!

Self-Imposed Exile (R)

I just got back from the gym. My flatmate gave me a great compliment, he said I am really looking good. That always makes you feel good, especially after working out for so long. I see myself but, when you see it every day, you get a different perspective. Having the outside confirmation that your efforts are noticeable is always a great feeling. There is one thing about the gym that concerns me, I watch the guys, sometimes, not for the reason you might think, it's just to learn technique or a new machine. I just hope that it's not misconstrued that I have alterior motives.
That's for later, at the club!
Miss Patti and I went over the menu, it's looking good, now I have to refine the list a bit because after this weekend, once word gets out that I am doing the Alternate Thanksgiving again, people will be inviting themselves. As long as they bring a dish of food, they are more than welcome. The penthouse is huge. We'll all fit, one way or another.
Gods, it's great to be writing again.
Rome on HBO had me screaming out loud this week. The decapitation scene (not the first and I suspect not the last) was so realistic and so gory, I actually shouted out, "OH MY GOD!" on the top of my voice and woke Chunkie up and he is three rooms away. It was brutal. And it didn't stop. The whole arena scene was just plain insane. It's a great show but, you have to watch it with an iron stomach. Next week, I think Julius Caesar bites the dust. Here we go...the senate...with knives...I can't eat beforehand. I'll probably lose my lunch.
I had a pop up adware on my computer today. That was fun. Every three minutes, my computer locked up and I had to wait for the damn thing to load. I swear the AOL Overlords planted it because I bitched a bit too much about the banner ad at the top of our journals. I'll bet they said, "you don't want that ad, wait till we send this little thing over", LOL! McAfee took care of it, for now.
Tomorrow, precleaning for the party. I have to get so much sorted and thrown out. Fixing the one toilet, yes, I can do such things. Then it's back to the gym and then Babes.
I live for the weekends!

Reprinted From The AOL Cafe

I just got back from the gym. My flatmate gave me a great compliment, he said I am really looking good. That always makes you feel good, especially after working out for so long. I see myself but, when you see it every day, you get a different perspective. Having the outside confirmation that your efforts are noticeable is always a great feeling. There is one thing about the gym that concerns me, I watch the guys, sometimes, not for the reason you might think, it's just to learn technique or a new machine. I just hope that it's not misconstrued that I have alterior motives.

That's for later, at the club!

Miss Patti and I went over the menu, it's looking good, now I have to refine the list a bit because after this weekend, once word gets out that I am doing the Alternate Thanksgiving again, people will be inviting themselves. As long as they bring a dish of food, they are more than welcome. The penthouse is huge. We'll all fit, one way or another.

Gods, it's great to be writing again.

Rome on HBO had me screaming out loud this week. The decapitation scene (not the first and I suspect not the last) was so realistic and so gory, I actually shouted out, "OH MY GOD!" on the top of my voice and woke Chunkie up and he is three rooms away. It was brutal. And it didn't stop. The whole arena scene was just plain insane. It's a great show but, you have to watch it with an iron stomach. Next week, I think Julius Caesar bites the dust. Here we go...the senate...with knives...I can't eat beforehand. I'll probably lose my lunch.

I had a pop up adware on my computer today. That was fun. Every three minutes, my computer locked up and I had to wait for the damn thing to load. I swear the AOL Overlords planted it because I bitched a bit too much about the banner ad at the top of our journals. I'll bet they said, "you don't want that ad, wait till we send this little thing over", LOL! McAfee took care of it, for now.
Tomorrow, precleaning for the party. I have to get so much sorted and thrown out. Fixing the one toilet, yes, I can do such things. Then it's back to the gym and then Babes.

I live for the weekends!

Getting The Hang Of This

Why do I feel like I am cheating on my AOL Cafe?

Tonight, Miss Patti and I are going to the gym (hooray!) and then we are going over the menu for our alternate Thanksgiving on Monday 28 November. That's going to be fun, all the kids from the club and a few others will be there. Last year was a hoot and with this crew, it should be even better. Then I have tickets for The View on the following morning. Yeah, like I am going to go. Well...maybe, I do love Meredith Viera. I'm thinking I might invite her to the party, that way, she can take us up there in her limo. Not a bad idea!

It's blonde. What more can I say.  

Here I Am!

Well, I have joined Blogger (gods I hate that word) and this is my first, not too special entry. More later. I am just saving my place until after this weekend.