lucky

i was very lucky last weekend, but first another story from 2 thursday's ago. i went to Jazz in the Park with Brian from work, and some of his friends. Before we met up i got a big bottle of yellow tail, and partoke in another regular festivity, i seem to have a lot of festivities lately, but i have quit since my lucky night, and i will probably have festivities again when my good friend, Mr. Hemauer visits, but i digress. When i met up with them, Brian noticed immediately, since i was in a giddy mood, and my contacts were irritating my eyes. We talked for a short while about the topic, and several of his friends also enjoyed the festivity. We went on to ignore the jazz music, and sit and talk and socialize, and drink. i often get in the mood for wine during the summer, but usually decide against it, i remembered why a glass into the bottle of red wine, it simply isn't very refreshing on a warm summer day. But i toughed it out and drank about 3/4 the bottle, with a little help from sara, one of brian's friends from high school. Sara was a cute girl, and over the course of the evening i talked to her more and more, and eventually convinced her to have 2 glasses of wine, during our conversation i learned, that sara was a website graphic designer, her main interest or hobby was finding a man, and she liked all types of movies, namely anything my man likes, and she was single. i continued to talk with sara. After jazz in the park we went to flannery's, we had a few more drinks, and then everyone decided to go home, but sara wanted another drink, i was also thirsty, so we stayed. Soon after they left we started dancing, then making out, we talked intermittently, she asked if i was too drunk to drive home, she thought i was. She was also a cig smoker, and so we stopped sporadically so she could smoke another cig, it was getting close to bar time, and she asked if i partoke (yes i know it's misspelled) in the festivity that was originally discussed at the beginning of the evening, i said "yeah, every once and a while." since the topic had already been discussed, and she had already said she did it sometimes. But this time she flipped out, her mood turned completely, and started saying repeatedly, "ohhhh, i know what kinda guy you're like." She was clearly wasted at this point, and there was little rational thought or reason left that i could argue with and try to convince. Then she simply said i am not going to talk to you anymore, and just stood there silently. i left.

On last saturday night, or rather sunday morning at about 3:30 i was coming home from the bars, i was driving down st. paul in menominee river valley, i was at about 27th street. The speed limit is 35, i was going about 40, all of a sudden a car turns the corner, widely, into the right lane, my lane, i swerve quickly and take out a sign signifying the median. Fuck, i am sure i just dented my front bumper, and i have been drinking all evening, i keep going, i luckily see no lights after me, i continue on my way home. i am on Bluemound a block from my house, a cop turns on his lights behind me. FUCK. My front bumper is almost definately dented, and i have been drinking, and enjoying some festivities. i put a penny in my mouth. The cop comes to my window, asks if i know why he pulled me over, i naively say, "no." He asks if i was in an accident tonight, again i naively say, "no". He asks if i have been drinking, i say "yes i had one beer, while playing board games at my friends house tonight on prospect ave." He takes my ID, and goes back to his car, but he walks around the front of my car and bends down and examines the front. FUCK. He comes back and has me get out of my car, 2 more cops pull up, he has me recite the alphabet from A-Z, lean my head back and touch my nose, and walk 9 paces in a straight line, turn around ( i turn around using a 180 degree turn i learned in marching band, i think cops find it more impressive) and then walk 9 paces in a straight line back. i think i did pretty well, but i have had practice a few times before. He asks me one more time if i was in an accident tonight, this time i tell the truth, and retell the story with as much detail as possible. He tells me to go back and sit in my car. He comes back and tells me that someone saw me take out the sign and they recorded my license plate ( i'm guessing after someone called in my license plate, then they found my address, and had a cop go and wait near my house for me to get home) , he tells me that i am lucky i told the truth, cause he was going to arrest me if i hadn't. He asks if the address is correct on my license, it is, he says an accident report will be sent to my house, and i am free to go. i get home and take the horseshoe out of my ass.

Learning my new camera

upskirt!

i need a hug

please play with me

cotton stuffed shit

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a soon to be widow

i bite

Socks and sandals always look Gay

two-lip

a bed made by a women, obviously

Thanks for keeping me tied to a 10 ft rope

a Tree Cumming

How many glue sticks do you think he'll make?

La Cage, and

McDonald's Delicious Asian Chicken Salad

Symmetrical (GAZES at the GAYEST) music video ever

three pintspodiatric shadows

mannish?

playing hard to get

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

tired from dancing and hip thrusting

also tired from dancing and hip thrusting

Frosting tastes GGGGGRRRRRREEEEAAAATTTTT
cake does not

i think they meant to say, No Gods Allowed

Melancholy

Two weekends ago, and earlier last week i was melancholy, melancholy is a great word, but i am often not Melancholy, or in a position to use the word melancholy, but i was then, and i meant to write a post, but i was melancholy, so i didn’t, but now i’m not, so i am writing now. The melancholy was a result of various frustrations with friends or acquaintances, i think they might say acquaintance and i might say friend. i also was burned out taking photos and editing them, and burned out, literally, with one of my vices. Thankfully, the malaise has passed, i am again seeing beauty almost everywhere, i am less frustrated with acquaintances, i am rejuvenated. But i still have 3,038 photo's to edit, i will post some of those photo's tonight, but i also have to go buy Nightwatch or Nochnoi Dozor, http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/nwnd/.

Ohhh Mark, i finally got a digital SLR, a Canon Digital Rebel XT, i have yet to post any pictures i have taken with it, but i got it about 3 weeks ago, and haven’t had a chance to mention it. It really is amazing having an SLR, the benefits, variety, and quality of the images it produces are amazing, it captures beautiful appearances much more accurately than my Canon Elph that is ½ an inch thick.

A few weeks ago, i was hanging out with MaMarino and tt-winters, we were at Taylors, and MaMarino really had the urge to go to La Cage, a popular gay club, there was hesitation by tt-winters and i, but Matt was determined, then he offered to pay cover, and our first drink. Reluctantly we agreed. So we get there and it is almost exactly like you would expect, lots of guys, very stereotypical, but there were a handful of women there as well, or rather people that looked like women. Matt had promised us that tons of women go there too not just gay guys, and the women go to dance, there weren’t tons, but a few that maybe weighed a ton. More than anything it was very interesting watching people and observing various behaviors. For example, there were many guys dancing with a girl up against a wall, or cage, but they weren’t really dancing, they were really just humping the shit out the women, in an apparent attempt to like it, and the more they didn’t like it the harder they humped the girl they were dancing with. i also noticed a stronger than normal desire in myself to go and dance with girls, due to the overwhelming homosexuality surrounding me, and the catchy dance music. In the beginning i did try to dance with a few women, but quickly determined they truly had no interested in anything but dancing, and certainly not in me, but tt-winters was not as dissuaded, and certainly enjoyed dancing/grinding with all the women, and/or people that looked like women. There was one person in specific that MaMarino and i both thought was a tranny that Matt danced with and even made out with. Photos will be posted later, hopefully tonight.

Last Saturday, i went to the Hi Hat/Garage to watch the US vs. Italy match, it was a sweet game, and even sweeter to watch it on high def plasma. After the game i scouted this old factory that i have been trying to go and photograph, and i finally found how to get to it easily. Then i went to the north ave, area, i felt like Elliot’s Bistro and a nice steak, just before i was about to go in, MaMarino called and wanted to hang out later, he had never been to Elliot’s so Matt and Tim, his BF, wanted to meet at Elliot’s for dinner in and hour and a half, so i decided to go and photograph this new building that’s under construction, just off North that’s going to be a parking garage, and some offices. Then we meet at Elliot’s Bistro, they have this steak, Steak Au Poivre that’s has the best sauce i have ever tasted, the seat is seared in the sauce, and then poured over the steak, the sauce is Hennessey, heavy cream, Dijon mustard, and demi-glaze/ dark stock. i found a recipe that is pretty similar, http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_23714,00.html , i don’t even like mustard, but i love this sauce, Mark i highly recommend if you’ve never made it or had it. But while the food was amazing, eventually, the dining experience was far from wonderful. First, when we were getting out glasses of water poured my glass, once filled, was spilled all over the table and my lap, luckily though i was wearing swim shorts. Fortunately, we were lucky enough to get a table outside, but unfortunately when he made the sauce in front of us it was too windy(his excuse), and the sauce was very bitter, with a strong taste of Hennessey. Matt complained to our waiter, i agreed, and it seemed like we were going to get new steaks, then he comes back 15 min later and says, “ohh is something wrong?” Ummm yeah these don’t taste good, can we speak to Pierre (the owner and head cook, and guy who made our sauce in front of us, and he named the restaurant Elliot’s rather that Pierre’s because when he opened he felt there was a lot of anti-French sentiment, and he thought Pierre sounded too French), so Pierre came out, and like a wounded puppy asks what is wrong, and what we want done about it, we wanted new steaks and he reluctantly agreed, though he first complained that he could make the sauce outside cause of the wind, to which we obviously replied, fine make it inside and bring it out to us. We finally got the steaks another 20 min later, and they were delicious, and amazing. Then they offered us free desert because of the spilled water, and/or the fiasco with the steaks, so we ordered the most expensive, and that to was ridiculously good. So finally the bill comes, but none of us really want to pay, so we begin planning out ditch, but just before we do it, 3 cops pull up and park within 20 ft of the restaurant, Matt still wants to, but Tim doesn’t and i don’t think it’s a good idea anymore too, since once they realize we left they will just go tell the cops and give them our descriptions. So we paid.

Two Fridays ago, Extendicare rented the Dew Deck at Miller Park for a Brewer game, after work we went to go tailgate, and drink as much beer as possible before the game. We finished the half barrel, then we made our way to the game during the 3rd inning, this event was for all Extendicare employees and their Families, so there were lots of families and kids, and us after we finished a half barrel. As you could guess this might not have been the greatest combination. We had fun and continued to drink a little bit, but mostly just had loud, wild, playful, drunken fun. Furthermore, several of the guys on the service desk enjoy biting women’s asses, literally sneaking up behind them and taking a big bite of their butt cheek. One of them had the idea to ask our vice president if they could do it to his wife, he didn’t think she would like it. It was a fun time, and didn’t think anything that bad had happened, but then on Monday our boss got chewed out and yelled at for our behavior, and then had to lecture us that a lot of people were upset, with all the swearing, the derogatory references to women, and asking to bite the ass of the vice presidents wife.

Last night, i went to the Radiohead convert in Chicago with a coworker, Brian. We left work @ 3:00, and drove down there, once there we looked for someplace for dinner, it took forever to find something half-way decent, ate and drank, then went back to the car, got ready(hint, hint, wink, wink) for the concert, then went to the concert which was 2 blocks from where we parked for $14 (gotta love Chicago prices) . On the way, we passed 3 restaurants that would have been perfect for dinner, if we hadn't walked in the opposite direction when looking for a restaurant. We luckily got to the concert after the opening band finished, and about 15 min before Radiohead went on, ordered some beers, found our seats, and waited with excitement, the level of excitement was amazing, alot more anticipation than i have had for anything in a long time. The venue was also ridicoulously beautiful, it was the auditorium theater, it normally shows operas and things, and the sound system was simply amazing. @ Most concerts the sound is much worse that it sounds on the cd, but with Radiohead, when i saw them at Alpine a few years ago, and then now, their sound is crystal clear, and better than it sounds on the albums. Also Thom Yorke's excitement and enthusiasim seem unlimited, he gives every song everything he has and it shows. The new songs they played were also pretty sweet, here is a link to a video of a new song, http://youtube.com/watch?v=iXutxQBnJTE&search=radiohead ,
here are some more,
http://youtube.com/watch?v=YL203b6be4o&search=radiohead,
http://youtube.com/watch?v=su7l4jthoE8&search=radiohead,
http://youtube.com/watch?v=OsM0ztmPnFA&search=radiohead. If you haven't checked out YouTube previously then check out the video's for that, the site is pretty sweet, and they have video's from virtually anything you could think of.

Logan's Birthday Party

Children unable to sit still or focus on one toy for more that 10 secondsThe Bitch had it coming
Beat that Ass
a lesson about the birds and the bees and Fisting
Smack my Bitch Up
Birthday Boy's DomainFrosting always taste better on your arm
mmmmmmmmmmmm, Cake
Pssst, it's not a woman
Thankfully, a Dora who doesn't speak spick
What you lookin at? Wanna fight?
Dora's Dead Face