The fight to bring back Christian Coulson to portray Tom M. Riddle Jr. in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
As many of you should know from reading my blogs, I am an avid Harry Potter fan. Today as I was researching more information about the story line I ran across a very interesting website that I did not know existed. It seems that the Warner Brother Studios, who own the rights to filming the Harry Potter series, are planning on slighting an actor who has already given a portrayal of a character on the big screen. Christian Coulson has already had the honor of playing the teenage Tom Riddle Jr. in the Chamber of Secrets movie. Now the studio is say that he is too old to play the character in the Half-Blood Prince as he nears the age of 30. What filthy hypocritical assholes! They have actors sometimes ten years older than their characters play young roles. Why on earth are they going to refuse the right for this actor to reprise a role he wants to come back to? The site I ran across is a petition to sign asking the studios to give Mr. Coulson another chance at the role. Of course I signed it; I’d be an idiot not to. I’ll leave the link for anyone who wants to sign it as well. I was number 1,676 to sign out of the 2,500 needed. I hope that all of you who read this entry will take the time to add your name to the list. I also will leave after the web address the comment I left on the petition.
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/fans-for-chris-coulson
The man has a fierceness that captures the essence of the arrogance his character exudes. After seeing him perform in the Chamber of Secrets, I can’t imagine anyone else portraying the roll of the teenage Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. now that he has placed his interpretation of the role on film for millions of people to enjoy. Continuity is an important must now that we have delved farther into the series. Ten years from now, these will be classic movies that people will hearken back to, wondering why the studios acted foolishly by switching actors; that is, if they make the switch. I can’t see how the fact that he is a few years older will impact his ability to perform a role that he has had the satisfaction of playing once before, given that he was a total of six years older than the age of the character he was playing at the time. He still looks as young and has had more experience from acting to add to the sublet charms his character posses. For the studios, this is just another several hundred million dollar profit they will be making on the Half-Blood Prince. But to all the millions of fans who are willing to spend their hard earned cash, it truly is a magical experience to see their favorite series projected onto the silver screen. Why ruin it by making this mistake? It is true that not everyone will always agree with how a book is turned into a film, but fans will most definitely boo a major decision like this. I beseech you, as well as do the many millions of other fans out there, to do the right thing. Bring back Christian Coulson to the films! He is a worthy actor of this recognition. On this note I leave you with: “Do what is right, not what is easy” as Dumbledore would say.
Thanks for reading; hope you sign. Cheers!
Monday, July 30, 2007
A Series of Unhappy Events
A Series of Unhappy Events
This past Saturday I received a call from “The Hobbit” asking me to join him at our usual bar until his husband also my best friend, “My Giant” clocked out of work down the street from where we were. Of course I put it into high gear and was out the door and on my way help our barman babysit him.
I arrived at “My Giant’s” work to find he had taken a break to visit his husband. So off I strolled down the busy colorful street. About a block away I saw him exiting the bar lighting a cigarette and coming towards me. As he drew nearer I knew he would be heading back to work. We stopped long enough to hug and exchange pleasantries and comment on the fact that “Farmboy” might end up coming down to visit this weekend. Of course I was excited but at the same time wishing I had chosen a better outfit to be seen in since I had worn the exact same clothes the previous weekend on our camping trip.
After parting company with “My Giant” I quickened my pace to reach the all too familiar doors leading to a dear friend. It didn’t take long to scan the afternoon crowd to find who I was looking for. I walked up to him wrapping my arms around “The Hobbit” and said hello. He was immersed in a crossword puzzle that he had teamed up on previous to my arrival. We replenished his drink and grabbed a new drink for me as well before we headed back to our table to see if we could complete all the answers.
The puzzle proved harder than imagined since we couldn’t remember the titles to several of a disco diva’s songs; given that several of the clues were of that reference. Having given up, we soon found ourselves with an enormous amount of time on our hands. To disperse of that time we made a few phone calls asking fiends to come out and join in the entertainment. I ended up exchanging a ten dollar bill for a roll of quarters so we could pass the time with pool like I always do.
By the time we had each won a game, familiar faces started showing up. In particular was “Partboy” who had just arrived from work. I had a burning question I needed to ask concerning his work and a product they may or may not carry. I was happy to hear that it was sold there and needed to show up when he was working to see if it was in stock. I can’t wait to get my hands on this new toy; the recipient will be very happy to open this gift.
What seemed like only minutes could have been an hour before “My Giant” appeared again declaring that he was finished with work for the day still in his uniform. We had a nice gathering of people we knew and were taking turns playing pool, chatting, or working on that infuriating crossword.
The afternoon was spent with everyone laughing and talking as they drank. The next thing I know, I’m hearing a conversation coming out of “The Hobbit’s” mouth that I know for sure that not only had “My Giant” said not to mention in public earlier, but I as well had, turning gabbing his attention and reprimand him for bringing up so casually to an acquaintance. My comment being brushed aside by “The Hobbit,” I immediately sought out his husband to back me up in what I had just said.
This however didn’t go quiet the way I had planned. Yes, “My Giant” did indeed pull his husband aside and explain what he had just heard, but “The Hobbit” having had a few drinks took high offense to this “ambush.” He returned to the table where I had been chatting trying to keep an eye on the conversation that was at hand, to berate me and give me the cold shoulder as I apologized for having pulled rank.
Never having been on the receiving end of one of “The Hobbit’s” disputes I had no idea as to how to handle his anger seeing him walk away to the bar for another drink. It was my turn to challenge “My Giant” in a game of pool to which I played very badly seeing as how my mind was elsewhere. He leaned up against me mid-game trying to give me pointers on how to reconcile with his husband; I replied I had just said almost the same thing word for word.
A moment after having received his drink, “The Hobbit” returned to the table to where I was being nudged to go over and attempt once more at an apology. I stalled by taking my turn, missing, to hear from “My Giant” that he had walked off to the bathroom and now would be a good time to corner and talk to him. I took a sip of my drink for courage.
Running after “The Hobbit” in pursuit, I opened the bathroom door to find that he was not in there. Nor was he anywhere around the bar as I turned to head back to the pool table. I reached “My Giant” to relay what I had found, or the lack there of finding the person I was after, to a puzzled and concerned expression. He picked up his cell phone, to which it was apparent who he was calling, while I eavesdropped.
Things were certainly headed down hill as I listened to a pissed off man tell his husband that he was going home. Why on earth do things have to be so difficult? “My Giant” abandoned the game to take this phone call outside. Whatever else was said in the heat of the moment I do not know. Several minutes passed before he re-emerged into the bar taking up his pool stick to finish the game.
Sitting over our beers gabbing, I grabbed “My Giant’s” cell stepping out the front doors to make a phone call. Judging by the time I had arrived to the time it was now, “Farmboy” should be close to parking his car in a nearby lot and joining us for drinks. Hearing a familiar voice on the other end of the phone, I asked when we might be expecting him. Sadly I heard a reply in the negative. I told him that I missed him, then proceeded onward to asking if I would be expecting him this upcoming weekend to go camping with us. This time I received happier news. I was filled with excitement. I asked how long it would take him to move this week hopping it might not interfere with him coming on the trip. Again more good news; it would take a few hours and all would be done. Knowing I had had a few beers in me I drew the conversation to a close before I said something stupid letting him know I couldn’t wait to see him again.
Feeling better that something was going right I suggested “My Giant” and I head upstairs to hang out seeing as how the sun was getting lower in the sky. We walked right into an old familiar face I hadn’t seen in years. He briefed us on his moving away for a few years and his return a few months ago while introducing his friend who took a liking to me the moment he set eyes on me. We all talked getting to know each other. The old friend and “My Giant” hit it off right away leaving me to get to know the new guy.
Being left alone and having revealed a portion of information about each other, the guy I was talking to started making his affections known. I tried to resist his efforts by getting to know a pair of ladies who were mindlessly staring around the bar. Starting a new conversation with new people seemed to work for now. I ended up buying a martini after I slowly finished my Guinness sharing a sip of it with my new girl friends.
At some point I took to the bathroom to relieve myself. Upon exiting and catching out of the corner of my eye in the non-smoking lunge, I saw where “My Giant” and our old friend had disappeared to deep in conversation. I stepped in and beckoned them back out to the crowd that was starting to gather on the upper deck.
The six of us stood around till a table cleared then we all huddled around it talking the night away. Somehow someone in our group knew a guy that came up and started talking to us. We were then surrounded by a group of his friends. Come to find out they all play softball for various gay teams which I know people on. We talked about my having played rugby and how most of them wish they had the extra time to play as well. Sports talk filled the air for a while before the ladies took off to go home for the evening. Suddenly after their leave, the softball players took off for another bar leaving the four of us alone again.
The guy who I seemed to have attracted some how took this as a sign to start again with his advances. “My Giant” at some point told him that I was taken emotionally which I was half listening to before I realized what he had said. This guy wanted to know if my ass and cock were taken since my heart was. Great, how the hell was I suppose to answer this? Yes it’s true I like “Farmboy,” but it will for the time being not be anything more then a fling. On the flip side we are not a couple and I have no obligation to be faithful to him, yet I felt the guilt as if I were his monogamous partner.
I somehow sidestepped the question just as “My Giant” answered his phone walking inside. We sat around for several minutes before noticing he had not returned. I took this opportunity to make a round of the entire bar both upstairs and down to find him. No luck as I would have it. The three of us remaining made up our minds to head down to keep an eye on the doors. Luck would have it that I ran into a friend that I asked if he could drive me home as soon as I found a way to ditch the two I was with and finish my game of pool I had started before he showed up.
Given the game plan, my ride was supposed to meet me across the street in front of the coffee shop. Fate seemed to have liked this plan, because as soon as he was gone and the game over my two companions wanted to leave for another bar as I refused saying I was going to stay looking for my friend. With them walking down the sidewalk with their backs to me I hurried across the busy intersection greeting my friend.
Out of nowhere a friend working at the coffee shop that I had seen earlier on his break at the bar summoned me to buy him some pizza from across the street shoving the money into my hands. My ride and I consented and made the pit stop. While in the pizzeria the smell of fresh pizza seized me. I was going to have to come back as soon as I delivered the requested pizza with change. Ugh, I was starving and hadn’t realized I hadn’t eaten at all that day. I counted the remaining cash I had on me and was told I could order a small pizza; I jumped on it.
It took what seemed like forever to cook while I talked to my friend and impatiently watched TV with him. Soon we were off again heading towards his car with pizza in hand. I managed to garble down a piece of the scalding pizza as we drove towards my house. The conversation was light and easy. I asked about his love life and the last I had heard of it. It shocked him to lean that I pick up on subtle hints that he had mentioned on prior occasions and knew more about his love life than he suspected me to know. I also invited him to go camping with us; which he may or may not do. Dropping me off and giving me his number again I waved him off saying he should think about camping.
I had no idea how drunk I was from not having any food in my system. By the time I reached my bed tearing off clothes I was barely able to make out the pizza box that I was cracking into. I managed to finish off two-thirds before I couldn’t eat anymore. I returned a phone call in my drunken faze to “Queen Bee” and tried calling “Farmboy” who I was missing and wanted to cuddle with so awfully badly. I stowed the box away took a piss and landed on my pillow before I was passed out; so much for a crappy evening that ended quite abruptly.
Peaceful sleep did not come easy. It was filled with dark images that haunted me. Around five-thirty in the morning having tossed and not able to find a comfortable spot, I woke to a dizzy state. I wondered what “Farmboy” was dreaming of; and had he found peace in his subconscious mind. I lay there trying to picture him on his bed in his pajamas with the sheets pulled halfway around him as he lay on his side with a grin on his face peacefully. I wanted his fingers entangled with mine; his breath pulsing on my neck as we lay there together drifting off to sleep.
The one great thing I can say about “Farmboy” is that no matter what I imagine in my mind, being in his presence is greater than anything I could ever dream up. He has a great aura about him. He puts me at ease when he’s around. It’s the rest of the time that I’m away from him that my mind starts to wonder and confuse itself. “My Giant” is right, I need to stop thinking about the ‘what if’s’ and live in the now. If there’s anything that troubles me about the two of us I should ask “Farmboy” instead letting fear creep into my mind. After all it’s a sign of trust if I’m willing to share with him my thoughts.
As the moments passed, thinking back over all the things I didn’t know about “Farmboy” and what I wanted to ask, I finally was able to find some peace of mind again. I reached up turned on a bedside nightlight and groped around for the recognizable texture I was looking for. There under my hand I picked up the thick novel and began again where I had left off on the Harry Potter adventure I was rereading. Shortly after ending a chapter I grew tired again. Thinking of wrapping my arm around “Farmboy,” I drifted off to sleep again for a few more hours of peaceful sleep this time.
Upon waking I grabbed the computer to check my e-mail. To my horror I found that I had received a message from someone that I hadn’t expected to have read my blog. He had found my blog through another site that I had listed the webpage on. I was furious with myself. How could I have been so careless as to let someone I detest with every fiber of my being read the inner workings of my mind, body, and soul? I was disgusted. He knew about the mundane goings on in my life. I felt robbed. He should have never been able to read about the people I care most about in my life. Even though I’ve given them aliases, he still knew about them. I wanted to vomit.
What’s worse, I realized the fact that he can read my blog any time he so chooses. I’m sure he has bookmarked the page so he can scan it everyday since he has nothing better to do than keep up with the on goings of someone’s life who he is no longer apart of. I felt violated. I knew that anyone could read this blog at any given time from anywhere in the world. What I didn’t realize was that by ‘anyone’ that meant people I so choose not to interact with in life. How could I be so stupid as to outpour my heart blindly about people I love knowing that there are vultures out there waiting to feed, that I don’t want them to know anything about me?
All day my mind was clouded with this fact. I felt naked and robbed as I tried to put it from my mind. I spent the day reading to take my mind to happier places. Now I am trying to figure out a way to hide this information from those who I care not to have reading this. What am I to do? I am sure there is no sure way to stop him from reading my private thoughts that I write down; that my only option is to remove all the content and stop writing about my life altogether. But if I do that then he has won. Maybe not an obvious victory to him, but a victory in the fact that he has made me want to hide from him even further.
I’m tired and frustrated. I’m taking leave to read and then find something to eat. I will attempt to keep everyone up to date on my life as soon as something interesting happens. Cheers mates.
This past Saturday I received a call from “The Hobbit” asking me to join him at our usual bar until his husband also my best friend, “My Giant” clocked out of work down the street from where we were. Of course I put it into high gear and was out the door and on my way help our barman babysit him.
I arrived at “My Giant’s” work to find he had taken a break to visit his husband. So off I strolled down the busy colorful street. About a block away I saw him exiting the bar lighting a cigarette and coming towards me. As he drew nearer I knew he would be heading back to work. We stopped long enough to hug and exchange pleasantries and comment on the fact that “Farmboy” might end up coming down to visit this weekend. Of course I was excited but at the same time wishing I had chosen a better outfit to be seen in since I had worn the exact same clothes the previous weekend on our camping trip.
After parting company with “My Giant” I quickened my pace to reach the all too familiar doors leading to a dear friend. It didn’t take long to scan the afternoon crowd to find who I was looking for. I walked up to him wrapping my arms around “The Hobbit” and said hello. He was immersed in a crossword puzzle that he had teamed up on previous to my arrival. We replenished his drink and grabbed a new drink for me as well before we headed back to our table to see if we could complete all the answers.
The puzzle proved harder than imagined since we couldn’t remember the titles to several of a disco diva’s songs; given that several of the clues were of that reference. Having given up, we soon found ourselves with an enormous amount of time on our hands. To disperse of that time we made a few phone calls asking fiends to come out and join in the entertainment. I ended up exchanging a ten dollar bill for a roll of quarters so we could pass the time with pool like I always do.
By the time we had each won a game, familiar faces started showing up. In particular was “Partboy” who had just arrived from work. I had a burning question I needed to ask concerning his work and a product they may or may not carry. I was happy to hear that it was sold there and needed to show up when he was working to see if it was in stock. I can’t wait to get my hands on this new toy; the recipient will be very happy to open this gift.
What seemed like only minutes could have been an hour before “My Giant” appeared again declaring that he was finished with work for the day still in his uniform. We had a nice gathering of people we knew and were taking turns playing pool, chatting, or working on that infuriating crossword.
The afternoon was spent with everyone laughing and talking as they drank. The next thing I know, I’m hearing a conversation coming out of “The Hobbit’s” mouth that I know for sure that not only had “My Giant” said not to mention in public earlier, but I as well had, turning gabbing his attention and reprimand him for bringing up so casually to an acquaintance. My comment being brushed aside by “The Hobbit,” I immediately sought out his husband to back me up in what I had just said.
This however didn’t go quiet the way I had planned. Yes, “My Giant” did indeed pull his husband aside and explain what he had just heard, but “The Hobbit” having had a few drinks took high offense to this “ambush.” He returned to the table where I had been chatting trying to keep an eye on the conversation that was at hand, to berate me and give me the cold shoulder as I apologized for having pulled rank.
Never having been on the receiving end of one of “The Hobbit’s” disputes I had no idea as to how to handle his anger seeing him walk away to the bar for another drink. It was my turn to challenge “My Giant” in a game of pool to which I played very badly seeing as how my mind was elsewhere. He leaned up against me mid-game trying to give me pointers on how to reconcile with his husband; I replied I had just said almost the same thing word for word.
A moment after having received his drink, “The Hobbit” returned to the table to where I was being nudged to go over and attempt once more at an apology. I stalled by taking my turn, missing, to hear from “My Giant” that he had walked off to the bathroom and now would be a good time to corner and talk to him. I took a sip of my drink for courage.
Running after “The Hobbit” in pursuit, I opened the bathroom door to find that he was not in there. Nor was he anywhere around the bar as I turned to head back to the pool table. I reached “My Giant” to relay what I had found, or the lack there of finding the person I was after, to a puzzled and concerned expression. He picked up his cell phone, to which it was apparent who he was calling, while I eavesdropped.
Things were certainly headed down hill as I listened to a pissed off man tell his husband that he was going home. Why on earth do things have to be so difficult? “My Giant” abandoned the game to take this phone call outside. Whatever else was said in the heat of the moment I do not know. Several minutes passed before he re-emerged into the bar taking up his pool stick to finish the game.
Sitting over our beers gabbing, I grabbed “My Giant’s” cell stepping out the front doors to make a phone call. Judging by the time I had arrived to the time it was now, “Farmboy” should be close to parking his car in a nearby lot and joining us for drinks. Hearing a familiar voice on the other end of the phone, I asked when we might be expecting him. Sadly I heard a reply in the negative. I told him that I missed him, then proceeded onward to asking if I would be expecting him this upcoming weekend to go camping with us. This time I received happier news. I was filled with excitement. I asked how long it would take him to move this week hopping it might not interfere with him coming on the trip. Again more good news; it would take a few hours and all would be done. Knowing I had had a few beers in me I drew the conversation to a close before I said something stupid letting him know I couldn’t wait to see him again.
Feeling better that something was going right I suggested “My Giant” and I head upstairs to hang out seeing as how the sun was getting lower in the sky. We walked right into an old familiar face I hadn’t seen in years. He briefed us on his moving away for a few years and his return a few months ago while introducing his friend who took a liking to me the moment he set eyes on me. We all talked getting to know each other. The old friend and “My Giant” hit it off right away leaving me to get to know the new guy.
Being left alone and having revealed a portion of information about each other, the guy I was talking to started making his affections known. I tried to resist his efforts by getting to know a pair of ladies who were mindlessly staring around the bar. Starting a new conversation with new people seemed to work for now. I ended up buying a martini after I slowly finished my Guinness sharing a sip of it with my new girl friends.
At some point I took to the bathroom to relieve myself. Upon exiting and catching out of the corner of my eye in the non-smoking lunge, I saw where “My Giant” and our old friend had disappeared to deep in conversation. I stepped in and beckoned them back out to the crowd that was starting to gather on the upper deck.
The six of us stood around till a table cleared then we all huddled around it talking the night away. Somehow someone in our group knew a guy that came up and started talking to us. We were then surrounded by a group of his friends. Come to find out they all play softball for various gay teams which I know people on. We talked about my having played rugby and how most of them wish they had the extra time to play as well. Sports talk filled the air for a while before the ladies took off to go home for the evening. Suddenly after their leave, the softball players took off for another bar leaving the four of us alone again.
The guy who I seemed to have attracted some how took this as a sign to start again with his advances. “My Giant” at some point told him that I was taken emotionally which I was half listening to before I realized what he had said. This guy wanted to know if my ass and cock were taken since my heart was. Great, how the hell was I suppose to answer this? Yes it’s true I like “Farmboy,” but it will for the time being not be anything more then a fling. On the flip side we are not a couple and I have no obligation to be faithful to him, yet I felt the guilt as if I were his monogamous partner.
I somehow sidestepped the question just as “My Giant” answered his phone walking inside. We sat around for several minutes before noticing he had not returned. I took this opportunity to make a round of the entire bar both upstairs and down to find him. No luck as I would have it. The three of us remaining made up our minds to head down to keep an eye on the doors. Luck would have it that I ran into a friend that I asked if he could drive me home as soon as I found a way to ditch the two I was with and finish my game of pool I had started before he showed up.
Given the game plan, my ride was supposed to meet me across the street in front of the coffee shop. Fate seemed to have liked this plan, because as soon as he was gone and the game over my two companions wanted to leave for another bar as I refused saying I was going to stay looking for my friend. With them walking down the sidewalk with their backs to me I hurried across the busy intersection greeting my friend.
Out of nowhere a friend working at the coffee shop that I had seen earlier on his break at the bar summoned me to buy him some pizza from across the street shoving the money into my hands. My ride and I consented and made the pit stop. While in the pizzeria the smell of fresh pizza seized me. I was going to have to come back as soon as I delivered the requested pizza with change. Ugh, I was starving and hadn’t realized I hadn’t eaten at all that day. I counted the remaining cash I had on me and was told I could order a small pizza; I jumped on it.
It took what seemed like forever to cook while I talked to my friend and impatiently watched TV with him. Soon we were off again heading towards his car with pizza in hand. I managed to garble down a piece of the scalding pizza as we drove towards my house. The conversation was light and easy. I asked about his love life and the last I had heard of it. It shocked him to lean that I pick up on subtle hints that he had mentioned on prior occasions and knew more about his love life than he suspected me to know. I also invited him to go camping with us; which he may or may not do. Dropping me off and giving me his number again I waved him off saying he should think about camping.
I had no idea how drunk I was from not having any food in my system. By the time I reached my bed tearing off clothes I was barely able to make out the pizza box that I was cracking into. I managed to finish off two-thirds before I couldn’t eat anymore. I returned a phone call in my drunken faze to “Queen Bee” and tried calling “Farmboy” who I was missing and wanted to cuddle with so awfully badly. I stowed the box away took a piss and landed on my pillow before I was passed out; so much for a crappy evening that ended quite abruptly.
Peaceful sleep did not come easy. It was filled with dark images that haunted me. Around five-thirty in the morning having tossed and not able to find a comfortable spot, I woke to a dizzy state. I wondered what “Farmboy” was dreaming of; and had he found peace in his subconscious mind. I lay there trying to picture him on his bed in his pajamas with the sheets pulled halfway around him as he lay on his side with a grin on his face peacefully. I wanted his fingers entangled with mine; his breath pulsing on my neck as we lay there together drifting off to sleep.
The one great thing I can say about “Farmboy” is that no matter what I imagine in my mind, being in his presence is greater than anything I could ever dream up. He has a great aura about him. He puts me at ease when he’s around. It’s the rest of the time that I’m away from him that my mind starts to wonder and confuse itself. “My Giant” is right, I need to stop thinking about the ‘what if’s’ and live in the now. If there’s anything that troubles me about the two of us I should ask “Farmboy” instead letting fear creep into my mind. After all it’s a sign of trust if I’m willing to share with him my thoughts.
As the moments passed, thinking back over all the things I didn’t know about “Farmboy” and what I wanted to ask, I finally was able to find some peace of mind again. I reached up turned on a bedside nightlight and groped around for the recognizable texture I was looking for. There under my hand I picked up the thick novel and began again where I had left off on the Harry Potter adventure I was rereading. Shortly after ending a chapter I grew tired again. Thinking of wrapping my arm around “Farmboy,” I drifted off to sleep again for a few more hours of peaceful sleep this time.
Upon waking I grabbed the computer to check my e-mail. To my horror I found that I had received a message from someone that I hadn’t expected to have read my blog. He had found my blog through another site that I had listed the webpage on. I was furious with myself. How could I have been so careless as to let someone I detest with every fiber of my being read the inner workings of my mind, body, and soul? I was disgusted. He knew about the mundane goings on in my life. I felt robbed. He should have never been able to read about the people I care most about in my life. Even though I’ve given them aliases, he still knew about them. I wanted to vomit.
What’s worse, I realized the fact that he can read my blog any time he so chooses. I’m sure he has bookmarked the page so he can scan it everyday since he has nothing better to do than keep up with the on goings of someone’s life who he is no longer apart of. I felt violated. I knew that anyone could read this blog at any given time from anywhere in the world. What I didn’t realize was that by ‘anyone’ that meant people I so choose not to interact with in life. How could I be so stupid as to outpour my heart blindly about people I love knowing that there are vultures out there waiting to feed, that I don’t want them to know anything about me?
All day my mind was clouded with this fact. I felt naked and robbed as I tried to put it from my mind. I spent the day reading to take my mind to happier places. Now I am trying to figure out a way to hide this information from those who I care not to have reading this. What am I to do? I am sure there is no sure way to stop him from reading my private thoughts that I write down; that my only option is to remove all the content and stop writing about my life altogether. But if I do that then he has won. Maybe not an obvious victory to him, but a victory in the fact that he has made me want to hide from him even further.
I’m tired and frustrated. I’m taking leave to read and then find something to eat. I will attempt to keep everyone up to date on my life as soon as something interesting happens. Cheers mates.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Late Night Phone Calls
Late Night Phone Calls
The other night, I think it was Tuesday, I received a phone call from my best friend, “My Giant,” letting me know that another camping trip was scheduled for the weekend of the 4th of August. Silently I was delighted, yet this could prove problematic. I quickly asked who would be joining accompanying us on this trip. Several names that had come on the last trip appeared as well as some new ones, except for the one particular name that I was looking for: “Farmboy.” I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but it wouldn’t be the same without him. He really does bring a certain charm to the group.
After hearing this bit of news and ending my call I picked up the phone to alert “Farmboy” of the situation that had presented itself. Damn! I received voicemail. So I left the item of information as a recording for him to respond to. That is saying something considering I hate to leave a message when I don’t immediately reach someone.
Later on that evening I received to my surprise a call from “Farmboy” sounding chipper as ever. I reminded him of the notification I had left. We discussed that he would try, but gave no grantee that he could make the trip given the fact that he would be moving the week previous to that weekend. I also brought up my birthday which would be the following weekend after camping. I found myself with a negative response. He’d be helping his roommate and good friend move out of state, which is the reason he has to move.
If anything I’d like to have him go back to Turner Falls with us again. Screw my birthday, nothing ever seems to go right on that day; I swear it’s a cursed day for me. I just can’t imagine the lot of us traipsing back up to the falls with out him. It wouldn’t be the same if he wasn’t there taking pictures over the edge of a chair with his camera of the group, or walking around in his sexy shorts. If he does go back this time I think I need to let him interact more with the group rather than me. That way we can get to know everyone that we have yet had the chance to get to bond with.
I think I’ll get another bottle of wine if he does attend. He seemed to have liked that aspect of the adventure. I need to make a note to myself to get a raft of some sort this time; I really hated not having one the last time. What else should I get for the upcoming trip? A radio! “My Giant” said we wouldn’t want one the last trip, and of course we went round robin with everyone’s cars playing the radio as to not kill all the batteries. This next time I want to get a better tan. I didn’t even put on sun block and the only thing that barely turned pink was my shoulders; I’m so pasty still.
After my conversation with “Farmboy” I ran into “My Giant” online while typing up my blog who I had an in depth conversation with. He’s so insightful. I was feeling a little bummed and he always knows the right thing to say to make me feel better. Not to mention I somehow made him feel better. He has a very interesting way of looking at situations. I need to adopt his positive outlook on life.
Wednesday night I ended up calling “My Giant” to let him know I was finally going to be able to post my blog of the accounts of our weekend trip. It still needs to be edited and revised; I tried but gave up at some point in the process. I’m so sick of spending that much time writing on it that I plan on taking a break from it for a few days to rest my brain. As I skimmed the lengthy prose I noticed one major flaw. I have a tendency to repeat myself; or I should say, I repeat certain writing techniques. I find that to be quite undesirable, as well as the simplicity in the tone that I use. I could do so much better; and I have. Well in a day or two I’ll see where I can fix mistakes. I’m sure it will remain pretty much as it is now, but I want to go back and change one section specifically that I couldn’t express the way I wanted without any difficulty.
I’m hungry and need to start some laundry. I’m sure I’ll have more to write about and soon. There’s always something of interest going on. I hope that someone somewhere starts leaving comments with questions in them so I do not always have to pull material to write about out of my ass. Get it? I think my writing is nothing but shit? Eh, I could have made a better literary writing joke I know. Cheers mates.
The other night, I think it was Tuesday, I received a phone call from my best friend, “My Giant,” letting me know that another camping trip was scheduled for the weekend of the 4th of August. Silently I was delighted, yet this could prove problematic. I quickly asked who would be joining accompanying us on this trip. Several names that had come on the last trip appeared as well as some new ones, except for the one particular name that I was looking for: “Farmboy.” I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but it wouldn’t be the same without him. He really does bring a certain charm to the group.
After hearing this bit of news and ending my call I picked up the phone to alert “Farmboy” of the situation that had presented itself. Damn! I received voicemail. So I left the item of information as a recording for him to respond to. That is saying something considering I hate to leave a message when I don’t immediately reach someone.
Later on that evening I received to my surprise a call from “Farmboy” sounding chipper as ever. I reminded him of the notification I had left. We discussed that he would try, but gave no grantee that he could make the trip given the fact that he would be moving the week previous to that weekend. I also brought up my birthday which would be the following weekend after camping. I found myself with a negative response. He’d be helping his roommate and good friend move out of state, which is the reason he has to move.
If anything I’d like to have him go back to Turner Falls with us again. Screw my birthday, nothing ever seems to go right on that day; I swear it’s a cursed day for me. I just can’t imagine the lot of us traipsing back up to the falls with out him. It wouldn’t be the same if he wasn’t there taking pictures over the edge of a chair with his camera of the group, or walking around in his sexy shorts. If he does go back this time I think I need to let him interact more with the group rather than me. That way we can get to know everyone that we have yet had the chance to get to bond with.
I think I’ll get another bottle of wine if he does attend. He seemed to have liked that aspect of the adventure. I need to make a note to myself to get a raft of some sort this time; I really hated not having one the last time. What else should I get for the upcoming trip? A radio! “My Giant” said we wouldn’t want one the last trip, and of course we went round robin with everyone’s cars playing the radio as to not kill all the batteries. This next time I want to get a better tan. I didn’t even put on sun block and the only thing that barely turned pink was my shoulders; I’m so pasty still.
After my conversation with “Farmboy” I ran into “My Giant” online while typing up my blog who I had an in depth conversation with. He’s so insightful. I was feeling a little bummed and he always knows the right thing to say to make me feel better. Not to mention I somehow made him feel better. He has a very interesting way of looking at situations. I need to adopt his positive outlook on life.
Wednesday night I ended up calling “My Giant” to let him know I was finally going to be able to post my blog of the accounts of our weekend trip. It still needs to be edited and revised; I tried but gave up at some point in the process. I’m so sick of spending that much time writing on it that I plan on taking a break from it for a few days to rest my brain. As I skimmed the lengthy prose I noticed one major flaw. I have a tendency to repeat myself; or I should say, I repeat certain writing techniques. I find that to be quite undesirable, as well as the simplicity in the tone that I use. I could do so much better; and I have. Well in a day or two I’ll see where I can fix mistakes. I’m sure it will remain pretty much as it is now, but I want to go back and change one section specifically that I couldn’t express the way I wanted without any difficulty.
I’m hungry and need to start some laundry. I’m sure I’ll have more to write about and soon. There’s always something of interest going on. I hope that someone somewhere starts leaving comments with questions in them so I do not always have to pull material to write about out of my ass. Get it? I think my writing is nothing but shit? Eh, I could have made a better literary writing joke I know. Cheers mates.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Weekend Excursions, Part Three: The Climax
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Friday, July 20, 2007
Frustrated Antics
Would you look at the time? It’s just barely over six more hours until I can get the opportunity to get my grubby little hands on my own copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Damn the British! They are obtaining theirs now as I type. How I envy them. If anything, it would have been great to have gone to London, where I’m sure there are huge book launches going on, to collect my print since they will be the first in the world the manuscripts will be sold to. They are going to have a seven hour head start on me. Damn! It will probably take me ten hours to read from cover to cover. I even read the dedication page and all the table of contents. I was surprised by the ignorance I saw from readers of the Half-Blood Price. It seems no on bothered to scan the table of contents. There were some major plot reveals just in the chapter titles near the end of the book. By the time I finish this volume they will have been talking about the work of art J. K. Rowling did for a good six or seven hours on the last in the saga. It’s not fair!
I’m am attempting so very hard to concentrate on other matters; like camping, and Harry Potter, errands, and Harry Potter, talking to friends and staying away from the media, and even more Harry Potter on the brain. It just won’t leave me be. Then there’s the camping trip I’m looking forward to. I have to get through Harry Potter before I can camp. Otherwise I’ll always have one eye open for the opportunity to finish reading when I should be trying to flirt with a certain handsome young gentleman. It’s just all one big vicious cycle the keeps me on the edge of anticipation. Ugh, I’m so frustrated! I’m going stir crazy making an effort to take my mind off such affairs.
Well, I’ve decided I’m going to grab something to gnaw on first since I haven’t yet eaten this evening and I’m ravenous. Then I’ll venture out to purchase a case or two of beer for the camping trip and maybe a bottle of wine, with a stop at target to pick up a raft of some sort to lounge in on the river. Hopefully by then I’ll have wasted enough time so that I can hop on over to the bookstore where I reserved my copy and wait patiently in queue for it. So cheers mates I’ll talk to you all after my weekend excursions.
I’m am attempting so very hard to concentrate on other matters; like camping, and Harry Potter, errands, and Harry Potter, talking to friends and staying away from the media, and even more Harry Potter on the brain. It just won’t leave me be. Then there’s the camping trip I’m looking forward to. I have to get through Harry Potter before I can camp. Otherwise I’ll always have one eye open for the opportunity to finish reading when I should be trying to flirt with a certain handsome young gentleman. It’s just all one big vicious cycle the keeps me on the edge of anticipation. Ugh, I’m so frustrated! I’m going stir crazy making an effort to take my mind off such affairs.
Well, I’ve decided I’m going to grab something to gnaw on first since I haven’t yet eaten this evening and I’m ravenous. Then I’ll venture out to purchase a case or two of beer for the camping trip and maybe a bottle of wine, with a stop at target to pick up a raft of some sort to lounge in on the river. Hopefully by then I’ll have wasted enough time so that I can hop on over to the bookstore where I reserved my copy and wait patiently in queue for it. So cheers mates I’ll talk to you all after my weekend excursions.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Memory Lane
I just had a trip down memory lane.
This week I’ve been going through my stuff in the garage trying to clean it out and get rid of the junk. Well I’ve found a bunch of crap I’ve been looking for, stuff I had forgotten about, and things I didn’t even know existed.
Take for instance, a mini silver lunch box with a butterfly on it that I used my freshman year to carry various fun things in. I opened it up and was shocked to find it crammed with tons of memories. Some were notes that I had kept telling of a conversation I had with some girlfriend about what guys we thought were hot. Others were of trying to find a way to pass the time in a boring class. I had saved a picture of some guy I couldn’t remember the last name of. A ticket stub to a movie that I had seen with a group of girls was in there. There was even a ribbon commemorating the birth of someone’s sister or niece.
I only read a note here and there. I couldn’t believe how many notes I had crammed in there. Some were even from maybe seventh and eighth grade. People’s names kept popping up here and there that I hadn’t thought of in years. It was crazy to think back over such simpler times.
After getting a third of the way through this collection I had found a piece of paper with the guy’s name on it. You know the one in the picture that I couldn’t think of his last name. Not to mention I had already read a ‘pass it back and forth’ note talking about him, which I thought was about another boy with his first name. It was all coming back to me now. This was one of the guys in my freshman year that I had a huge crush on, that someone told him about, and he became angry and didn’t want to be my friend anymore. That note was between me and his girlfriend at the time talking about her being angry at him for him being angry with me. I know; such teen drama angst. Can we say soap opera? I hadn’t thought about him in years. I even have his full name, address, and phone number that his girlfriend at the time gave me when we were trying to get us back on good terms. How crazy is that?
Looking back, it’s good to know I had good taste in men back then as I do now. He was a hottie. In fact he even looks like this guy I know now that I don’ get along with so well. But the guy from now is too young to be him. That would have been too weird if he turned out to be gay, and ran into me giving me a different name.
This also got me started thinking about all the guys I had crushes on in school over the years. Like I said, I had great taste in guys, and it wasn’t always for the jock. I liked artists and band guys. What a frustrating time that was. Not one gay to hook up with, let alone him be hot. Ok I take that back, there was this one guys, who was not cute at all. He was the only one who ever wanted to date me, as well as hook up with me. However I wasn’t into him at all. I wish there was a way to remember all the guys I had a thing for, look them up, and see if the are still as hot now as when I went to school with them. Better yet, see if any of them are hot and gay.
I also miss all my old girlfriends. If it weren’t for them I’d never have made it through school with my sanity. I never had many guy friends. I’d maybe end up with one per year. It was the many girlfriends who stood up for me and drove off the gay bashers that made school endurable. They were some cool chicks. All of them were creative and talented in their own way. I’m sure today each and every one of them has a best gay friend. Luckily for me, I get claim to being the first gay best friend. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the first of your own kind while in school. You get to be the first something that people get introduced to and learn to respect as a person.
Ok, enough rambling. It’s late and I have other things I need to get done. I guess I’ll post this and continue reading through various things I’ve found in the garage that I brought in. I’m sure I’ll come across more. I’m hoping to find my old junior high and high school yearbooks. That will definitely bring back some old memories. It should be mandatory that everyone have a picture in their yearbook. I hate remembering someone, then to find out that they don’t have a picture in the book; that way, after several years you can remember who the hell you went to school with, as well as their crazy name. Well I guess this is goodnight. Cheers mates.
This week I’ve been going through my stuff in the garage trying to clean it out and get rid of the junk. Well I’ve found a bunch of crap I’ve been looking for, stuff I had forgotten about, and things I didn’t even know existed.
Take for instance, a mini silver lunch box with a butterfly on it that I used my freshman year to carry various fun things in. I opened it up and was shocked to find it crammed with tons of memories. Some were notes that I had kept telling of a conversation I had with some girlfriend about what guys we thought were hot. Others were of trying to find a way to pass the time in a boring class. I had saved a picture of some guy I couldn’t remember the last name of. A ticket stub to a movie that I had seen with a group of girls was in there. There was even a ribbon commemorating the birth of someone’s sister or niece.
I only read a note here and there. I couldn’t believe how many notes I had crammed in there. Some were even from maybe seventh and eighth grade. People’s names kept popping up here and there that I hadn’t thought of in years. It was crazy to think back over such simpler times.
After getting a third of the way through this collection I had found a piece of paper with the guy’s name on it. You know the one in the picture that I couldn’t think of his last name. Not to mention I had already read a ‘pass it back and forth’ note talking about him, which I thought was about another boy with his first name. It was all coming back to me now. This was one of the guys in my freshman year that I had a huge crush on, that someone told him about, and he became angry and didn’t want to be my friend anymore. That note was between me and his girlfriend at the time talking about her being angry at him for him being angry with me. I know; such teen drama angst. Can we say soap opera? I hadn’t thought about him in years. I even have his full name, address, and phone number that his girlfriend at the time gave me when we were trying to get us back on good terms. How crazy is that?
Looking back, it’s good to know I had good taste in men back then as I do now. He was a hottie. In fact he even looks like this guy I know now that I don’ get along with so well. But the guy from now is too young to be him. That would have been too weird if he turned out to be gay, and ran into me giving me a different name.
This also got me started thinking about all the guys I had crushes on in school over the years. Like I said, I had great taste in guys, and it wasn’t always for the jock. I liked artists and band guys. What a frustrating time that was. Not one gay to hook up with, let alone him be hot. Ok I take that back, there was this one guys, who was not cute at all. He was the only one who ever wanted to date me, as well as hook up with me. However I wasn’t into him at all. I wish there was a way to remember all the guys I had a thing for, look them up, and see if the are still as hot now as when I went to school with them. Better yet, see if any of them are hot and gay.
I also miss all my old girlfriends. If it weren’t for them I’d never have made it through school with my sanity. I never had many guy friends. I’d maybe end up with one per year. It was the many girlfriends who stood up for me and drove off the gay bashers that made school endurable. They were some cool chicks. All of them were creative and talented in their own way. I’m sure today each and every one of them has a best gay friend. Luckily for me, I get claim to being the first gay best friend. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the first of your own kind while in school. You get to be the first something that people get introduced to and learn to respect as a person.
Ok, enough rambling. It’s late and I have other things I need to get done. I guess I’ll post this and continue reading through various things I’ve found in the garage that I brought in. I’m sure I’ll come across more. I’m hoping to find my old junior high and high school yearbooks. That will definitely bring back some old memories. It should be mandatory that everyone have a picture in their yearbook. I hate remembering someone, then to find out that they don’t have a picture in the book; that way, after several years you can remember who the hell you went to school with, as well as their crazy name. Well I guess this is goodnight. Cheers mates.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Weekend Excursions, Part Two: The Build Up
Weekend Excursions
Part Two: The Build Up
15-16 July 2007
Sunday I received a call from “My Giant” once again asking me to come hang out with him and “The Hobbit” at our regular spot, a gay bar in Oak Lawn, on our typical hang out day, Sunday. It’s just a typical Sunday for us hanging out with various friends who show up and leave the bar.
However, I accidentally pissed off our usual barman, by absentmindedly taking half a pint of Guinness out the door. Jeeze, I feel bad. I hope he didn’t get into too much trouble over that. I didn’t mean to. I was just busy in conversation and hadn’t realized when all of a sudden I’m getting yelled at by, I’m guessing the on duty manager, saying he can hold the drink for me at the bar. That is one of the very few times I’ve ever been embarrassed in Oak Lawn.
Anyways, “The Good Witch” showed up at some point in the evening, which I hadn’t seen in probably a year. She is a blast. I miss her brother, “The Wizard.” At some point “The Hobbit” decided he was going home early. “My Giant” made it clear that he’d be home later, and since the both of them drove a car over to the bar, that they could each leave when they wanted. More talking, drinking, smoking, and good times were to be had.
“The Good Witch” explained she was going to this really cool blues bar in downtown later to see a friend play. Of course we went; we all like diversity and culture. What a blast we had. After being there for a few minutes, “My Giant” and I got out on the dance floor in front of a straight crowd and cut a rug. Well I’m not as good as a dancer as he, or I once was, or thought I was, as well as I needed more to drink and a different type of music to dance to. But it was fun none-the-less.
A lovely Latin woman and her sister sat beside us. At some point she reached over and dangled a jalapeño pepper in front of my mouth. Well being from Texas and use to spicy food since growing up on the stuff, I bit a good third of it off. “My Giant” had the middle third, and I took the last of it. It was tasty for about a few seconds, and then the burning started. It was one of those extra spicy hot ones. Damn, we were nearly on the verge of tears. I grabbed some free cake from a birthday party that was held there that nite, for both me and “My Giant” to down trying to rid the burning with cream and spongy cake.
Later “The Good Witch’s” friend, “The Frenchman” showed up to hang out and play his guitar. He is one cool cat. He’s a bit shy, but very cool, and it helps that “The Good Witch” brings out his personality. Those two have good chemistry together.
After the club closed we split up and went home. Of course I went with “My Giant” since he had the following work day off. Once back to his place I stripped and climbed into bed with “The Hobbit” and him. We passed out quickly since it was so late.
Morning came early and “The Hobbit” left for work. We were left alone and me horny. So we fooled around for a bit then lay in bed watching TV. We pried ourselves out of bed to make breakfast; a nice egg cheese bacon sandwich. It hit the spot nicely. All it really needed was a hot pot of tea. I’ve grown quite nicely to having tea, even more so with breakfast.
Then to the couch to watch TV; we took power naps like Joey and Ross did on Friends. It was great. Then “The Hobbit” came home to watch TV with us on the couch. Since he took the car with gas and “My Giant” having left his credit card at the bar, we were stuck at home all day when we should have been getting errands done.
Now I could get a ride home. On the way I was told by “My Giant” that this up coming weekend he, “The Hobbit,” and “Farmboy,” plus a few other good friends were heading to Turner Falls to go camping. This is something that has been put off all summer due to everyone’s schedules not lining up correctly. So we talked a little about what to bring since it has been forever and a day since I’ve gone camping. Then I was home.
Now to the real meat of the story; the camping trip. I am so stoked, I’ve only been camping once and it was to Turner Falls. So I know what I’m in for. Now that I’m older I’ll get to enjoy it more and plan some fun activities.
I tried calling “Farmboy” earlier and received voicemail. This time I left a message unlike I typically do. Since he is closer to our destination he will be driving there separately from us: “The Hobbit,” “My Giant,” and me. I wanted to know if he had a tent and or sleeping bag. Because I don’t think the ones I used ten or more year ago exist anymore; I’m still going through the garage looking for them. I plan on getting a new tent and sleeping bag no matter what. But my main focus is making sure that the two of us end up sleeping in the same tent. Is it so wrong that I want someone to physically sleep with that I actually like, instead of getting away from the trick as soon as possible?
I’ve made a list of what all I need to bring, most of which I have. I did go out and get a few things since I’m either out of or can’t bring with me. Ironically mostly everything I’m taking has green on it somewhere. I didn’t plan it that way it just happened. Now anything new I need to get for this trip needs to be green. I’m such a dork, I know.
What’s even funnier is that both “My Giant” and I are going to get our Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows books at midnight Saturday morning and read on the trip there. I plan on staying up all night just to see if I can get through the book before we reach Turner Falls then power nap. It took me ten hours to read the fifth book which was the longest in the series, and this one is just barely shorter than that. So let’s keep our fingers crossed that I can finish it before everyone shows up.
I need to call “My Giant” to find out all the details of this weekend, like who’s getting there at what time, and when I should be expecting them to pick me up. That way I can go over the list I made with him to see if I forgot something. Plus my best girlfriend, “Queen Bee” gave me a great idea; S’mores. I’ll have to give him money for food and drinks, which I’m sure he’ll buy the night before.
I’m really excited about this trip. It’s been several years since I’ve taken any kind of vacation, outside of family holidays, which come to think of it there hasn’t been one of those neither. This will be the first trip I have ever taken with “My Giant,” as well as “The Hobbit.” I know it will be great. I want to go play in the woods with “Farmboy” or under a waterfall. I bought two disposable cameras because I have no pictures of any of my friends. It’s pathetic, I know, and it’s always been like that. This way I can capture the fun.
Well I’ll have to wait out the week to get my Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows book, as well as go camping with my best friends; Its just killing me having to wait this long. Yes, I know its only two days away, but the build up is killing me. Cheers Mates.
Part Two: The Build Up
15-16 July 2007
Sunday I received a call from “My Giant” once again asking me to come hang out with him and “The Hobbit” at our regular spot, a gay bar in Oak Lawn, on our typical hang out day, Sunday. It’s just a typical Sunday for us hanging out with various friends who show up and leave the bar.
However, I accidentally pissed off our usual barman, by absentmindedly taking half a pint of Guinness out the door. Jeeze, I feel bad. I hope he didn’t get into too much trouble over that. I didn’t mean to. I was just busy in conversation and hadn’t realized when all of a sudden I’m getting yelled at by, I’m guessing the on duty manager, saying he can hold the drink for me at the bar. That is one of the very few times I’ve ever been embarrassed in Oak Lawn.
Anyways, “The Good Witch” showed up at some point in the evening, which I hadn’t seen in probably a year. She is a blast. I miss her brother, “The Wizard.” At some point “The Hobbit” decided he was going home early. “My Giant” made it clear that he’d be home later, and since the both of them drove a car over to the bar, that they could each leave when they wanted. More talking, drinking, smoking, and good times were to be had.
“The Good Witch” explained she was going to this really cool blues bar in downtown later to see a friend play. Of course we went; we all like diversity and culture. What a blast we had. After being there for a few minutes, “My Giant” and I got out on the dance floor in front of a straight crowd and cut a rug. Well I’m not as good as a dancer as he, or I once was, or thought I was, as well as I needed more to drink and a different type of music to dance to. But it was fun none-the-less.
A lovely Latin woman and her sister sat beside us. At some point she reached over and dangled a jalapeño pepper in front of my mouth. Well being from Texas and use to spicy food since growing up on the stuff, I bit a good third of it off. “My Giant” had the middle third, and I took the last of it. It was tasty for about a few seconds, and then the burning started. It was one of those extra spicy hot ones. Damn, we were nearly on the verge of tears. I grabbed some free cake from a birthday party that was held there that nite, for both me and “My Giant” to down trying to rid the burning with cream and spongy cake.
Later “The Good Witch’s” friend, “The Frenchman” showed up to hang out and play his guitar. He is one cool cat. He’s a bit shy, but very cool, and it helps that “The Good Witch” brings out his personality. Those two have good chemistry together.
After the club closed we split up and went home. Of course I went with “My Giant” since he had the following work day off. Once back to his place I stripped and climbed into bed with “The Hobbit” and him. We passed out quickly since it was so late.
Morning came early and “The Hobbit” left for work. We were left alone and me horny. So we fooled around for a bit then lay in bed watching TV. We pried ourselves out of bed to make breakfast; a nice egg cheese bacon sandwich. It hit the spot nicely. All it really needed was a hot pot of tea. I’ve grown quite nicely to having tea, even more so with breakfast.
Then to the couch to watch TV; we took power naps like Joey and Ross did on Friends. It was great. Then “The Hobbit” came home to watch TV with us on the couch. Since he took the car with gas and “My Giant” having left his credit card at the bar, we were stuck at home all day when we should have been getting errands done.
Now I could get a ride home. On the way I was told by “My Giant” that this up coming weekend he, “The Hobbit,” and “Farmboy,” plus a few other good friends were heading to Turner Falls to go camping. This is something that has been put off all summer due to everyone’s schedules not lining up correctly. So we talked a little about what to bring since it has been forever and a day since I’ve gone camping. Then I was home.
Now to the real meat of the story; the camping trip. I am so stoked, I’ve only been camping once and it was to Turner Falls. So I know what I’m in for. Now that I’m older I’ll get to enjoy it more and plan some fun activities.
I tried calling “Farmboy” earlier and received voicemail. This time I left a message unlike I typically do. Since he is closer to our destination he will be driving there separately from us: “The Hobbit,” “My Giant,” and me. I wanted to know if he had a tent and or sleeping bag. Because I don’t think the ones I used ten or more year ago exist anymore; I’m still going through the garage looking for them. I plan on getting a new tent and sleeping bag no matter what. But my main focus is making sure that the two of us end up sleeping in the same tent. Is it so wrong that I want someone to physically sleep with that I actually like, instead of getting away from the trick as soon as possible?
I’ve made a list of what all I need to bring, most of which I have. I did go out and get a few things since I’m either out of or can’t bring with me. Ironically mostly everything I’m taking has green on it somewhere. I didn’t plan it that way it just happened. Now anything new I need to get for this trip needs to be green. I’m such a dork, I know.
What’s even funnier is that both “My Giant” and I are going to get our Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows books at midnight Saturday morning and read on the trip there. I plan on staying up all night just to see if I can get through the book before we reach Turner Falls then power nap. It took me ten hours to read the fifth book which was the longest in the series, and this one is just barely shorter than that. So let’s keep our fingers crossed that I can finish it before everyone shows up.
I need to call “My Giant” to find out all the details of this weekend, like who’s getting there at what time, and when I should be expecting them to pick me up. That way I can go over the list I made with him to see if I forgot something. Plus my best girlfriend, “Queen Bee” gave me a great idea; S’mores. I’ll have to give him money for food and drinks, which I’m sure he’ll buy the night before.
I’m really excited about this trip. It’s been several years since I’ve taken any kind of vacation, outside of family holidays, which come to think of it there hasn’t been one of those neither. This will be the first trip I have ever taken with “My Giant,” as well as “The Hobbit.” I know it will be great. I want to go play in the woods with “Farmboy” or under a waterfall. I bought two disposable cameras because I have no pictures of any of my friends. It’s pathetic, I know, and it’s always been like that. This way I can capture the fun.
Well I’ll have to wait out the week to get my Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows book, as well as go camping with my best friends; Its just killing me having to wait this long. Yes, I know its only two days away, but the build up is killing me. Cheers Mates.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Weekend Excursions, Part One: The Beginnings
Weekend Excursions
Part One: The Beginnings
7-10 July 2007
Ok, let me update you on what is going on in my world. Well two Saturdays ago I was called up by my best friend (we’ll call him “My Giant” since he’s tall) to come and hang out. Well next thing I knew Saturday turned into Tuesday morning before I came back home; and it was so worth it.
When I arrived at the bar, “My Giant”, an acquaintance (“Mr. Legs”), and this really hot guy (“Farmboy”) were there waiting for me to arrive. Let me just say the moment I saw “Farmboy” I was hooked. He has this cheshire grin that can light up a room, and when he talks, an accent that can melt your heart like butter. He could read the dictionary aloud and make it sound sexy. Anyways, my friends and I hang out at the local gay bar to mainly play pool and drink with a group of friends. Which, that group seems to have grown and changed over the years, but always has the same core people that are there for each other. So after a nite of drinking, I find out “Farmboy” is from out of town staying with my best friend for the weekend, So naturally we invite anyone hot who wants to come back to hang out. “Mr. Legs” had spent the previous nite where he was a little on the naughty side and didn’t want to stay a second. I think it was because I asked him, more so than he was too tired. I’m not sure why he doesn’t care to hang out with me, but all I can say is at least he’s always been cordial to me.
As most who know me, know that I don’t date. I’m no good when it comes to keeping a man; I’ll scare them off, but more of that another time. All you need to know at the time being is that when I want something, I’ll go after it. Typically I spend the nite on the couch alone since I don’t like to interrupt “My Giant” and his husband, “The Hobbit” when and if they want to play, even though I’m welcome to cuddle with them. So I had already devised the plan to get this guy to cuddle with me that nite no matter if we’d be spending the nite on the couch or the guest bedroom. Just so you know the couch is this vortex that sucks you into coziness and falling asleep when you’re lazy, or tired, or too damn drunk. After a few hours of hanging out, talking, more drinking, and a movie, “My Giant” went to bed since “The Hobbit” had already.
Finally, I’ve got this guy to myself. In the past, any fly that was caught in my web didn’t stand a chance. But as of lately, I’ve grown less predatorily on men that I could pick up. Besides I wasn’t interested in “Farmboy” just for his body, I’d like to keep him as a friend. Ok, maybe a friend that I can fool around with but that’s really his call. I know when not to push. I told him that it would be nice for a change to have someone to cuddle with. He didn’t care for the guest bedroom’s futon so we tried to get comfy on the couch. But two grown men, who move around in their sleep, still weren’t going to fit on that couch comfortably no matter even if it is a large sofa. So I took the futon. After all, he’s the guest; he should be the one to get the comfier bed.
I was so miserable and frustrated. I had spent all this time wanting to feel his arm around me as we slept, and now, I was going to be sleeping alone. After stripping down and getting comfortable, which wasn’t easy, “Farmboy” was right the futon was hard, I heard the door open. My heart started pumping fast. “Farmboy” crept in and crawled into bed with me putting his arm around my chest pulling me close. Instant hard on, sorry I couldn’t help it. The guy is just that hot to where a simple touch can do it for me. So we laid there in total darkness listening to each others heart beat and breathing pattern before I took the plunge. I turned over, said, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do”, and then kissed him.
Not only did his Old Spice cologne, which we were both wearing, turn me on from the smell, but his lips tasted just as good. Never mind the cigarettes and booze that had been on both our tongues previously. So of course I striped him down out of his pajama bottoms and t-shirt to his tighty-whities. He’s that kind of guy, the kind who can make them look sexy as hell. Well I couldn’t see them yet; we were in the dark, remember? He said he didn’t want to do anything serious, so trying to be a gentleman; I asked if it was alright to at least get him off. After a few minutes I was wearing a new sent and hornier than ever when he bolted out the door with his blanket pulling his pants on, saying he wasn’t ready. Feeling like an ass, I feel back on my pillow pondering why I scare off so many guys close to my age. It’s the men over 40/50 that I can’t get rid of.
Done with feeling sorry for myself I put on a pair of pants and went out to the back porch to smoke a cigarette since I was even more frustrated now that I had not gotten off, as well as screwed things up with “Farmboy.” A few minutes later he came out and sat down beside me. I took his hand and listened. He said it wasn’t me, that it was him. He had gotten out of a bad relationship and wasn’t ready to find himself in a confusing situation till he could figure some things out for himself. That was fine by me. I told him I’d be his friend first and foremost, that I understood what he was asking, and if and when he was ready I’d really like to fool around so nothing serious. So he took the couch and I slept alone, again, and on the hard futon.
Next morning everyone woke up but me; I was exhausted after a nite of hard core drinking and being on the receiving end of an emotional outpour. Breakfast had been made and partially eaten when I finally woke. “Farmboy” helped, by making these great scrambled eggs with onions that I had never had anything of the likes before. He keeps getting better and better. Now was time for everyone to grab a quick shower since we had somewhere to be by one in the afternoon. If I weren’t so self-conscience unlike I use to be, I’d have jumped in and washed “Farmboy” from head to toe. But I respected his privacy.
Cut to driving across town with “Farmboy” at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, with “The “Hobbit” and “My Giant” in the backseat. It took everything I had to not put my hand on his thigh as he drove and stroke it. Mainly because “The Hobbit” and “My Giant” could see and know how much I liked my new friend, as well as I didn’t want to come across as too mushy. It’s been forever since someone has made me feel like a seventh grade school girl. But at one point in all the seventies music and jokes I did for a few moments get to steal a part of his thigh, only to be brought back to reality that people were watching from behind and would know my secret desire.
We arrive at “Poolshark” and his husband, “Mr. Quiet’s” house for an afternoon barbecue. I had never been to their place before, its nice, and most important, has a billiard table. Anyone who knows me knows I love to play pool. I’m not the best, but I can sometimes get lucky and do quite well. I found out that “Poolshark”, “Mr. Quiet”, and “My Giant” all play World of Warcraft during drinking and playing pool, while the hamburgers cooked. Small world it seems. An acquaintance and “Could Be A Model” showed up at some point that afternoon. I’m not sure, but at some point in the day I let my guard down, I blame it one the Old Spice, but being horny from not getting off the night before might have had something to do with it as well, and did nothing but outright flirt with “Farmboy” for the remainder of the day. I was even scolded for doing so by “Poolshark.” I can’t help it; my dick seems to win in those circumstances and not my reasoning. Not to mention drinking beer with shots will loosen me up. But lets face it, when you have a hot guy in front of you that isn’t saying get away from me when you’re hitting on him; you’re not going to stop. Eventually we had to head back out since it was dark and had been there most of the day.
“The Hobbit” went to bed early leaving “My Giant”, “Farmboy”, and me to entertain ourselves again. More drinking, a movie, and talking pursued acknowledging the fact that “Farmboy” would be leaving later that day, Monday morning. Then “My Giant” stood up declaring he had to get some sleep since he had work in the morning like “The Hobbit” did. Alone, again, with “Farmboy.” We talked for a while, and then I headed to my hard lonely futon. A minute or two later I hear the door open, a voice saying he didn’t want to spend the nite on the sofa alone, and would stomach the crappy futon. Boy did I have a big smile on my face. We both passed out from the beer and crazy day holding each other. That was one hell of a restful night’s sleep. Every now and then we’d end up wrapping our arms around the other after having been on our own side of the bed for a while. It was great.
That morning I woke up early since I knew “My Giant” would be giving me a ride home and headed to the living room to wait. I let “Farmboy” sleep, he needed it for the three hour trip he’d be taking alone. He’d be gettng road-head non-stop if I had gone with him. “The Hobbit” had already left for work and “My Giant” was in the shower. “Farmboy” came strolling into the living room and plopped himself down beside me. Man that sofa is cozy, because next thing I know “My Giant” is hovering over us telling “Farmboy” he can stay as long as he likes and to make himself at home. I’m about to put on my shoes when “Farmboy” announces that he will be staying one last day. Like anyone needed to ask if I’d be going home. You couldn’t have dragged me away.
There we were alone, yet once again. How is it in the past when I want to fool around with some guy who wants me, that I can’t find a deserted space? But at the present, I’m given tons of alone time and trying not to push him into anything he’s not comfortable doing. Well cuddling on the couch led to morning woodies for both of us. So naturally we hopped in the big glass shower to get clean, to get off, and then clean again. I had the lights turned down low and wish I looked as good as he did. Hopefully he didn’t pick up on my insecurities I have about my body. Then again, I was doing my job right, so I’m sure he didn’t.
The afternoon was spent watching a movie I had never seen. It was good, but seemed long. More lounging on the couch. Then “My Giant” came home. More talking, laughing, and a game of Monopoly broke out, which I lost, then “Farmboy.” “My Giant” almost always wins at any game he plays; damn his high IQ. “The Hobbit” came home, so “My Giant” and “Farmboy” went shopping for dinner. Breakfast was just a taste of his cooking skills. He made dinner all by himself. He is one hell of a cook. Another lazy nite was spent watching TV. It was called Greek, some new funny show about starting college and joining a fraternity. Then we headed to bed early since I’d be getting up to be dropped off at home by “My Giant” and “Farmboy” needed to get back to his neck of the woods.
I woke up early the next morning with “Farmboy” beside me to hear “My Giant” showering. He then came in the guest bedroom and layed down with us. I was in the middle of two hot guys flanking me, which had reminded me of a similar time that “My Giant” and I had a few years ago. Then the moment was broken. “Farmboy” got out of bed and went to gather his things. I was bummed out. I was hoping for this to turn into something, considering I know that “My Giant” and “Farmboy” had fooled around. It would have been hot to have done something between all three of us. So we dragged ourselves out of the room to help locate various belongings of “Farmboy” before splitting up to drive off. It was really cute the way we left. It was “My Giant” and I in his truck, with “Farmboy” driving beside us for a good portion of my ride home. It sucked to have to wave at each other as the fork in the highway tore our paths in two from each other. The last I saw of him was a big grin and hearty wave as he drove off. The next thing I knew I was at my driveway walking up to my door wondering when I’d see him next.
Well that was my fun weekend with “Farmboy.” There’s more to come on this story I’m sure, so stayed tuned.
Part One: The Beginnings
7-10 July 2007
Ok, let me update you on what is going on in my world. Well two Saturdays ago I was called up by my best friend (we’ll call him “My Giant” since he’s tall) to come and hang out. Well next thing I knew Saturday turned into Tuesday morning before I came back home; and it was so worth it.
When I arrived at the bar, “My Giant”, an acquaintance (“Mr. Legs”), and this really hot guy (“Farmboy”) were there waiting for me to arrive. Let me just say the moment I saw “Farmboy” I was hooked. He has this cheshire grin that can light up a room, and when he talks, an accent that can melt your heart like butter. He could read the dictionary aloud and make it sound sexy. Anyways, my friends and I hang out at the local gay bar to mainly play pool and drink with a group of friends. Which, that group seems to have grown and changed over the years, but always has the same core people that are there for each other. So after a nite of drinking, I find out “Farmboy” is from out of town staying with my best friend for the weekend, So naturally we invite anyone hot who wants to come back to hang out. “Mr. Legs” had spent the previous nite where he was a little on the naughty side and didn’t want to stay a second. I think it was because I asked him, more so than he was too tired. I’m not sure why he doesn’t care to hang out with me, but all I can say is at least he’s always been cordial to me.
As most who know me, know that I don’t date. I’m no good when it comes to keeping a man; I’ll scare them off, but more of that another time. All you need to know at the time being is that when I want something, I’ll go after it. Typically I spend the nite on the couch alone since I don’t like to interrupt “My Giant” and his husband, “The Hobbit” when and if they want to play, even though I’m welcome to cuddle with them. So I had already devised the plan to get this guy to cuddle with me that nite no matter if we’d be spending the nite on the couch or the guest bedroom. Just so you know the couch is this vortex that sucks you into coziness and falling asleep when you’re lazy, or tired, or too damn drunk. After a few hours of hanging out, talking, more drinking, and a movie, “My Giant” went to bed since “The Hobbit” had already.
Finally, I’ve got this guy to myself. In the past, any fly that was caught in my web didn’t stand a chance. But as of lately, I’ve grown less predatorily on men that I could pick up. Besides I wasn’t interested in “Farmboy” just for his body, I’d like to keep him as a friend. Ok, maybe a friend that I can fool around with but that’s really his call. I know when not to push. I told him that it would be nice for a change to have someone to cuddle with. He didn’t care for the guest bedroom’s futon so we tried to get comfy on the couch. But two grown men, who move around in their sleep, still weren’t going to fit on that couch comfortably no matter even if it is a large sofa. So I took the futon. After all, he’s the guest; he should be the one to get the comfier bed.
I was so miserable and frustrated. I had spent all this time wanting to feel his arm around me as we slept, and now, I was going to be sleeping alone. After stripping down and getting comfortable, which wasn’t easy, “Farmboy” was right the futon was hard, I heard the door open. My heart started pumping fast. “Farmboy” crept in and crawled into bed with me putting his arm around my chest pulling me close. Instant hard on, sorry I couldn’t help it. The guy is just that hot to where a simple touch can do it for me. So we laid there in total darkness listening to each others heart beat and breathing pattern before I took the plunge. I turned over, said, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do”, and then kissed him.
Not only did his Old Spice cologne, which we were both wearing, turn me on from the smell, but his lips tasted just as good. Never mind the cigarettes and booze that had been on both our tongues previously. So of course I striped him down out of his pajama bottoms and t-shirt to his tighty-whities. He’s that kind of guy, the kind who can make them look sexy as hell. Well I couldn’t see them yet; we were in the dark, remember? He said he didn’t want to do anything serious, so trying to be a gentleman; I asked if it was alright to at least get him off. After a few minutes I was wearing a new sent and hornier than ever when he bolted out the door with his blanket pulling his pants on, saying he wasn’t ready. Feeling like an ass, I feel back on my pillow pondering why I scare off so many guys close to my age. It’s the men over 40/50 that I can’t get rid of.
Done with feeling sorry for myself I put on a pair of pants and went out to the back porch to smoke a cigarette since I was even more frustrated now that I had not gotten off, as well as screwed things up with “Farmboy.” A few minutes later he came out and sat down beside me. I took his hand and listened. He said it wasn’t me, that it was him. He had gotten out of a bad relationship and wasn’t ready to find himself in a confusing situation till he could figure some things out for himself. That was fine by me. I told him I’d be his friend first and foremost, that I understood what he was asking, and if and when he was ready I’d really like to fool around so nothing serious. So he took the couch and I slept alone, again, and on the hard futon.
Next morning everyone woke up but me; I was exhausted after a nite of hard core drinking and being on the receiving end of an emotional outpour. Breakfast had been made and partially eaten when I finally woke. “Farmboy” helped, by making these great scrambled eggs with onions that I had never had anything of the likes before. He keeps getting better and better. Now was time for everyone to grab a quick shower since we had somewhere to be by one in the afternoon. If I weren’t so self-conscience unlike I use to be, I’d have jumped in and washed “Farmboy” from head to toe. But I respected his privacy.
Cut to driving across town with “Farmboy” at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, with “The “Hobbit” and “My Giant” in the backseat. It took everything I had to not put my hand on his thigh as he drove and stroke it. Mainly because “The Hobbit” and “My Giant” could see and know how much I liked my new friend, as well as I didn’t want to come across as too mushy. It’s been forever since someone has made me feel like a seventh grade school girl. But at one point in all the seventies music and jokes I did for a few moments get to steal a part of his thigh, only to be brought back to reality that people were watching from behind and would know my secret desire.
We arrive at “Poolshark” and his husband, “Mr. Quiet’s” house for an afternoon barbecue. I had never been to their place before, its nice, and most important, has a billiard table. Anyone who knows me knows I love to play pool. I’m not the best, but I can sometimes get lucky and do quite well. I found out that “Poolshark”, “Mr. Quiet”, and “My Giant” all play World of Warcraft during drinking and playing pool, while the hamburgers cooked. Small world it seems. An acquaintance and “Could Be A Model” showed up at some point that afternoon. I’m not sure, but at some point in the day I let my guard down, I blame it one the Old Spice, but being horny from not getting off the night before might have had something to do with it as well, and did nothing but outright flirt with “Farmboy” for the remainder of the day. I was even scolded for doing so by “Poolshark.” I can’t help it; my dick seems to win in those circumstances and not my reasoning. Not to mention drinking beer with shots will loosen me up. But lets face it, when you have a hot guy in front of you that isn’t saying get away from me when you’re hitting on him; you’re not going to stop. Eventually we had to head back out since it was dark and had been there most of the day.
“The Hobbit” went to bed early leaving “My Giant”, “Farmboy”, and me to entertain ourselves again. More drinking, a movie, and talking pursued acknowledging the fact that “Farmboy” would be leaving later that day, Monday morning. Then “My Giant” stood up declaring he had to get some sleep since he had work in the morning like “The Hobbit” did. Alone, again, with “Farmboy.” We talked for a while, and then I headed to my hard lonely futon. A minute or two later I hear the door open, a voice saying he didn’t want to spend the nite on the sofa alone, and would stomach the crappy futon. Boy did I have a big smile on my face. We both passed out from the beer and crazy day holding each other. That was one hell of a restful night’s sleep. Every now and then we’d end up wrapping our arms around the other after having been on our own side of the bed for a while. It was great.
That morning I woke up early since I knew “My Giant” would be giving me a ride home and headed to the living room to wait. I let “Farmboy” sleep, he needed it for the three hour trip he’d be taking alone. He’d be gettng road-head non-stop if I had gone with him. “The Hobbit” had already left for work and “My Giant” was in the shower. “Farmboy” came strolling into the living room and plopped himself down beside me. Man that sofa is cozy, because next thing I know “My Giant” is hovering over us telling “Farmboy” he can stay as long as he likes and to make himself at home. I’m about to put on my shoes when “Farmboy” announces that he will be staying one last day. Like anyone needed to ask if I’d be going home. You couldn’t have dragged me away.
There we were alone, yet once again. How is it in the past when I want to fool around with some guy who wants me, that I can’t find a deserted space? But at the present, I’m given tons of alone time and trying not to push him into anything he’s not comfortable doing. Well cuddling on the couch led to morning woodies for both of us. So naturally we hopped in the big glass shower to get clean, to get off, and then clean again. I had the lights turned down low and wish I looked as good as he did. Hopefully he didn’t pick up on my insecurities I have about my body. Then again, I was doing my job right, so I’m sure he didn’t.
The afternoon was spent watching a movie I had never seen. It was good, but seemed long. More lounging on the couch. Then “My Giant” came home. More talking, laughing, and a game of Monopoly broke out, which I lost, then “Farmboy.” “My Giant” almost always wins at any game he plays; damn his high IQ. “The Hobbit” came home, so “My Giant” and “Farmboy” went shopping for dinner. Breakfast was just a taste of his cooking skills. He made dinner all by himself. He is one hell of a cook. Another lazy nite was spent watching TV. It was called Greek, some new funny show about starting college and joining a fraternity. Then we headed to bed early since I’d be getting up to be dropped off at home by “My Giant” and “Farmboy” needed to get back to his neck of the woods.
I woke up early the next morning with “Farmboy” beside me to hear “My Giant” showering. He then came in the guest bedroom and layed down with us. I was in the middle of two hot guys flanking me, which had reminded me of a similar time that “My Giant” and I had a few years ago. Then the moment was broken. “Farmboy” got out of bed and went to gather his things. I was bummed out. I was hoping for this to turn into something, considering I know that “My Giant” and “Farmboy” had fooled around. It would have been hot to have done something between all three of us. So we dragged ourselves out of the room to help locate various belongings of “Farmboy” before splitting up to drive off. It was really cute the way we left. It was “My Giant” and I in his truck, with “Farmboy” driving beside us for a good portion of my ride home. It sucked to have to wave at each other as the fork in the highway tore our paths in two from each other. The last I saw of him was a big grin and hearty wave as he drove off. The next thing I knew I was at my driveway walking up to my door wondering when I’d see him next.
Well that was my fun weekend with “Farmboy.” There’s more to come on this story I’m sure, so stayed tuned.
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