I love the theatre….I’ve been enamoured with it for the last oh let’s say 5 years, ever since they had their first broadway series and I bought season tickets. Well tickets for Hairspreay went on sale today and I’m going to go with Ms Baker. It’s going to be marvelous. I’ve never actually seen it before, which seems to surprise everyone. How many times do I have to tell them, I’m a late bloomer. I’ve only been gay for a couple of years now… Hmmm, funnily enough it was right about the time I started going to the theatre in the first place. Maybe it’s the air in the hall. That’s the hall over to the left. It’s called Basshall, built by the uber rich Bass family. They built another one quite some years back down in Austin, but this one is newer and shinier. It’s my favorite theatre to attend. It’s absolutely gorgeous inside and no seat is a bad seat well except way at the top and to the right of the stage, you can’t see the whole stage, or maybe I’m just a bit biased about that one visit because I pulled a muscle that day and pretty much aggravated it trying to see the stage…I forget what it was we were watching, I ahd gone with my friend Carolyn, her company had gotten tickets and she invited me. next day, I’m in excruciating pain and have to go to the emergency room. My first time ever in the emergency room, except for the time my brother threw a coffee can at me because I found a marble that he wanted and I wouldn’t give it to him, Two stitches, thank you very much….but I got side tracked. The acoustics are tremendous. Truly, its a beautiful theatre. needless to say I am looking forward to Hairspray.

Anyway…onto other happenings. Went out to S4 Thursday night with Jennifer G. It was fun. Saw Chris out there and we hung out for a bit. A couple of his friends danced in the dance off . It was really slim pickings, but that seems to be the case these days. I was even given a number, not that I intend to call it, he wasn’t exactly my type in the least bit. And maybe it was a bit odd that he was calling me a prophet and all this other gobbledy gook that just made me think, uhm, no thanks. Or maybe it was the proposition that he put somewhat less tactfully. I told him I was a good southern baptist,…maybe that’s where the prophet stuff came in to play. I don’t know.
You know, I spent the majority of yesterday, copying and pasting all my old journals into a word document from like 5 different blogging sites….diaryland, journalspace, livejournal, myspace and xanga…..after all was said and done, except that I haven’t done myspace or xanga yet, but after all was said and done yesterday, I had over 600,000 words and almost 600 pages of text. Who would have thought the last 5 years I would have had so much to say. But let me tell you, memory lane, while sometimes such a delightful trip, proves to be rather bumpy and chaotic too. The ups and downs, the friendships, the loves, not to mention the mere day to day events and stuff….it was kinda weird, like I was reliving it all again just in a fast forward type of motion. I have a picture up of the first casualty of the War on Terror….sadly I don’t know anyone who would remember his name….I have an entry about 9/11….the space shuttle disaster….my trip to london…..
I still have to edit it though….because some of them I wrote simultaneously….like the one titled Catharsis, I was writing at the same time I had a secret one about being in love with Derek,….which was before I started writing the one called Empty Closet…..but just by the mere titles you can see my transition from quiet unassuming straight guy to the bright and cheerful, proud albeit still a bit introverted gay man….hehe….it’s all there….a nice little chronology with all the drama that goes with it. LOL….James Frey ain’t got nothing on me….Dear Oprah, I have a memoir for you and it’s not embellished or altered to protect the innocent….lol….except for the “it’s all in the numbers entry” about the birthday escapade that we all took part in one year for Wade’s birthday….oh that was hilarious….I laughed so hard when I reread that, because the night was such a disaster….
I’m so ready for a vacation. Reading about my last one makes me want to go again, even if its the same place and doing the same things. It was fun, except for the Starbuck hot chocolate incident. Nothing like walking the streets of London with hot chocolate spilled all down your front and having to walk back to the hotel and change. But still, all in all, a quite delightful time. It was London afterall.
Work has been rather blah lately. Aside from the fact that my boss has been on vacation this week, which is always nice, still we’ve had people call in and no show and everything that makes being in charge suck. But our calendar kiosks both go down next week so that will be teh end of that, thank goodness. And my schedule next week is actually good. I actually have a Saturday off. I think this will be the first Saturday that I’ve had off since I came back to this store, which was last January. So I should celebrate that in style. What to do? I dunno yet, but I’ve a week to think about it. Yay.
Okay, I think that should be it, I have to get ready for work, since I’m not off this Saturday. sigh.

Intermission: My day in big D….

So I spent the day in big D, Dallas.  A rather long day as it was pointed out to me by someone who may not be as brilliant at air hockey as he would like to think, but then again, that could have been a fluke.   I’m certain a rematch is in order, but until then I am the champion and he, well he did come in second place, which does say something….okay, yes, yes, it was just the two of us playing, but what kind of sport would I be if I were to call him the loser.   SUch horrible connotations that word….but I’m getting ahead of myself.  
I hopped the train in the wee hours of the morning, because well if you don’t hop it in the wee hours of the morning, well then the day is half done by the time you get there. ….Okay that is an exageration, but still you know what I’m saying.    But I must have been looking a bit rough, sadly, because this huge man comes up to me and tells me I look exactly “exactly” was his word like Graham Norton.   Now of course I didn’t know who graham norton was so he proceeded to tell me that he’s this talk show host personality type from England who has a show of the Logo network.   I do that laugh, you know the one, that “oh that’s nice” laugh that kinda said “go away” too, but I’m too amiable to say such things, but had I known what he looked like, I would have laughed twice as hard and probably muttered under my breath “Go Away.”  Needless to say this morning I had to go and look to see just what the hell he was talking about.   It saddens me just a little….

SO the train ride itself was uneventful, and when I say uneventful, it more means that there was no one worth looking at on the train.   Seriously.   Okay, yes, that’s a bit superficial, but it’s like an hour of sitting and my mp3 player’s battery decided to be drained of energy half way through Clay Aiken’s Solitaire.   Needless to say, the day was not looking up at this point.

Arriving at the train station I headed straight for bus route 008 which head straight to the gayborhood.   Those of you who are not in the know, should know that the gayborhood is the area around Oaklawn and Cedar Springs, there’s clubs, shopping, places to eat….la la la…and all that stuff which tends to draw people of the rainbow persuasion.  Clearly.
So I get off the bus a few blocks early and light up a cigarette and walk a bit, it was still rather nice out at this point and who couldn’t do with a little walking.

The first thing I do is go into Crossroads.  It’s a bookstore/coffee spot right on the corner and I see they have teh new xyfoto edition which I decide to pick up.   And I pick up a copy of a book called Clay’s Way.  It’s really good so far.  I’ve looked at it before and thought about getting it, but have never gotten around to it.   It was a choice between that one and another called Half Life.  I’m really glad I chose this one.  It’s good.   After that, I swallowed my pride, so to speak, and moseyed on over to Skivvies.   Now, me personally, I’m not accustomed to shopping in a store that sells primarily underwear.   One might go so far as to say I’m a bit….no not stuffy…I was going to say conservative, thank you very much.   But there’s something about cute underwear, and maybe it’s just me thinking that there’s something about cute underwear on a cute boy, that inspired me, but as i was in the neighborhood and Skivvies was right there and well, I bit the proverbial bullet and walked right in.   As I said, I don’t usually buy underwear by the piece, but rather tend to buy them in the mundane packs of three.  Granted they’re not your average fruit of the loom, which you know really seems like it should be gay underwear.   Anyway…So I decided on this really cute red pair, a really cute black and white pair and an extremely revealing blue pair.  The cashier person was readily at hand to let me ask his opinion on how they looked on but that conservative side in me blushed the same color as the cute little red pair.    Conservativeness and blushing makes a person hungry so I decided lunch is in order and stop over at Cafe Brazil.  I had asked informed a certain someone the night before that he should meet me for lunch, but apparently he was planning on being asleep at that time, so I was doing lunch by myself.   Which in and of itself, is not a bad, I can do alone really well, with no problem whatsoever, cuz surprisingly, sometimes people can be real charming sometimes, and I can only take so much charm.  Notice how wonderfully tactful that was?  Anyway, I had my usual, Dr Pepper and Chicken Nachos.  They were, of course, delicious in the cheesy, crunchy nacho chip way.  I’ve had to marshal my inner strength not to eat the whole order because then I’m like unpleasantly full the rest of the day.  It’s a really difficult chore most times because they are so good.   I was strong enough fortunately and my mindful side won out.   Afterwards, it was back to Union station and take the dart train to Mockinbird station.   Zach called on his way to lunch at Chili’s and of course I’m thinking, oh, you can have lunch with someone else…. but needless to say that would have been churlish….but still the thought did cross my mind.  Truth be told.  Anyway he wanted to go out to S4 so I was game to go with him.   I know, I know, constant reader, big surprise.   What?  I’m sorry, he’s just cute and there’s just something about a sarcastic dry witty bitch (not the bad kind) that just turns me on.  He’s very appealing and unfortunately he seems to be immune to my own charm and wit, but still, I enjoy spending time with him.   LOL…..We’ll just have to be friends, till I wear down that stubborn resistence to what a great catch I am!      Anyway, back to the Dart train, flashforward to Mockingbird station.   I had time to kill since Zach didn’t get off work till 6:45 ish and it was only like 2:00 when he called.   So….A movie was definitely in order.

The Angelika shows a lot of Indie films and so forth, none of the pop culture stuff that you see in the average multiplex theatre.   I decided on watching Munich.   174 minutes of spielbergian entertainment.   It was a very intense movie.   and thought provoking.   Not the most uplifting of movie experiences.   But it was truly a good film.  Afterwards, I still had time to kill.   Starbuck’s alway good for the killing of time.   ANd to accompany said killing was a venti strawberry and creme.   I wandered around aimlessly in Urban Outfitters, VIrgin Records American Apparel, smoked several cigarettes, read some more of my book, bought batteries for my mp3 player.   Wasting time is hard work.  You wouldn’t think so but it is.   Then I hopped back on the dart and whooshed on over to Northpark mall.  Tried to find something semi decent to wear out at the club, but alas, no such luck.  

Zach made his appearance around 7:40 ish and it was back to Oaklawn.   We ambled about aimlessly, wetn back to Skivvies, went back to Cafe Brazil and sat and ate chips and salsa and drank dr pepper til it was club time.   The only drawback is that we got there when the doors practically opened.   You know what that means.    Yes, the killing of more time.   It wasn’t exactly hopping, to say the least.   But Zach and I had some really good conversations….you wouldn’t think about conversations concerning christianity and who can and can’t get into heaven would be one of those topics but it was.   Then of course there was the aforementioned apocalypic air hockey game in which the winner (me) whooped up big time on the runner up (zach).   7-3.   I hate to say it, but I did a little victory jig, which of course I was told I should never do again, until he asked me to do it again, which I couldn’t of course, because he told me never to do it again.   But hey, let’s hear it for air hockey!

The drag show was very lackluster.   No no, very lackluster.   If it wasn’t for the company I was with, it would have gone fown in the annals as a blah and boring evening at S4.  After the Ipod shuffle, previously known as teh Best Chest contest…..which come on, was misnamed from virtually the very beginning….we decided to take our leave and once again I found myself sitting across the table from zach at Cafe Brazil.   We shared a chicken nachos, although I fear my uhm…. inner strength wasn’t as strong as earlier.  I told you killing time was hard work….while we didn’t finish off the order, still it was abit ravaged, and I’m certain I did most of the ravaging….it was cheesy crunchy goodness, what can I tell you.

Anyway, afterwards, he drove me home and I talked to him on the phone all the way back to his home, so he wouldn’t take any wrong turns.   He has this tendency to get lost on occasion.  See how I said, on occasion, and not alllllll the time.   That would have been just rude.   Then the day in dallas came to an abrupt and sleepy end.   I plopped myself into bed and was in lala land at 3:00 am.   Long good fun day….

Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it….I’m sure I left things out….but you’re probably better off not knowing those parts….NO, nothing like that…..