What do Joe & Blake have in common?

They're both names of exes and both great gay bars. A little ironic, huh? Actually, Blake's not the name of one of MY exes but...whatevs. It works. And if you don't like it, I don't really care.

So yesterday I suffered through one of the longest days of work of my life and didn't get a chance to share the awesome tales of debauchery (part 2) with Stuart.

Monday night, after working off a hangover most of the day, I finally recovered and got my act together in the afternoon - excited to make plans with Stuart, my GBF. He wanted to go to Joe's on Juniper (excuse me, for the gays in the know, it's just Joe's - as Stuart's boyfriend so poignantly pointed out to me).

I want an unsliceably soft roll right now

Sooo my GBF is in town this week and I could not be more stoked! Stuart is seriously one of my absolute favorite people in the world! And he's beyond fabulous! I seriously haven't seen the boy in 3 years and he got into town yesterday afternoon. He brought his boyfriend and 2 of his friends that work with him in Orlando - yes, he's the stereotypical, musical theatre, struggling actor/singer/dancer/choreographer, gay man that you would expect. He's everything you want in a GBF and more. I made him spoon with me last night since apparently I haven't had a man's touch in a while - and I'm totally ok with the fact that I did not turn him on in the slightest bit last night. I simply love cuddling and spooning so last night was fabulous. But I did pull the whole "ugh, i'm hot now, can you move over?" bit after about 30 minutes. I cannot sleep when I'm hot.

Like Daughter, Like Mother?

So I'm finally back from vacation, and I'm somewhat caught up from being out for a week so I figure it's time to dust off the ole keyboard and start blogging again.

Vacay was awesome. Minus the whole, hanging-out-with-your-parents-for-6-days-straight deal. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents but 6 days non-stop is a little extreme for anyone. And I know that one day when I'm 45 and have kids of my own, that they'll feel the same way about me as I do about my parents. And I'm ok with that. My point remains, 6 days is a LONG time.

To be honest though, I always thought that once I became an adult, that I would grow out of that mentality that my parents are simply uncool.

Vegas Adventures

How lucky am I that I get to visit Vegas twice in one year!?!?!? The first time was on the company dime and this time, Mom & Pops will be funding my gambling and drinking habits. Needless to say I'm pretty stoked. I love the Vegas and I can't wait to play a little roulette, a little black-jack, perhaps some craps & hit those slot machines. How crazy awesome would it be to win a little moolah in a couple of days! Yes and please.

It's a nice day for a white-trash wedding

I know I know...
1) It's been a hot-minute since I last posted; and
2) My last topic was on weddings - dub-tee-fuck? what gives?

Well, first let me address the former. Last week was officially my week from hell. Satan came to visit and decided to knock me on my ass and keep a pitch-fork to my neck a-la-Jessica Simpson/Dukes of Hazzard/Direct TV commercial circa 2006 style, and didn't let me breathe til yesterday. It wasn't so bad after I blacked out. Everything kind of went numb for a while as I had an out-of-body experience, watching myself run around Johns Creek like a chicken with my head cut off from Thursday to Sunday. It was a rather humorous experience. And when I finally came to, I found myself waking up from a dream that I was throwing up everywhere, when, in actuality, I was just coughing up a lung. Thanks Satan. Come visit again soon please!