Thursday, December 30, 2004

Christmas Day with my Family


I decided that this past Christmas was the perfect time to come out to my family.  Everywhere I turned I saw signs reinforcing my decision.  Was it the sparkling gold and silver lights? the rainbow-colored balls? the carolers telling me to don my 'gay apparel'?  In anycase, I did; and this is my coming out story.

My plan was to gather all of my family in one room and do a big dramatic revelation: 10-page letter with tears and emotional gesticulation.  I was told that Gemini's are naturals at being drama queens.  Then I realized how it might make certain members of my family uncomfortable. Scrap the letter. My new plan was to try and get the biggest reaction of each one alone, and compare the results.  To get the most honest reaction, I would 'come out' without much leading up to it.

On Christmas Day, the first person I told was my sister.  Read her reaction [+/-]

Me: I need to tell you something.  I'm gay.
Her: Uhm.  Okay.  (pause, hand touching face)  I still love you.

Result: Although the reaction was semi-boring, I could still tell she was holding back something.  Not homophobia, but perhaps compassion; almost as if she was worried of the hardships I'd face as a gay person.

Current mind state: A little nervous.  Coming out to my sister turned out fairly well; not bad enough to shake up my confidence.

As we were about to meet with extended family for brunch, I knew I had to tell my mom before we left.  Being nervous from the first 'coming out', I procrastinated until we were literally out the door.  Read her reaction [+/-]

Me: Today is Christmas, and I wanted to let you know that I love you.  (Arms open up for a kiss on the cheek and a big hug)  And because I love you, I need to tell you that I'm gay.
Mom:  (hugs tighter for three beats, then pulls back with tears in eyes) I hope you change your mind.
Me:  (expecting such a reaction, holds composure) Okay.  (What I really wanted to say was, 'Well, let's see how easy it is for you to be a lesbian.')
Mom:  (sniffles) You know you're my only son.
Me:  (heart breaks, but still holds composure) I know, and you would want me to be happy right?
Mom:  Yes, you're right. (goes in for a hug)
Me:  (whispering) And this makes me happy, because I don't have to hide it anymore.
Mom:  (hugs tighter, then pulls back and wipes tears)
Me:  And besides, I can always adopt.
Mom:  It's not the same.
Me:  (near breaking point, ends the conversation) I know.

Result:  Reacted in a traditional Chinese manner: realizes that her first born son won't have a son of his own.  Although there were tears, there was no overtly-dramatic, irrational behavior from either side.

Current mind state: More nervous.  Coming out to my mom took a big hit to my confidence.  Now I worried if other family members will say the things that my mom did that broke my heart.

Then my dad called like he normally does on Christmas Day.  Read his reaction [+/-]

Me: Merry Christmas!
Dad:  Merry Christmas! (blah blah blah)
Me:  You know... (blah blah blah)
Dad:  That's good.
Me:  Oh, one more thing.  I told Mom and (my sis) already; but I want you to know I'm gay.
Dad:  Okay.  Whatever makes you happy.

Result:  Exactly how I expected him to respond.  Yes, he's the one that asked if I had a boyfriend when I was still in denial.

Current mind state:  Still nervous from mom event.  Coming out to dad wasn't a concern.

Christmas night, we all gathered at my aunt's house for dinner.  Two uncles, three aunts, and four cousins.  I worried how I was going to do this, and ultimately decided not to tell my extended family adults yet.  In other words, I chickened out.

However, I did tell the two oldest cousins (24 and 20); but only after I had 5 glasses of wine to prep myself.  First was E, 20 yr old female.  Read her reaction [+/-]

Me:  Hey, I need to tell you something.  I think it's important for you to know.. (she starts smiling at this point) ..what?  You know what I'm going to say, don't you.
Her:  Yea, that your gay?
Me:  Yea.  I knew you'd probably be suspicious.  Why else would you tell me there was a gay and lesbian club in your high school.
Her:  I knew when we went to Florida and you bought this tight little red woman's t-shirt.  No straight guy buys something like that for themselves.
Me:  Uhm.. I didn't buy a red shirt in Florida.
Her:  No?  
Me:  No.  I only wear mens' clothes.  And there's always Abercrombie.

Result:  That didn't count.  She thought I was gay for the wrong reason.

Current mind state:  Coming out to E made me confused, in addition to being nervous.  Or it could have been the wine.

And finally there was M, 24 yr old male; his girlfriend was there, so I told them both.  Read their reaction [+/-]

Me:  (still tipsy) I think you're important to me, so I have to let you know that I'm gay.
Him:  (pause) and?
Me:  Oh.. uhm.. that's it.
Girlfriend:  Aww.. it's fine (hug). We still love you.
Me:  I know (gives Him a hug).
Him:  (does the manly 'pelvis away' hug)

Result:  Pelvis avoiding hug was a little surprising, but we don't normally hug, so that could just be how he normally hugs people.

Current mind state:  Relieved that I was done.  Disappointed that I didn't have the courage to tell all of my extended family.

I came out to everyone I could handle reactions from; and they turned out okay.  I know this makes me lucky because my family still loves me; and that I'm not disowned and living on the street.  That was my Christmas Day with my family.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

I Lied, I'm Straight

When I was 13, I went to a sleepover where they had cable and was exposed to the Robin Byrd Show. I was watching a male dancer a bit too intently to raise questions by the other boys. I lied, "No, I'm straight! He's a good dancer though."

When I was 14, A. was my nemisis; she would always accuse me of being gay. I lied, "I'm straight. And stop calling everyone gay, bitch."

When I was 15, S. was the assumed gay guy in my class. He asked if we could be friends, and fearing being labelled gay by association and I lied, "I can't. I'm straight."

When I was 16, R. said, "I know it was Jason. He's gay!" We were practicing the part of the school play where R. was being caught by a bunch of amazon natives, some of whom while carrying him off-stage pulled his pants off. Even though I had a crush on him, I was too scared to do anything that daring, so I lied, "No, I'm straight."

When I was 19, I roomed next door to a flamboyantly gay guy. When the jocks on the floor asked if I knew what he was all about. I lied, in a forced baritone, "I'm straight, how the hell should I know."

When I was 21, I spent a semester in London, living with 5 other Americans. I was labelled 'the gay one' (via Real World), I laughed it off and lied, "That's okay, I'm straight; and he's stupid." Well, he was stupid.

When I was 22, my dad off-handedly asked me if I had a boyfriend. Shocked, as if I was caught stealing cookies from the jar, I hid my feelings and while acting as straight as possible I lied, "No, I'm straight."

I'm tired of lying; and this past Christmas, I stopped.

This is my 'coming out and apology' post.

To everyone I lied to, I'm sorry. Here's the truth: I'm Jason, and I'm gay.

(I apologize to anyone who is finding this out through my blog. I really wanted to tell you in person or over the phone, so give me a call, okay?)

Friday, December 24, 2004

Christmas Eve

The First Batch

This is the first batch of chocolate chip cookies I ever baked from scratch, by myself!  They look pretty good don't they (they taste pretty good too)?  I swear there are no camera tricks involved.  I actually baked these on a whim to give to someone special; but it turns out they won't be around tonight, so I guess I'll have to give them to myself Santa like every other 5 year old. I wonder if he can fit through the metal bars on our windows...


Today is Christmas Eve, which means one day left.  One day left.  State of mind?  Zen-like peace, which completely disturbs me.  I wonder if that means I have enough courage to do it, or not enough and I know I'll back down at the last moment.  I hope it's not the latter.

I guess we'll find out tomorrow.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Is This What A Hangover Feels Like?

  1. sore, scratchy throat
  2. pounding behind the eyes
  3. loss of balance
  4. aversion to the sunlight, noise, and all living things

Dear Karma,

You're a bitch.

But I still love you.


Today is officially my last day of consulting at NPG; what a great way to start the day. To mask it, I've decided to wear a tie. Since no one in the office wears a tie, I wonder if that makes me more of a suspect...

Christmas and 2005 are also right around the corner; which means it's almost time to face those forks in the road. Wish me luck, strength, and courage.

[5th update to this post, sue me]
Okay, along with hangovers, I've "read from other people experiences" of sudden realizations from the previous night. A lot comes in the variety of 'I can't believe I did that.', 'Why did I let that happen?', and 'What happened to my wallet?'.

A couple of vague memories popped in my head that made me smile and wish I could bottle them up, put it on a necklace, and keep them forever physically, close to my heart.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Blogs Are the New Water Cooler

The newest medium for gossip is the web log... but you already knew that, didn't you? Sex seems to be the most prolific topic, which either gets you into a lot of trouble, a book deal, or both (as in the case of Washingtonienne).

"Unconstrained by journalistic conventions, bloggers are blurring the lines between public events and ordinary social interactions and changing the way we date, work, teach and live. And as blogs continue to proliferate, citizens will have to develop new understandings about what parts of our lives are on and off the record."

I haven't really grasped the full effect blogging can have; I still consider myself a novice. Privacy issues are not something I've thought about either. I have yet to ask permission before posting about someone or their picture. Maybe I should? Is that etiquette? And there is always the possibility of attracting stalkers (not for me, but people I blog about.. I'm an attention whore ;).

"As personal blogging proliferates, an etiquette is beginning to emerge. In a forthcoming study of nearly 500 bloggers...more than a third of the respondents said they had 'gotten in trouble' for material posted on their blog, and a third knew other bloggers who had gotten into trouble with family and friends. Those who wrote frequently about 'highly personal materials' got into trouble most often of all."

Sadly, it's those 'highly personal blogs' that are the most interesting. At its core, isn't it all just some popularity contest anyway? If so, how does anonymity work?

Read "Your Blog or Mine". [via NYT]

Monday, December 20, 2004

Who's Your Daddy?

That's the question FOX is going to ask in January with it's new reality show where a daughter given up for adoption as an infant attempts to guess who her birth father is.. for the ultimate prize: Getting to know her birth father! Oh, and $100,000.

Surprisingly, some activists in the adoption community are offended by this. Producer Scott Hallock responds,

"I find it curious that people are calling it that without having seen an episode...You might get the impression from the title that it is somehow salacious or exploitive. But nothing could be further from the truth."

Salacious indeed, and absolutely hilarious! Am I the only one that thought this might have been FOX's attempt to revive the show Coupling?

Read the full story. [via cnn]

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Another Fun-packed Weekend

Friday Afternoon Party

What do most working people do on Friday?  If you said slack off while surfing the web, you're probably right.  But that wasn't the case for the company I'm temping for; they all abandoned their cubicles and the florescent lighting and headed to the Tribeca Rooftop for their annual Holiday Party!  Will I be fated to stay behind, brooding in jealousy as everyone sips champagne and nibbles on caviar?  Read more [+/-]

I was invited!  It seems my supervisor thought I performed an outstanding job for the past 4 months (in other words, put up with people's crap), and asked some higher-ups if I would be able to attend.  I pretended to check my (empty) schedule, before accepting the invitation.

At 12:20pm on Friday, I was enjoying hors d'oeuvres and sipping on champagne at the Tribeca Rooftop, located on 2 Desbrosses St.  There were three (open) bars, a dance floor, and a DJ with Latin musicians playing backup.  That picture is of me at the party with E, the other member of my group.  Doesn't she look so cute?!

Being a temporary employee, I felt like I didn't belong and somehow I conned my way in like a secret double agent.  But that feeling passed as I realized that since I was a temp, I could act a fool and not care about it.

And act a fool I did!  On the dance floor that is.  Out of the 200 people there, I was one of six on the dance floor.  I had a feeling that because there were directors, presidents, supervisors, whatevers, at the party, most of the other people were very cautious not to step onto the dance floor and embarrass themselves - that and fear of being the subject of 'water-cooler gossip'.

My supervisor had a reasonable excuse, "I sweat like a pig. I'd need a towel out there."  I'm glad he decided to sit out.

Friday Night Dinner

I met up with another blogger, the self-described 'not stabby crazy' fash mag slag, for dinner Friday night.  He recounted it better than I will here.  We had good food, good conversation, and way too expensive hot chocolate.  Next time, I'm picking the venue, and it's going to be cheap-ass Chinese (a real cuisine).

Saturday Night or Can You Fit Three In?

I had plans to meet with some friends for dinner Saturday night, and then I was invited to another Holiday party!  I did a quick estimation and decided that I would work it out so that I could attend both.  Then S, a friend who just finished with her finals, called me and wanted to hang out!  Will I be able to attend all the events I promised to go to?  Or have I overextended myself already?  Read the long ass story [+/-]

Luckily, I'm nice, charming, and have a penchant for telling the truth; and I have amazingly understanding friends.

S was coming into the city to do some holiday shopping, so I met up with her in Times Square, where she was shopping with an exchange student, B, from the UK.  I deftly reverted to using the British accent I picked up the 4 months I spent in London; and I impressed him with UK terminology: 'quid', 'tenner', 'Colindale'.

After explaining to S about prior engagements, I raced my way to the west side, where I met up with the country boy and Riye.  We headed to West Side Sushi to meet up with PatCH and his partner.  From looking at the menu, I guessed that this restaurant has the same owners as Jeollado.  I turned out to be somewhat right as the owner hit on Riye and spilled the beans about being friends with the owners of Jeollado.  The food was good (for the price), similar to Jeollado.  Who said that Mexicans were only good for rolling burritos and cigars?

After dinner, we were supposed to meet some other bloggers at a nearby bar; but I had my last event of the evening to attend, so I made a quick visit before heading town to the East Village.

Aaron of 1000 words invited me to his friend's holiday bash.  I agreed to go since every time I run into Aaron it's always a fun, new experience.  This time did not disappoint.  His friend R held a party at his apartment, where there were plenty of nice and interesting people.

At the height of the party, everyone played a game called 'Greedy Santa'.  I've played it before under other names, but the premise is that each person has a turn at a present under the tree.  The next player can pick a present that has already been picked or a new one under the tree.  Other rules apply, but that's basically it.  My loot included some 'Boys are Stupid' magnets, a pair of ties, and a painted-bananas dish.

I had a great time.  Upon leaving, the host R gave everyone a handful of change to give to any panhandlers we might meet.  Balancing the karmic energies, isn't that so awesome? Huge, huge thanks to Aaron for the invite.  I owe him one. ;)

In Response to the post "Holiday Wishes"

For all you who are upset and feel tricked, here's all I have to say: I never said I was going to be nude!  Before you start screaming bloody murder and filling my inbox with hate mail, the note on the disclaimer tells you not to proceed if you don't want to see nudie pictures of me (but doesn't say there will be any)!  I'm a bitch, right?  It was meant to deceive, and now I know which ones of you are naughty!  And I'll be passing that list to Santa!

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Holiday Wishes

Dedicated To You

I want to wish you Happy Holidays, whatever holiday you celebrate. I'll drink to your health.

Thank you for visiting this little blog. As you might know, I'm heading toward many crossroads in my life. I'm confident I'll make the correct decisions. I'm hopeful the new year will be much more interesting. I welcome the challenges. So thank you for joining me on this journey so far; I hope you'll stick around a bit.

And to show my apprecation, I created a card just for you!

Disclaimer! Do not proceed if you:

  • are a member of my family
  • are at work; but in all honesty, I couldn't care
  • are offended easily (real easily) by the male form
  • don't like me; this card wasn't meant for you!
  • don't want to see nudie pictures of me

For G-rated material, read Tuna Girl's Christmas Letter. Close your office door and put down that cup of coffee.

Shut up and let me see the card! [+/-]

This Holiday Season, don't forget to BE NICE!

Did you really want to see nudie pictures of me?

I said take it off! [+/-]

You're so NAUGHTY!

That's it folks. "But wait, where are the nudie pictures?" I'm way too demure to do such a salacious thing! Especially when you didn't even buy me dinner or wave bills in my face! I'm not giving this away for free (sober). What kind of person do you think I am? Cheer up! It's time to celebrate! Of course, there's always next year...

Happy Holidays!

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Jesus Saves!

The Bible Instruction Manual

No doubt you've heard the story of the Texan mother killing her baby daughter by severing her arms. Her attorney now says that "she was guided by a Bible passage in which Jesus refers to cutting off body parts to cast away sin!"

I'm surprised that she's still in custody! I'm also surprised (and disappointed) that you, the Bible-revering community, are not staging rallies, lighting candles, and protesting for her release! Don't you also justify your actions by interpreting Bible text? One of your own needs you now, more than ever!

Or maybe you've realized that that passage is outdated and no longer applies to modern society, just like how you sit down at your local Red Lobster and eat your shrimp scampi. But if those are outdated, wouldn't it be possible that others are also? Funny how you'll selectively choose to follow morals convenient to your own personal benefit and use exclusionary tactics to impose hardships on others.

WAKE UP! hypocrites.

In Other News

I had a great time last night. I continued my commitment to Move Against Aids and volunteered to help them 'count checks'. It was more like alphabetize donation envelopes. Actually, I was hoping to meet the biatch in person and say, in the words of Christina Aguilera, 'Can't hold me down, biatch!'

We finished early and I was able to have a few drinks with the country boy, PatCH, MAK, new friend Glennalicious, and others. A famous author was supposed to be there, but escaped before the Feds arrived. Le sigh... a missed connection on craig's list?

Addendum: Spreading holiday cheer through song. (via Epicurist)

Monday, December 13, 2004

From Tickled Pickle to Relish

Long Weekend

Unlike most weekends, the fun this week started all on Thursday. I was invited by some new friends to celebrate the birth of another; which happened to be a famous author. The recipe for the night included a few drinks, a few laughs, and too much tabasco.  Read more [+/-]

I was invited by the country boy, Michael, to celebrate the birthday of Rob Byrnes. There, I was introduced to fellow bloggers Patrick, Matthew, the non-blogger Wayne, and the hilarious Brazilian bartender Eli.

I've visited their blogs before, and this experience with them made one thing shockingly clear: How amazing they are on their blogs, they become exponentially more in person.

I also realized that they are SO out of my league. They are so funny, so nice, so genuine, that anyone who is new (me) would be intimidated by their camaraderie. But they won't even let you (me) feel intimidated! Actively engaging, telling stories, and cracking jokes (where I felt inadequate). I also feel extremely lucky to share in those memories.

Be asured I won't forget the tabasco shots, the drunk dialing, or the new friendships.

AIDS Dance-a-thon!

I expected to volunteer for Move Against AIDS this past Saturday. However, days before the event I was told that all positions were filled, dispite the fact that I signed up 3 weeks prior (I had to call them to find out I wasn't on their list)! After two phone calls and a couple of unreplied emails, I had not made any progress. I guess I just wasn't meant to volunteer for this event... or was I?  Read more [+/-]

You should know by now I'm not going to let just two phone calls and unreplied emails stop me! Who does that volunteer coordinator (that I affectionally referred to as the biatch from then on) think she is anyway? Doesn't she know that I want to donate my time in a selfless act of charity and perhaps accost any celebrities I see?! That BIATCH!

So what does an unwanted volunteer do? Volunteer anyway! That's right folks. First off, the biatch doesn't know what I look like. And what kind of monster would turn away a volunteer who has actually bothered to show up (which I wouldn't put past her; remember she wouldn't speak with me on the phone and ignored my emails)?

Luckily, I didn't have to deal with her during the event. Not being on the list didn't seem to be a problem; I probably scored brownie points for showing up early (Go me!).

And that's how I met my cross-racial twin, Jai. Seriously, do you notice that the color of our skin, eyes, hair are so similiar? Add in the fact that the color of our clothes (white, green, and blue) are matching! Even our smiles are similiar!

I also met a totally awesome couple, K. and S. (pictured left). It was K's birthday too! How awesome is she? Knowing that fellow blogger 1000 words was going, I kept an eye out and pleasantly surprised him! (his recount and pictures)

When greeters were no longer needed, I joined an old highschool friend, who was also a volunteer, at the snack stand. I hadn't seen her in nearly 5 years, so it was nice to catch up. After the event, I walked her home and went on my own merry way; recounting the cunning way I got to be a volunteer in my head and a bag full of mini Clif bars in my hand.

Addendum 12/13: I also met Wes of Boy Meets Boy fame! I didn't have the opportunity to interview him or take a picture with him; but he did hold my hand for 2 minutes! Not kidding! (We were performing the human circle of protection.) How sad is it that I get excited meeting reality TV stars...

Friday, December 10, 2004

Oh... Hi

I hate the fact that the office I'm in has an automatic light timer. If it doesn't detect movement for 10 minutes, it buzzes for 10 seconds and the light turn off. What I hate more is that it doesn't work the other way; forcing me to get out of my chair and turn it on manually.

I can read from my screen (documents, manuals, news, blogs) without fidgeting causing a few buzzes throughout the day. To avoid being cast into darkness, I'll non-chalantly wave my hand and occasionally throw in a friendly "Hi"; as if trying to snap a person out of daydreaming.

And as luck would have it, because my office door is open, someone would be sauntering by right in front of the doorway when I'm talking to the light switch. Inevitably, they'd hear something, turn in my direction, see me waving, assume I was talking to them, and wave hesitantly with the reply, "Oh... Hi." Now everyone probably thinks I'm the nicest temp around the office.

Two even came in to start a dialogue. Stupid light switch.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

On The Verge

From where I am, I can see the forks in the road. They're approaching fast, and inertia has pushed me over the speed-limit. Should I slow down? Can I slow down? If I do, it'll take me a while to pick up to this speed again. If I don't, I might pick the wrong path. Luckily, there are other passengers with me.

That would be you. I'm on the verge of changing the direction of my career as a software developer to a graphic designer. So much so that I've already started looking at potential graphic design programs and schools in and around New York City. I've also done some research into the graphic design industry (which spans all industries) and asked some people for advice.

Current schools I'm looking into are: Pratt, Parsons, FIT, and School of Visual Design. I've been told that a degree or certification is not necessary, but helps. I know I want to concentrate on art theory classes (colors, typography, user interface) vs. software program classes (Photoshop, Illustrator; I'm familiar with most).

Now I'm asking for your help. If you are, or know someone who is, any type of designer (preferably graphic or web) or in desktop publishing (magazines), I would appreciate it if you could help send their advice my way. Thanks!

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

What A Weekend!

It's That Time of Year Again
To push and shove stupid tourists out of the way.  "Move people!  Move!  Hello?  Hi!  Yes, you!  Oops, didn't mean to get in your shot."  How I love the tourist traps of New York City.  Sometimes, I like to pretend I am a tourist 'ooing' and 'aahing' and then I'll start screaming in Chinese for no reason, at no one in particular.  Read more [+/-]

The weather was nice on Friday.  Since it was my friend D's birthday, I decided to do the tourist thing with her at Rockefeller Center.  Yes, we took cheesy pictures with the tree.  I can't help but get swept up in the festivities, feeding off the shrieks of pleasure from all around.  The SAKS building had a snowflake light show to a remix of Carol of the Bells (mov to come?)

We then met up with M. and her new boy toy B.  This would be the first time we (D. and I) met him and both M. and B. were nervous.  I really don't know why; I'm a nice person, right?  Don't answer that.  The night went well and no one threw up, so that's always a good sign.

Saturday Night Fever

I definitely felt like my legs were on fire last Saturday night.  Three events to go to and I had to go to them all!  I redefined power-walking.  First was D.'s offical birthday dinner.  We ate at Tomato.  Not bad.  After dinner, I rushed onto the second event of the night...

A wonderful Holiday party hosted by the Three Kings! Ed, Jacob, and Jay.  You may remember that two out of the three hosted a pre-Halloweegan party a bit back.  They did not disappoint with this party either.

Once again, this party was at their apartment up near Columbia.  Some faces were familiar, others not.  That can be attributed to alcohol on either occasion.  Read more [+/-]

I was feeling generous that night, so my welcoming present were 4 bottles of POM.  Okay, I admit I got suckered by those cool ads on the subway.  OMG, can 'fruit juice' be any more expensive?!  Their warning label should include a 'May cause heart-attack when purchasing' next to the 'thousands of antioxidants'!

Speaking of food, it was fantastically catered by Jay.  The atmosphere, sound and scents, which I'm assuming Ed was in charge of, was perfect.  The company was nice and entertaining.  The highlight of this event for me, was the compliment paid to my rear-end.

I re-met Stephanie (Hi!), two interesting fellows, Jenk and Tiger, Jayson (good luck with the modelling), and then some.  When a new group of people (which included a midget) showed up, it was getting crowded and I knew it was time for me to leave. Off to my next destination!

Second Blogger Event

The third event was actually the second event of the night that I found out through blogs I read.  I rushed down from the previous event to meet up with Jon, The Fash Mag Slag, before heading to Therapy.  I didn't know what he looked like, but luckily he received my voicemail and was waiting for me outside.  I was actually kind of really nervous.  Read more [+/-]

Luckily, I had a few drinks in me at the Holiday party.  Therapy was crowded!  I knew Hot Toddy was going to be there and being 6'6", I thought he would be easy to spot.  He wasn't; it was that crowded.  What I didn't know was that this was a 'blogging event'.  I found out about this on Hot Toddy's blog, and invited myself to it - sort of.  All I wanted to do (for some strange reason) was to find Hot Toddy and force him to tell me jokes.

After walking around the whole bar, Jon and I finally descended into the crowd of bloggers.  It might have been the alcohol, but everyone was so nice and friendly (and in some cases, _really_ friendly - see pic for proof)!

I'm glad that I went to this event.  I met some really awesome people.. so here are the obligatory shout-outs (of which I'm sure to forget someone, in which I'm sorry, and you can yell at me): The Fash Mag Slag (Hi Jon!), A Country Boy in NYC (Howdy!), Tuna Girl (It was nice to meet you!), 1000 words (love the tat!), and the people who don't have blogs, but will read this (Hi! Yes you!).  Best part of this event?  Someone told me that I was cuter than some other guy!  I swear!  You'd probably be all logical and say they were influenced by alcohol, dim lighting.. yes, that's exactly what you'd say, wouldn't you...  But hear me now!  I AM cuter!  That's my story and I'm sticking to it!


I know this entry could have been better.  But Monday wasn't the best day I had.  I blame it on the karma coming off of a wonderful weekend.  Ugh.  You ever have days where you just feel ugly?  That's my Monday.

Friday, December 03, 2004

I'm So Excited!

4:50pm.. It's almost closing time..

..and this weekend is full of kick-ass events! I can't wait!

Oo.. I just got that tingly feeling!

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

In Support of World AIDS Day

Support World AIDS Day

Also, December 11 is the Move Against AIDS Dance-a-thon.

Sign up to volunteer or support someone who's going. I am!