What a day! You know when you plan something so far out that you kinda forget about it? That’s how it was with Wicked. We bought the tickets, when? Like April?! Something like that. So when Richard announced this past Sunday that “OMG we go to the play on Wednesday!” It was like being excited all over again!

So today was the big day, obviously. I was told to leave work early (my man likes to have plenty of time before an event like going downtown), which I did. Only to sit home waiting for HIM to leave work, which he did, LATE. But whatevs. In the meantime I ate all the leftover Tai food. Ha! Ha ha! I was already dressed, so had a bit of time. I felt really cute in my all black outfit that I wore last year to Dine Out For Life, which is important because those little pants fit again… It was what I wore to work too. LOL. Anyways, so he got home, we freshened up and were out the door. When we finally got downtown (it’s a long 6 miles yo!) we were like an hour and a half early. We even found free parking! But that early, it was like… Now what? Richard surprised me with a side trip to The US Grant Hotel, where we had a cocktail and some delightful nibbles. Chilled prawns and some chicken fritters. Ya gotta love half off apps!

So the food took kinda long and we ended up rushing the block up to the Civic Theatre but made it right in time for seating. The folks in front of us getting in, bless their hearts, had apparently come to the wrong show. Theirs was last night. O.U.C.H. The wife was visibly seething. So that was entertaining. LOL. We get inside and our seats were really close. Far left aisle, but really, really close. It was great! The seats are weird. It was a lot more leg-room that I remember in the Golden Gate Theater in SF, but it may have been the section. They are really narrow tho. Like in that commercial with all the kids in their football pads that can’t lean back at the same time, only no one has pads on. It was a relief when the older gentleman and his granddaughter moved over into the vacant seats. Except for when an hour into the show the owners of those seats ended up next to me.

Dude. PDA overload. First they were an hour late. I say you bar the doors after 15 minutes. But whatever. So they stumble in and sit, then they make out and giggle for like 10 minutes. Ew. And he’s all in my space, touching me with all the contorted groping he’s doing to her. I swear I could have reached around and been another set of hands and he’d not have noticed. Also, he stunk. It was either bad cologne or her perfume landed on him and soured. Either way, ew. Finally I moved and cleared my throat enough and they settled down and we watched the show. But after intermission, it was drama. First they discovered that gramps had stole their seats. LOL. She (the bitch!) decided not to say anything and stay where they were (hate her!). Later I swear he fingered her. As in… Yeah, like that.

However, in public you expect filth. In this case I sat next to it. I did not let that spoil my fun.

The show must go on! And what a SHOW! OMG! OMG! OMG!

Love. LOVE! I loved it! Go see it. Really. So. Worth. It.

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You know it’s been one hell of a day when Daniel has nothing to blog about. Heh. I will say that the 6 AM till four is a bitch tho. An absolute bitch. I have another one tomorrow. Must sleep. Night.

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So… yeah. What to sayabout my birthday? I wasn’t sure. So I looked back in the archives. It appears that back when I used to be able to barter for the day off I really didn’t do much. Take 2005 as an example:

I slept in until a luxurious 10 am. I leisurely had breakfast while read blogs. Next, I vacuumed the whole house, starting at the bottom. (I don’t like to vacuum stairs while walking down backwards. I feel like I’ll fall down.) After that I cleaned up the garage a bit. I wanted to make sure all the Christmas decor fits back into the shelves. There’s so much mare this year!

After that, I threw out the poinsettias. They had lost way too many leaves to be considered healthy. While I was at it I put away the fake one that the cat always chews on. The UPS guy rang the bell, but he must have been in a hurry because he was gone before I got to the door. I was instead greeted by a box from Amazon! It was a gift from 2 of my good online friends (that I almost met in person once). Thank you soo much! It’s just what I wanted… Then I got dressed. I took my time because I had nowhere to be. I didn’t shave though, and I wish I had because now I have to today.

It was a bit after 2 when Richard got home from work. He was on the 4am to 2pm. He was very tired. We went to Target. Bickered. Went to Chevy’s for cocktails and take-out. When we got home we bickered while eating, watched Elf, and Richard went to bed. He had already been sleeping in his chair. This was like 8 or 9. I watched what was probably a re-run of Joey and downloaded a Wanda Wisdom podcast and went to bed. I listened to Wanda for about an hour before falling to sleep myself.

I think that’s everything.

Um. So yeah. This year, like the last, I worked instead. At least I wasn’t home alone plotting Christmas crap storage. Good lawd. Speaking of last year, let’s continue with the ghost of birthdays past and take a look:

Here at the home front not much happened. I woke up, dressed, went to work, survived a day of retail in December, and came home to an empty house. Richard did bring home some Chevy’s take-out, which was nice. And for the special occasion I got flan. Not that I didn’t appreciate the flan. Lawd knows I love a good flan!

Sheesh. Is December over yet? Stick a fork in me people. I am done.

So it turns out, after all my feeling sorry for myself… (I know, I suck!) This year’s b’day was better than I have had since my arrival in San Diego. Before bed on the 21st I got an e-card from one of my first online friends. The next day,  I woke to a lovely e-card from a local friend reminding me that “no matter what, I own the day”. Something like that anyway, and while I love the idea behind that sentiment, my company owned the day, like so many other days. I had to work. Heh. But I loved the card! I also had not one but TWO iTunes gift certificates! I adore iTunes almost as much as I adore the fine folk that gifted me. Thanks Brian and soapbox.SUPERSTAR!! You guys rock for looking after me like you do. I appreciate it! Then, yeah. I was off to work again. When I got home there were chores undone that I had to do. I was still feeling sorry for myself. I got a bit cranky. Sad, I know, but December is a cruel little bitch that torments my mind! But I finished up and went upstairs and got all cute for my dinner date with Richard. We went to our usual mexican place, Jimmy Carter’s. It was not busy. We had a relaxed meal. On the way home Richard surprised me with a package, but would not let me open it. We never do gifts. I was a bit surprised.

Once we got home I was allowed to open it. It was Tom Ford! Well, Tom’s fragrance. Remember how I fell in love like with it, even though the ad was kinda raunchy? Well later that day as I wore it I became obsessed with the stuff. But I couldn’t find it at my mall, and am not shopping for fun this month… But now I have it. A really big bottle too. This size would have covered that model’s crotch a bit better…

Anyhoo. So yeah. With a little perspective and support from friends, I managed to have a nice birthday. I thank you.

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I recorded a podcast tonight. I don’t think I am gonna post it. I am in a bad mood. I feel like hell. I work AGAIN tomorrow. I always work. It’s making me crazy. Oh my gawd. I am literally going crazy. I don’t even want to go anymore. December totally sucks. Anyhoo. So should it just be the lost episode? That podcast? Or should I still make my next one 49 (which is where we are at now) like this one never happened? A lost episode could be fun. But it needs to stay lost. All I do is bitch. I bitch about the cats, cat pee, work, and Richard. It’s a non-stop bitch session. Which, let’s face it, is more than usual.

You tell me…

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But really, does that surprise anyone? So here’s the thing. We were at Urban Mo’s. It tries to be a restaurant but really it’s a big ol’ gay bar. We were there with our gorgeous friends for dinner and drinks. Let’s remember for a moment that Richard and I do not usually (or ever actually) do the gay bar scene. We used to, but ever since that bar manager from Chevy’s in Daly City licked Richard’s nipple in the middle of a bar in Castro and that whole scene happened we tend to keep it low key. Have I ever told that story here? I dunno.. Shel’s been reading forever. Maybe he can comment if he remembers that one. But that, combined with my sordid nightclub past keep me out of those places. Give me dinner and a simple dive bar anytime. Anyhoo, so like I was saying. The ‘going out’ thing is totally stressful for me. First I had to pick an outfit. Not easy since I am slimmer than I have been in a while and all my jeans are like huge. Bad rapper huge. So I shopped. I dressed. I waited for Richard. I changed 2 more times.

Eventually we get there and have a great time. I was going in and out of my ‘queen of the club’ mental space from the old days. It’s amazing how you can walk a certain way and people just move out of the way.. or you can become invisible and get trapped and tripped over. I like to toy with my ‘presence’. It’s an old survival trick I learned from many nights at the old club ‘Spread’ in SF. It’s probably all in my own head tho. I am weird like that. But where was I? This story is making NO sense. Sorry. But yeah, there was this guy who totally grinned every time I passed. Since I was trying to be ‘fun’ I smiled back. I am totally trying to be more social these days. It’s part of something I have been working on… But that’s totally off topic. So I pass, I smile, the whole time sucking in my gut due to my outfit choices. Then Britney came on. I have been wanting to dance to that song FOREVER! Gimme More! So I rushed to the dance floor. My friends followed and I grooved to Gimme More. (That is like the best song to dance to, especially since I haven’t danced in like YEARS. Thanks to Brit, every time you misstep you just stop, look up all dazed and wander around the floor a bit. Then you pick up from nowhere and poorly lip-sync… HILARIOUS!) So after the song was over I suddenly felt overcrowded, hot, and had to be outside IMMEDIATELY. Do you ever get like that? It’s normal for me, but we all know I am a bit off. I like to think it’s a cute ‘quirk’. It was when I was close enough to the door to smell the smoke-free air that this same guy appeared out of nowhere and tried to chat me up. “Hola, hola, hola…”, with a big smile and arms outstretched. I don’t know that it was actual flirting, since I didn’t hang around, but I am assuming so. Either way, I was so amazingly rude. I looked at him, looked away, side stepped to get around him and walked off without even speaking.

I am such a bitch. Now when I was 20 that sort of behavior was one thing. But I am old now. In gay years, even OLDER! I am lucky to have young hispanic hotties say hello to me, let alone flirt.

So yeah. I feel horrible now! I could have at the very least said hello. But I was in a state, and HAD to get outside… I am sorry Hot Friendly Guy! But I am taken anyway, so if you were flirting it would not have gotten anywhere, so maybe it’s for the best after all.

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Clopen (clo-pen): two consecutive work shifts, one closing followed immediately by an opening.

I haven’t complained about getting up really early in a while, so I figure today is the day… If you need something else, my Richard will be posting a TGIF hottie in a while, so you’ll be able to pop in there for some hottie goodness. In the meantime I get to bitch.

It is so way too early. Waking up at 5 in the morning. Gah! Of course this is after I closed last night. Ugh. What happened is the boss is on vacation. Usually he’d pick another manager to do the open, as I did close last night, but the other 2 are either closing tonight or on PTO themselves. So that leaves me. I was excited at first, because I am off the next 4 days, but I realize now that I’ll just want to hurry home and nap later.

Damn.

Okay, I am done. We will now return to your regularly scheduled light-hearted blogging.

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Innocently typing up a response to an inquiry on a blog software forum. I hit submit and went on with my usual internets activities. No sooner than I got my favorite website stats page to load when I had a new email! It was a response to my post on the forum! You see, someone had asked if there was any other tagging module other than the out dated one or the ‘pay’ one. There isn’t, so I left a casual comment indicating that the pay one doesn’t suck. Normal, right? Except for this other guy’s message was kinda bitchy, and said: “The question was…” and restated the original question, as though I had not read it. What a hoor! I did read it, and thought my response appropriate. Clearly, not so much! But I am not one to just take that kind of sassiness on a forum (not today anyway…) and so I composed my bitchy response.

Keep in mind I am not trying to get kicked of the thing, right?

Maybe I wasn

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I feel strange this morning.

I woke up around two am and was not able to really fall back to sleep. I think I may have dozed some, but I was definitely looking at the clock every half hour or so. Part of me wanted to use the time to get up extra early and workout. The other part (that won) told me to at least lie still and rest. I am a wreck when I don’t get enough rest…

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I think I’ve been bit by the cleaning bug today. I got home at a quarter after seven. Since then I have: emptied the dishwasher, cleaned out the coffee maker, swept out the laundry room (that’s where the cat boxes are), did a load of laundry, wiped the bathroom counter, and swept and washed the kitchen floor.

I think I must be on the crack! I need to settle down!

I have to bitch about one thing with the laundry facilities though. Don’t get me wrong, I love that it is in my unit, but why did they install a super-size washer, only to pair it with regular sized dryer? It is so annoying. No matter what you do, the washer never seems full, and yet at the end, everything is wrinkled from being shoved into the tiny dryer. It really sucks.

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