Thursday, January 28, 2010

A Fool's Birthday

Happy Birthday to all you Sexxy MoFos out there, who were lucky enough to be born on this's one Sexxy HoMoFo that shares his B-day with Yours Truly.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Hey Gurl...

Just checking in...not much has gone on since you last tuned in. Work has been keeping me super busy since Halloween '09, but in this economy, that's a very good thing. I'ma hush my mouth and work Betch, work! I forgot to mention that my GBF (Gay Best Friend) and I dined at the Boxwood Cafe (one of Gordon Ramsay's restaurants) this past Saturday.

The Boxwood is inside the London (Hotel) West Hollywood. It's pretty easy to pass the hotel up if you aren't looking for it. It looks like a nice condo building and the "front" of the hotel is on a side driveway. Anyhoo, the Boxwood is Modern-60's-Fab. Not sure how to describe the place in Interior Designer terms, but here's a pic of the restaurant's front desk...

There were a couple of mirrors in the hotel that I really wanted to steal. I have a huge blank area above my TV and either of the mirrors I was conspiring to snatch would've worked just fine....but my GBF wouldn't fake a seizure so that I'd have enough time to rip the mirror off the wall. He is now dead to me.

The food was D'lish. My only complaint is that when my salmon (with cucumber salad & eggplant gazpacho) showed up, GBF & I asked the plate (in unison): "is that it"? The portions were very Un-American (read: the perfect portion for someone who just had gnocchi as an appetizer, and planned on ordering the raspberry meringue for dessert).

Warning: if you plan on visiting The Boxwood, also plan on bringing your own wine, be aware that the corkage fee is $35....ouch...that was a little steep for someone who's used to paying $10-$15. Overall, I'd recommend the restaurant, but it's one of those places that I can now say "been there, done that" and not go back.

However, after looking at the website just now, I wish I would've known about this area of the hotel:

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Sounds of Morning

I hate the morning. I'm more of a Night Owl than an Early Bird. So, I wasn't too happy this morning when, at 5 A.M., I could queerly clearly hear the foghorns off of Long Beach's coastline warning the townsfolk of approaching pirates....or whatever the foghorns sound off for.

I was able to fall back to sleep after about 20 minutes of listening to what sounded like my phone ringing on vibrate. Then, just before the alarm went off at 6:30, I was treated to the sounds of 2 chickens noisily clucking away on my side lawn. Where did these chickens come from? Did my house transport itself to East L.A.??? One of my neighbors obviously has a chicken coop, as I saw the rooster just last summer, strutting around on my front lawn. He was gorgeous. All black feathers, with a huge fan-tail that was a rainbow of colors. Who knew there were gay roosters?

This morning's chickens made me think of my Uncle David who lives in Lancaster, CA. He is the most macho man I have ever met. He owns an orchard and a small farm, where he grows his own produce and sells his wares at local Farmer's Markets. As a kid, I used to be scared sh*tless of him. He always seemed larger than life to me and reminded me of a Latin version of Elvis. As I grew older, I got to know the real man... the man behind the booming voice & the dark glasses. He's actually a kind man, just don't piss him off. You'll be sorry.

Anyhoo, he raised a turkey from a chick. He named the turkey Sam and actually trained him. I never saw the bird, but my mom said that Sam was really my uncle's pet dog. When my uncle would whistle, Sam would come running, looking for a treat. He even acted like a guard dog, chasing away cats and the neighbor's dog.

Sam lived to almost 11 years old. My mom said that my uncle called her the day Sam died (a few years ago). He was so upset she could barely understand him. She asked him if he was going to eat him right away, or wait until Thanksgiving. My uncle didn't answer her...he just hung up the phone.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Trippin' Up

Have you ever fallen UP the stairs? Yeah, neither have I, and not at work this morning, while walking up the main entrance's staircase....ahem!

As I was tripping over my feet, it felt as if time had slowed down and I just couldn't stop tripping over myself...up the stairs. In my head, I was screaming at myself to "Stop moving. Stand still. Grab the damn railing and stop yourself.....People are laughing at you!"

Mercifully, I only tripped UP about 3 or 4 steps, although it felt like my comedy routine would never end, and lucky for me that I was holding onto the railing; otherwise, I would have landed flat on my face....and that would've ended my Super Model career for sure.

I'm just really thankful that there was only one witness on the steps this morning (to whom I said: "you didn't see that did you" and she replied with a grin: "no, not at all").

Oh, and I just know that the security guards are watching the taped recording of me tripping on loop....and laaaaaauuuggghing! I'm not ashamed though, it feels good to brighten someone's day.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Cold Going Mad


What better way to ring in the New Year than with some Old Skool 90's?

Can You Feel it?