Good Bad and Ugly
Friday, January 28th, 2005The last 24 hours have been really odd (not including the unexpected trip to Paris). Yesterday, as I was getting ready to head back up to Park City, I found that I had a flat tire. A very flat tire. At night. In the rain. And the mud. And the cold. And I was supposed to be at a big gay party (“homos away from home” at Queer Lounge) in 30 minutes. I think my tire was slashed, but it was hard to tell because of the rain and mud and darkness.
Now, pumpkins, everybody knows that when you’re going to a fancy queer party with pretty people from Los Angeles and local community leaders and the occasional celebrity, the last thing you want to do is show up with mud on your pants, grease under your fingernails and all the product washed out of your hair. Thankfully, I have a smooth-shaved head this week, so there was no product to be washed away.
Anyway, I managed to change to the spare with a minimal amount of mess. A quick stop in the little boys’ room to scrub up and I was good to go.
So Utah has really strange laws about alcohol. Because the Queer Lounge doesn’t have a liquor license, it cannot legally sell alcohol. But they can buy it and give it away. In fact, they can buy it with money that comes from the actual liquor company, then give it away. That’s what they were doing last night. I’d like to personally thank Raspberry Absolut for contributing to my lost inhibitions. I had 2 Raspberry Absolut & Cranberry Juices, 5 Raspberry Absolut and energy drinks, and 2 Zimas. I wish I were kidding about the Zimas.
And yet, I was “sober” enough to drive Michael back into Salt Lake at 2 am (where he passed out in the parking lot of our office after only three drinks… lightweight!).
But before I left the party, I ran into Reichen Lehmkuhl (of Chip and Reichen, Amazing Race winners). We chatted for a bit, I gave him my card, we hugged.
Stop. Bold that. We Hugged. I’m apparently on hugging terms with Reichen Lehmkuhl. Sadly, the f$@%ing batteries on the digital camera were dead, so I didn’t get a picture of us hugging (plus, by that point, Michael wouldn’t have been able to point the camera in the right general direction).
Last night’s party marked the official end to Sundance for Michael and I. I know there’s a bit more going on this weekend, but we’re finished driving up there every day. We have work to do. Dammit.
This morning, I was awaken by the sounds of my nephew bouncing a basketball on the hardwood floors of the living room and squealing in delight. This was odd because 1) no one should have been home to babysit him other than me and nobody had asked me to babysit this morning – not to mention it would be irresponsible to leave a toddler with a sleeping adult who doesn’t even know he’s there, 2) Craig usually doesn’t come over on Fridays – it’s his mom’s day off, and 3) I haven’t physically seen any of my relatives awake in over a week because of the wacky Sundance schedule. I guess the kids all have today off school because it’s the end of a term or some silly nonsense like that. And Jessi’s putting in some overtime today.
Tax time at the office has Steven stressed out about making sure we have all our paperwork correct. Which, of course, means I’ve spent yet another day in Excel Spreadsheet hell.
I spoke with Evelyn, the Center’s board President. I’m going to be on the Bylaws Committee and the Pride Committee for now, possibly more (or less if it gets overwhelming) down the line.
I met a guy in Sundance, Rod, who works for Wells Fargo locally. I was telling him how my credit is so screwed up that I’ve been turned down by three credit unions for opening a basic savings account. He thought that was ridiculous. I now have a checking and savings account with Wells Fargo! I haven’t had checking since I was in college and had a major disagreement with Bank of America about how much money was in my account and they politely (well, not so politely) invited me to stop being their customer forever. But I’m starting to feel “legit” for the first time in years. *pets shiny counter checks* Sometimes it helps to be able to access the “gay network” (which is different from the gay mafia, but works in similar ways).
Anyway, after all that long rambly life stuff, I’m going to see a semi-professional production of Steel Magnolias tonight. My sister Jacki is going to be my date because I haven’t had any one-on-one time with her since I moved to Utah.
Finally, look at my pretty icon (which I stole from *-*-*atpolittlebit”>) and if there’s anyone who hasn’t read it yet (and that seems unlikely), go here.
