I think therefore I am bored...

Sometimes I wish I was dumb. I wish my mind was numb. I wish I had a calm, complacent mind that did not wander...but INSTEAD....I am stuck with this big damn balding dome on top of my shoulders...When I am bored, my mind races, I think about everything, I worry about everything,I ponder all the what-ifs, how-comes, and why-woulds of everyday existence. I should be thinking about something constructive, like, where should I get a second Job, when should I return to school, how can I better myself, my life? etc. Instead I sit here on the couch, thinking, and sometimes its depressing, sometimes its enlightening, but every thought pertains to something that is out of my control. I cannot control what others do, think and feel, but I still manage to waste, what could be valuable time being consumed by thought. I have a philosophy about not sweating the small stuff in life, but recently I have not exactly adhered to that philosophy.

Maybe its just human nature to wonder...to put yourself in different situations and position, or maybe its the 5 shots of iced espresso that I have had over the last 30 minutes...Haha, either way, its time to get ready for work. Sorry I am not more entertaining today. I will try to pick another fight with the elderly/homeless for your entertainment...

B

New idea...

So my life has been slow recently, at least on the blog front. No fights with the decrepit, drunken shenanigans or bar brawls to speak of. There have been some akward/confusing/frustrating situations of late, but I am saving those for a rainy day.

I did have one blog-worthy story to tell, I had the most impressive celebrity sighting ever today...I had what I think was an "Eric Estrada Sighting." You all know Eric Estrada from those silly pictures:


Oh, and he was also on some show "CHiP's" in the 80's...The best part, and again, I'm not 100% sure this was him, but he was parked at the BP gas station on Robertson and Olympic and was driving a refurbished Police Cruiser. I thought, Ohhhh, the Irony!!!

Allison and I went out to Bingo last night at Hamburger Mary's and met Nareth, Frangelo, Jeffery and Kris. Played a little gay bingo and then went over to OBar to see Kevin Barry for his 30th B-day. He was a bit sauced but had had a good night! I was sad to hear that he will be leaving back to cold Philadelphia at the end of February, but I guess that's life right?

We went to Fiesta for Karaoke and milled around for a little bit, Nareth taught me to dance like I'm hula hooping. Hahaha, fun times! Before long, I'm not going to need booze to dance! hahaha. I work today at 4 for a couple hours and then have Friday off which will be nice!!! Have a lovely Thursday people.

Brandon

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Later

An MJ's kinda night...

I'll start off by saying that I feel a little better than I did yesterday about life and connections and that I feel as though I have hit the reset button on life which was something that I was not really allowed to do in the last few months. :-)

I went to MJ's last night with David, Richard and Ellis and met a few friends that I have not seen in awhile, Patrick, Brian and Adrian. It was great to catch up with everyone. In typical MJ's fashion, there was gross 80's porn on the TV along with some gross 80's Go-Go dancers on stage...We grabbed a quick drink and headed outside. After meandering around for an hour or so, we headed back in to dance for a little bit. Yes, dance, Yes, Me. The more that I go out with Rich and Davie the more I dance. I cannot help it...I am slowly becoming less white, well at least I am exhibiting less of the "White Boy Dance Stereotype". Not that I know how to dance, or that it looks even remotely like dancing, its fun to just let your inhibitions go and move around a bit.

So we were dancing around and some big gross sweaty guy bumped into me, and "saturated" my right arm...Bleh!!! I moved forward a bit and he slammed into me again. At this point he was pretty much grinding on me, I kept trying to move away and he kept getting right back on me. I was surrounded by attractive people, and this guys was on me? Really? Damn the luck! Whatever, I had a lot of fun with the guys and look forward to doing it again sometime soon.

Oh and Adrian, Banana Penis Porn, I told you I'd remember!

I got work today from 3-9 and then might be going to Karaoke tonight with Allison at Fiesta. I think we are doing a Duet, "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John and Kiki Dee. We'll see how that goes. Talk at y'all later.

Some ties are meant to be cut...

And some loose ends are meant to be tied up...I need to figure myself and my "ties" out, and soon, because its really screwing shit up. Thats all that I am going to say about that.

In other news, I almost had a heart-attack today. Really, I may have been pretty close. I went to the gym this morning and shot some hoops for a little bit. It felt good to jump around for 30 minutes or so. I had not played basketball since Meech and I dominated psychopaths at the Hollywood Arclight 24 back in June. It got my heart rate racing and my blood pumping. I was going to go and do some quick cardio and then head home to get ready for work. My right knee which usually prevents me high impact cardio(treadmill) felt good and loose so I decided to get on the treadmill. I just started running! It felt great. My heart was racing i could feel my pulse in my temples. About 25 minutes later, which is probably the longest I have ever ran...ever...ever...I reached down and grabbed the heart rate monitor and was astonished!!!! My heart rate was 196bpm...WTF? I let it go and grabbed it again and it said 195. Ok, time to stop. I normally have a slow resting heart rate, about 50-54 bpm. It has been an hour since I left the gym and it is still about 84bpm...Hmmm, no more treadmill for awhile...

In other less boring news, oh no wait there is no other news... *sigh*

Tags

So I went through and tagged my blog posts accordingly to get an idea of what my rants have involved. My most common tags are "Philosophical Bullshit", "Booze" and "Euthanasia". Hmmm, intriguing

Just a couple of Tid-Bits

As my work day was winding down and coming to a close, I was pondering what to do with myself after work. Gym? Food? A Movie? Thankfully, David text me and answered my question. He and his roommate Richard were going out for a quick beverage and to meet with Richards new "Squeeze" who, by the way, is really cool.

We got to Foxtail around 10:30 or so. None of us had ever been there before, but apparently it was gay night on this one particular Sunday. Richard met up with Ellis and a couple of his friends. They were all really nice. Tony and Dan I think their names were, and we danced the night away...Well, realistically, I shuffled my stupid white feet around and bobbed my head, like white people do when they attempt this "Dance" thing.

Normally I prefer dancing "with/against" someone, but as soon as that someone got a little closer, I just locked up and froze like a pre-pubescent boy at his first middle-school dance, wondering if its her "Koodies" that are making his loins tingle...sigh...What the hell Brandon? Dumb-ass...

Alright, enough about my strife, lets talk wine...I am planning on going to Temecula on Sunday for a wine tasting with a bunch of my hetero-life-mates from San Diego. I think I wanna gay it up a bit, anyone wanna go? It might be an all day excursion, I'll drive, and yes...I'll stay sober. For those of you who know me well, I am making quite the sacrafice staying sober on a winery trip! I just want some good company and some good times! Give me a bell if you are interested...

Karaoke!

I would like to preface this blog by saying GO CHARGERS!!! The Bolts play in crappy freezing cold Pittsburgh today and are going to need to play flawless...We'll see what happens...

And now, onto the Juicy Bits!

I got out of work last night around 9PM and raced out to Korea Town to meet Nareth and the girls at Yose Karaoke Bar. I was exhausted from work but felt like I needed to go out.

As soon as I walked into the room Ron poured me a beverage and it was ON! I could not drink that much because I was driving, but I got my fair share. Enough to sing backup on a couple songs, Don't Stop Believing (Journey), Don't Speak (No Doubt), and of course, YMCA, what else would you sing in a room full of drunk gays. haha. Everyone was seemingly having a great time. We were there for about 3 hours and then most headed home but a few of us, Nareth, Kevin, Mario, Jorrell and Myself, headed to the Abbey. I was the fifth leg, but its ok. We got a drink and decided to call it a night.

I had a blast on my first Karaoke night, and hope that there are more. Next time, someone can drive me that way I can let my true singing talent show!! God help all of you...Haha

OLD PEOPLE!!! ARGH!

I was just at Vons on Fairfax and Pico and had just finished loading up my car, got in closed my door and got ready to back out. An old man, probably around the age of 410, pulled into the spot next to me in his MASSIVE Cadillac. I was waiting for him to pull all the way in so that I could back out. His buddy in the passenger seat throws his door open into mine. Keep in mind, I am sitting in my car with my window down looking at them. He then proceeds to get out of the car look at me, look at my door and then close his. I said "Excuse Me, You just hit my car." He looked at me and said, "No I didn't, I don't understand." So I smiled, looked straight ahead grit my teeth, rolled up my window and left.

My heel was pulsating the entire time too...

Is Obama Pro Euthanasia?

Why Can't Life Be Easy?

Because then it would not be called "Life". It would be called "Easy". God I'm philosophical...

***CAUTION*** THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH CONTAINS SOME DEEP SHIT!! READ WITH DISCRETION. Hehe

I have been doing a lot of thinking over the last few days since getting back from San Diego. Thinking about where I am at right now, relationships(or lack there of), friendships and work related stuff. And I have come to the conclusion that without a little struggle in life I would have completely lost interest by now. I get frustrated with myself and others sometimes because I am not certain of what is going on. I like to know what people think (both about me, and in general), and I like to know intentions. I have always been a decent judge on character/intent, and I think that is one of the reasons that I still have 4 close friends from the age of 6, Ryan Arant, Alan Brimer, Aimee Davignon and James Barlow. I am right now though at a loss. I feel like I have become a bit disconnected from those around me and those that I think I really care about or have the potential to really care about. I am happy to have made some new friends recently, but am not able to read intent. This is something that only time can solve. It is also something that makes me a big friggin' "Worry Wort." Its one of those situations where I just need to keep playing the game of life, and see where my path takes me. I have come to the realization that in the game of "Life", no matter how hard it is, and how alone and somber you feel, you never really lose the game until you quit playing.

In other news, Marlene Okner, yes you Marlene, has left us at work for greener pastures and ridiculous schedules! I work 15 of the next 16 days and my only day off is a crappy Monday. I am taking Sundays off starting on the 18th and am going to enjoy every bit of them. It will be nice to have a lazy day off when all my amigos are off too. The one problem with being in the service/hospitality industry is that your schedule is usually pretty effed-up as Marsa says.

My Chargers are playing tomorrow at 1:00PM. I work at 2:00.. :-| Really? They are playing the Pittsburgh Steelers in Pittsburgh and are NOT at all favorites based on Vegas odds. We'll see how that goes. God knows I'll have ESPN Gamecast up at work watching every play! I hope its not busy on Sunday, because I'm not doing a DAMN THING!

I went out last night with Alex and Joel to the Abbey and met up with Phil, Frang, the Jeffs, Mark, Dindo and a couple others. It was a good time. I kinda sat back and listened to the conversations around me, trying to drink it all in.

Frangelo's man proposed to him on Xmas Day up in the Bay and bought him a really nice ring. I don't know them very well at all, but I am really happy to see the gays standing up to this proposition 8 BS. My advice, go to San Francisco, and let Mayor(Future Governor?) Newsome marry you to spite the 52% of this hateful state.

A couple of Dindo's amigos were drunk and bashing each other and one of them used a racial epithet for a person of Arab origin that also contains a racial slur for a black person...You figure it out...Normally people say whatever and I don't really get that offended. This time was no different, but I still thought about it all the way home. I thought about it long enough that I had a dream last night. I for some reason remember this dream VERY VIVIDLY!

I was at dinner with the cast of Family Matters, Yes, Family Matters, Carl, Harriet, Eddie, Laura, Judy(Who is now an adult filmstar), Richie, Aunt Rachel, Grandma Estelle, Urkel, Waldo and even Urkel's gf Myra...Don't ask. Anyways, every time I opened my mouth a racial slur came out. Finally, Harriet asked me to leave dinner because I was making everyone upset. I woke up with tears in my eyes...WTF is wrong with me? haha

I think that's it, for now at least. I have not had any more run-ins with older Jewish woman which, of course, is a good thing. Today is Saturday though and they are all out walking like zombies. I need to be careful...

Man Crush...

I think I have another new "Man-Crush." I am "Crushing" for Chris Martin. He realeased a song called Lhuna with Kylie Minogue in honor of World AID's Day on December 1st. It is a haunting song with haunting vocals and a good message.

Enjoy. Use it as background music for your readings!



Kylie:

I’m all by myself
I don’t need anybody else
I’m all by myself
No help

I’m all on my own
Quietly sleeping in my home
I’m all on my own
my own

Chris:

Hello
Won’t you let me come in?
Lhuna, can’t you hear how much I’m suffering?
Hello
Won’t you let me know?
Cos I’m all alone
all alone

Both:

We are dreaming about Lhuna
The smell of her
The touch and the taste of her
dreaming about Lhuna
Her and me, simultaneously

Kylie:

I don’t know what the time is
I don’t know where you’ve flown
And I don’t know why you’re so far
from home

Chris:

Hello
Won’t you let me come in?
Lhuna, can’t you hear how much I’m suffering?
Hello
Won’t you let me know?
Cos I’m all alone
all alone

Both:

We are dreaming about Lhuna
The smell of her
The touch and the taste of her
dreaming about Lhuna
Her and me, simultaneously
Her and me, effortlessly
oh her and me effortlessly

Nothing to report

So really nothing interesting has happened over the last two days. My heel feels a bit better and the floating piece of whatever that I thought was a bone spur is no longer floating...Do they ever just go back in? I have had the last two days off and have ran some errands including getting a memory card reader from Best Buy so that I can upload the wedding pics among others. Hope everyone has a great day, I'm off to get Pho and go to work!

B

Resolutions

I have spent the last couple days, when I have not been busy with work, bachelor parties, weddings etc. compiling a short list of resolutions that I would like to make for a better 2009. Some of them are realistic, some are not realistic and some of them have already been tossed out the window. I have characterized them as the "Good(likely to be followed)" the "Bad(fat chance)" and the "Ugly(ooops, too late)".

Enjoy!

THE GOOD(Highly Likely)

1. I want to get in shape. Since returning from China I have lost 26Lbs via watching what I eat and 4-5 times a week gym trips. Those of you who have seen me before may notice, but on a 6'4" frame 26 Lbs is not a lot. I weigh in at 182Lbs right now and would like to stay there, while reducing my body fat % which I assume is about 346%. Meech and I got a kick out of a show on LOGO called Rick and Steve, where they referred to someone as being "Skinny Fat". We decided that we were both "Skinny Fat". We chuckled and then got depressed, haha. I resolve to maintain my gym schedule and have the necessary yet gay cliche six pack by the end of February.

2. I have had a history of getting myself into trouble when drunk. Nothing too serious, since the 1st(and only) annual "Gobble-de-Gook Sprint(if you don't know, ask someone from Davis)". However I have, over the last year, developed a nasty habit of Drunk texting/calling/e-mailing that has gotten me into trouble, a lot. I need help on this one. If we are all laughing/happy/drunk and I am on my phone in a corner someone intervene!! Do me a favor and rip it out of my hands. I resolve to no longer bury myself in my phone when I have been imbibing...

3. I want spend more quality time with friends. I have a couple friends up here, some new some old. When I hang out with those friends I get Euphoric. I am a happier person and feel like I am on top of the world. I don't know why I am like this, maybe I just subconsciously seek their approval, but whatever. All I know is that being around this handful of people is better than any high I have ever had. I resolve to allow my friendships to blossom at their own speed, and to take advantage of the time I have with this handful of people.


THE BAD(A Tad Bit Less Likely)

1. I would like to cut alcohol, or at least most of it out of my diet and budget. At $14/drink for a drink with 3-4 ounces of booze, The abbey is a bad influence on my waistline and my budget. The Abbey among others is a perfect example of an opportunistic merchant. Gays tend to be depressed, therefore they drink. They also tend to have disposable income and actually budget for weekly alcohol expenses. Most of the time this budget allowance comes out of the food fund. Who needs to eat when you can be on a diet of Methamphetamine, Camel Lights and Vodka. No wonder thay are all so skinny! I'm glad I'm not THAT gay...I resolve to not spend more than $20 a night when I go out and to not go out more than twice weekly maximum.

2. I would like to get my own place, or at least my own bedroom. David Just got a sweet deal last week on a place in my neighborhood, and it is definitely within reach. I love my living situation right now, roomies are great, rent is fairly cheap, but realistically, nothing beats having your own room. This is where the second job comes in. With a second job my options will expand greatly. I resolve to put myself in the position to find my own room within by April.

3. I would like to get a second job. I am not bored with the one that I have, in fact I really do enjoy it, however, I need to take advantage of the fact that I have lots of free time and no one or nothing to really spend it on or with. David had suggested that I get a hobby. But hobbies are expensive. Therefore a second job, maybe bartending 10-20 hours a week would be lovely. I resolve to make a valid effort to seek out additional employment.

4. This goes hand in hand with the one about staying in shape. I would love to spoil my body. This means weekly massage and steam room trips 4-5 times a week. I have access to the massage at work and I have access to the steam at Toppers. I just need to stop coming up with excuses on why I cannot treat myself more often. I resolve to take advantage of the benefits that I have.

THE UGLY(Probably Already Broken)

1. I drive too fast. I have always driven too fast. I might continue to drive too fast. If the freeway is empty and it is late at night, I have no qualms about getting from point A to B at 100mph. I know it is stupid, but the risk is low. If I am tired or there are other cars on the road, I sit in the mid lanes at 70mph. I do not drive recklessly with other people in my car. When there is someone else in my car, they are my responsibility. Timmy got into a fender bender recently and has since then put a sign in his car that reads "Slow Down!" The reason that this is an "Ugly" resolution is because it has already been broken multiple times. I drive like a maniac, and every time I don't consciously think about slowing down, I look at my speedometer and see lots of big numbers...

2. This applies to #2 in the "Good" resolution section. I have already sent out a couple of idiotic emails, texts and voicemails. The reason that I put this up there and down here is because I'd like to characterize this as something completely different. I belong to a club, and I am the only member. I am the President of DCA, the Drunk Communicators Anonymous. I have fallen off the wagon a few times already and will most likely continue, but I just gotta get back on the wagon! haha
NO MORE DRUNK COMMUNICATIONS!

THE UGLIER(Not a Snowballs Chance in Hell)

1. I would like to think I could stop getting into "Skirmishes" with the elderly, seeing as how I went to the gym this morning and could barely walk on my "'Geriatrically' Assaulted" heels. But this one is out of my control. I have so far been called a "queer" by "Father Time" at Trader Joe's in West Hollywood, A "Big Bald Asshole" by this salt and peppered nut job on Santa Monica, and my most recent run-in with this Yiddish squawking crow at Walgreens. And this is all since the beginning of September!!! I think this one is really out of my hands. I need to wear a shirt that says "I karate chop the elderly" for intimidation purposes.

Oh and speaking of "Walgreens Hussy", I wrote the story and got 14 texts messages from friends who read it say things like, and I quote, "I totally though you would have kcked(sp) the old biddy's ass" and "I could just see you knocking her in the face with your gallon of milk" and, my personal favorite "...i imagine you had a VERY tough decision to make there...there's something about clocking the battleaxe that would be severely satisfying..." REALLY??? Do I come across as the kind of person that smacks around the youth challenged? I hope not...Hope y'all have a lovely Monday. I'm out...

If I can think of anymore I will post them. Anyone else have any fun resolutions?

White Devil...

A few reasons why I love my neighborhood...

I went to the gym at 7AM today and did my usual routine but added in some additional cardio. I tried adding 15 minutes onto the stair climber in addition to my usual 25 on the bike and 20 on the elliptical. My legs were shaky and already sore and I was a bit irritable. As I am driving back on Pico at about 9:15, two cars are stopped at the red light. They two people, a middle-aged man and an older woman were talking. The light turned green...They continued to talk...I waited a solid 4 seconds and then, in Los Angeles fashion rolled down my window, laid on my horn and screamed "Green Light Idiot." The woman in front of me rolls her window down, and signals me to go around...REALLY??? So I gassed it unnecessarily and whipped around her with my horn going the whole time...The nerve...

I got back to my place, parked and walked next door to Walgreens to get some goodies. Skim Milk, Crest Vivid White Toothpaste, Crest Whitening Weekly paste, and Roc Salicylic Acid Skin Cleanser...What...I'm gay...Its acceptable. So I am standing in line with my fabulous purchases when I get rear-ended, in a bad way, in the ankles by a shopping cart. I turn around and am instantly mortified...She looked deep into my eyes, my soul was exposed, my hands full, may nerves unraveling...It was the "Road Block" from earlier, and you bet your ass she knew who I was too. I turned back around and waited for it to hit me like a ton of bricks. And it did.


Artists Rendering...

She pushed her shopping cart hard into my ankles...My eyes welled up, I have bruises on my Achillies Tendon now. She hits me a third time, that's it, one more time and I'm doing 35-Life for premeditated genocide...She waited for a bit...Let the line move up, took aim, and fired. She hit me so hard with her cart the fourth time I bumped into the guy in front of me. I turned around and in a big, deep, loud, "straight" voice (I figured embarrassing her would make her back off, wrong)I said, "Excuse Ma'am, please watch my ankles. She smirked at me. I was getting my ass kicked by a 65 year old woman, whose basket was full of Werthers Originals, Depends and Ace Bandages. I finally got out of her way, and got up to the register. I was about to cry from the pain at this point, and everyone in the stupid store, which was uncharacteristically crowded, was staring at me, begging me to cry, they wanted to see some action, but there was none to be had.

I paid for my goodies, which we the only things keeping me from curling up on the floor and crying in agony...Again, I get excited by teeth whitening products...As I was walking out she yelled across the store, Meshuga Goy...Had no idea what it meant, so I turned around and did what any self-respecting grown man would do after receiving the beat down of his life from an Estelle Getty Wannabe...I stuck my tongue out at her and made face.

I looked up Meshuga Goy and found it to be Yiddish for Crazy Gentile...Wow, she is perceptive, I am usually mistaken for a Jewish man in this neighborhood.

My ankles are on fire along with the rest of my legs and my spirit is tarnished like cheap silver. But I must move on...After all, I have teeth whitening toothpaste now!!!

"Mae-wedge"

If anyone can tell me where post title comes from, you get bonus points. Today was my brothers wedding. so of course the last few days involved quite a bit of debauchery!

I drove down to San Diego on New years day and started getting ready for my brother bachelor party. It was nothing too elaborate, just all the guys over for booze, poker and some good times...

I was so tired when I woke up yesterday, that I almost slept through rehearsal. Showed up a couple minutes late, ran through the motions. Left the church and raced home to meet Jefferson who came down from LA for the wedding and was waiting at my parents place. We ate, socialized drank more and I finally was in bed at around 11 or so. No, 11 is not that late, but I was hurting really bad from the last 4 late nights.

I showed up to the church this morning, late, and got all ready. We took a ton of pics which I will be posting on my myspace soon, and then we were off to the races. During the ceremony, there was hard found a dry eye in the crowd. Towards the end, they did a unity candle along with a separate for my grandfather who passed 1 year and 6 days ago, and Allyson's younger sister Ashleigh who passed in the Paradise fire on October 26th, 2003. I lost it and started tearing up. I looked down at my grandma and she was blotting her eyes. So sad, but there was so much good happening everything was okay...

The rest of the ceremony went off without a hitch. The only other responsibility I had was to deliver the best man's toast. I procrastinated and did not write anything until the last minute. Friday afternoon, I E-mailed David a REALLY rough copy, and asked if he had any suggestions. He offered up a couple of awesome anecdotes, and the speech went really well. The two parts that David suggested I add were received well, and got some pretty hearty laughs! Thanks D.

I just got back to LA tonight and am now looking for something to do. I was exhausted earlier, but am now kinda bored and not too tired.

Oh, and for my San Diegans... How about them Chargers?!?!?!

New Years Eve...

So I am not sure how many of you have been on the edge of your seat waiting for this, but here it is...My partial recollection of what I think I remember happening on Wednesday night/Thursday Morning.

My day started off with cotton mouth and a headache. I woke up at David and Richards place, sleeping on a 4 foot long love seat. From what I recollect, it was comfy...But that's not important. I went home to get cleaned up and headed back to David's to pick up the boys up for a shopping trip of mammoth proportions. I already wrote about this in more detail in my previous blog...

As far as NYE goes, I met with David and Richard at about 8PM or so. We had a quick beverage and headed out. Our first stop was Phil and RD's casa. I had never been there before and was looking forward to getting to know some of these new folks that I have kinda met throughout the last year or two. It took David about 10 minutes to start calling for shots. I made a batch of "Holiday Cheer" and tray passed them like the Bartender I once was. We grabbed a few more drinks, socialized and then headed out around 10:15 to another party. We had a couple more beverages and then decided to go to the Abbey.

The line was roughly 100 people deep and it was not moving. I was lucky enough to have pulled some strings earlier and we got to go in the back door. A special thanks to Jesse and Dana! You guys rock! So we got in in time for the countdown. I was sauced and feeling daring...In my drunken ineptitude(or brilliance depending on your point of view) I leaned in and asked David for a New Years Eve Kiss, and JACKPOT!

I was a bit weary about not really having plans for NYE, but it all ended up well.

I had a fantastic night and look forward to many more with my new found amigos!

The last couple days...and NYE

So the last couple days have been weird, emotionally at least. I finnally have a glut of days off and am going to enjoy them. Last night, David took me to MJ's for my first time with Richard and Ron. I had soooo much fun. I was teasing David about his nickname shots on the way over, and he was laughing and shrugging it off. We walked in and made a Bee-Line for the bar, when, what does David do but order 3 double shots of Kettle One, and the first round of drinks...Thanks David!!! I helped him and Richard move yesterday for maybe 90 minutes at the most, and I got 4 or 5 drinks and a meal out of it! Sweet!! Such a nice guy, hahaa.

Today, David, Richard and I set out on a mission of shopping proportions. That started off at Ikea and Ended with Costco. They essentially bought everything that someone would need in a household to survive...I bought Ravioli...David was being pretty Entertaining. We ate at Ikea, in this new pseudo-gourmet kitchen thing they have. He consumed 14 meatballs and within 90 minutes we were at Costco getting hot dogs and Ice cream. After eating we went inside where he managed to get 1 of ever sample in the store, and then on the way home said, "I'm getting Kinda Hungry." I have never met anyone, other than maybe Sean Scott, who eats more, faster than I do! I think I have met my match...

Tonight should be fun, I think we are going to go to Phil's for a bit, then Chris's and then a special secret destination that no one not involved is to know about...sorry all...Hahaha. If you know then you are involved if not, then you're not. Photos to follow...

Just a quick one

I have been home from work now for a few hours and have been thinking about some fond memories. I remember when my brother and I were 10 and 12 years old +/- a couple years. We would always go swimming at my grandparents. My grandpa always used to yell at us, NO PEEING IN MY POOL! Then he would call us over with a sample of pool water. He has a little bottle of magic elixir that told him which one of us had peed in the pool, if the water turned red, it was my brother, blue, me. We were so stupid back then, not realizing that he had a blue and red bottle of food coloring. We were both guilty of using the pool potty, but would not admit it. So when the water turned blue or red, we knew we were busted! Ohhh the Trickery!

The other memory was for Thanksgiving about 15 years ago. I reached across the table and grabbed a dinner roll with my hand. He watched me do it, looked at me and said "You want some mashed Potatoes too?" and used his bare hand grabbed a "handful" of mashed potatoes and plopped them onto my plate...It was legendary...

Miss you already Papa, can't believe its been a year...

Football, Days off, Shave Cream, Alcohol and a creepy old man...

My gays may wanna skip the first paragraph, It has been translated into "straight talk"...

First off, Congrats to my Football Chargers. And yes some gays like football for something other than the Tight Ends...hmmm...yeah...Anyways, My Chargers spanked, no, embarrassed the Denver Donkeys last night, 52-21 including a 4th and 1 touchdown run that was no unnecessary it made me laugh. The cameras panned in on Jay Cutler (Denver's Quarterback the one who throws the ball for you gays) towards the end of the game when the chargers were up 45-13 and Cutler mouthed, "I can't believe this, Wow." Yeah Jay, you just got spanked by a team that was 4-8 4 weeks ago. Don't worry, I'm sure the Chargers will send you a post card from Tampa Bay come February...

My next topic is Days Off...OF which I have not had in three days and will not have for another 3 days...Boo. I think I am going to take Sundays off from now on in order to spend them with important people and to be able to once again enjoy the Gendarmerie...I miss my spa-folk..

Shave Cream... For those of you that shave, guys and one or two of you girls...I would like to take this time to pitch a fantastic product. My friend Friend Topper is the owner/founder/creator of Gendarme Fragrances which are incredible! He just had a new formula created for a shave cream that is hands down the best I have ever tried. Better than Kiehls, better than Zirh, better than Anthony. In fact if our lord and savior Jesus H. Christ made shave cream, it would pail in comparison. Its a bit pricey($15.00 for a 4oz bottle is a 2-3 month supply), but a tiny bit goes a really long way! Buy it at www.gendarme.com send Topper an e-mail letting him know how much you love it and that I sent you! Topper@gendarme.com

Thricely...I do love alcohol. Mostly the affect it has on other people. It is a very well-known fact that the gays love their alcohol. Many have disposable income that fuels the drug and alcohol trade. While I don't partake in the drug aspect of things, I do take a stance that what you want to do to your body is 100% your choice, because it is just that...A Choice and Your Body. I do however enjoy 1 or 4 Vodka Sodas when I get out. I like how people are real, say what they feel, straight forward and to the point when they drink. Liquid courage is what I call it. I came out to my mom on the phone on September 18th, 2005 at 10:15 in the morning when I was loaded. It was week 2 of the football season and the Chargers were playing the Broncos, so i had a bit to drink. The moral of the story, is a carefree attitude comes along with the a couple beverages. So my point is, I cannot wait for next weekend to get out and socialize!

Finally, Creepy old men...I'm not sure how to feel about this one. I went to the gym this morning and was lifting weights when an old guy--now I'm not good with estimating age, but i would presume he was in his mid 130's--came up to me and stood there. I was doing independent dumb bell presses and I thought maybe he wanted to use the bench. I pulled out my ear buds sat up and said, "You need the bench?" He said, "No I am just impressed that a guy as thin as you can lift that much weight"...WTF? If I were pressing 80 Lbs per arm, I would be flattered, but, I was not. I think I was lifting 45 at that point. Generally women and twelve year old children lift 45 to warm up. So I was kinda pissed. Am I that frigging skinny that people are impressed when I can lift my arms above my head??? I wanted to turn around and tell "Mr. Burns", "Here, Catch! and throw my 45 Lb weight at him. Then I realized I was probably too weak to throw my dumb bell more than 2 feet or so. God damn it...

David is coming back form Texas today. I am looking forward to hanging out with him soon. He is a lot of fun! Can't wait, well, time to get ready for work, Happy Monday everyone!

Brandon

The Weekend Wrap-Up

I got back to Los Angeles on Friday morning, and promptly went to work. Lame. It was ok though, something exciting was-a-brewin' for Friday night. I was going to go to Rage! I always felt like I was not allowed to go to Rage due to past relationships and other safety concerns, but I finally decided to go. Nareth had invited me and I jumped at the bit. Conveniently and by complete coincidence, it was "asian night" at Rage. Hmmm, funny how things work out.

We got to Rage at 9:15 or so and got some drinks. $5.00 drinks all night, can't beat it! As I was looking around, I came to the realization that I have met/chatted/hit on roughly 75% of the guys in the bar...My question is, does this make me whorish, or just a tease, seeing that I have not actually met any of them. Thoughts? Comments? Oh Well, I am just going to call myself outgoing! Which is what I was that night. I rubbed a bald guys head and asked him for head shaving tips, I got the number of the doorman who was really good looking, played staring games with a couple people partially to just because i wanted to and partially to make them feel uncomfortable. It was a blast.

After my headache went away at 5PM on Saturday, I left work and headed home with no plans. Timothy had texted me to see if anything was happening. His guy friend had apparently ditched him to go to San Diego, and so I said im up for it. I cooked some dinner (Homemade wontons, and Brown Sugar Fried Eggplant) and got all cleaned up and left to Pick of T-Fong at about 9:00. We got to the bars at 10 and went to trunks. Trunks is an interesting place. For you Escondidians, it is much like pounders. A dear friend of mine, Thomas "Jesus Christ" Nolan once referred to Pounders as "The Star Wars Bar", simply because of its patros very creaturous and alien-like appearance. Trunks is not nearly as bad as pounders, but there are some similarities. Either way, the beverages are cheap and the music is loud. Timothy and I walked in and the whole bar turned to look at us...it was weird. Tim said "What the fuck is everyone looking at?" and I habitually checked my zipper...Turns out nothing was wrong, people are just rude. We had a quick drink, chatted for a bit and then left.

Fiesta was next in line. They do a 2-for-1 drink special every single day, all day sans 8-10:30 PM. So we got a couple beverages there and found a heat lamp and proceeded to stalk "Leather Guy". Well T-fong did, I just watched. The wrost part was he absolutely knew that we were stalking him, but, hey, when you are at Fiesta, it happens. As we were leaving I saw "The Santos" and his gaggle of gays, don't remember their names, but they seemed really nice.

We then headed to the Abbey, the one place we said we were not going to go. But when we were walking by Dana, the greatest host ever, was at the exit and told us to come in the back door and to not wait in line. That was the first privilage that I have gotten at the Abbey due to John since he left in July! Sweet! Thanks Meech!

We walked around, it sucked, I saw Tom, he ignored me, we left. Got some Jack-in-the-Box on the way home, dropped Timothy off, and went to bed. The end.