It’s A Good Thing It’s Spring Break
I’m at it again – over extending myself socially. It seems I won’t be having a single evening to myself until the middle of next week. But, to be honset, I don’t think I mind.
I’m getting together with Mike tonight to talk about upcoming travel plans (Paris, Oxford/London, Montreal)…and to watch My Name is Earl, of course. Then, tomorrow night I’m getting together with my long lost Salem friend, Peter, who will be in Boston to go to Hooters with a straight colleague. Fortunately, I wasn’t invited as I’ve already done my time at Hooters…twice, as a matter of fact (once with co-workers and once with my parents…ugh). HMMM- I think there should be a gay equivalent to Hooters…Balls, perhaps?
On Saturday, I’m getting together with my friend, Tony, to take photos of me in his studio. Then that evening Mike and I are going to a housewarming party for a friend of his. Oh, it’s kind of funny: whenever my Mom calls to chat wtih me she asks what I’ve been up to and for the longest time I’d tell her that “Mike and I” are doing this or “Mike and I” did that. She would always ask “Who’e Mike?” and I’d explain he’s the school principal, yadda, yadda, yadda. Now when she calls she just refers to him as “that principal”. So when she leaves voicemails she says “Hay, Kahhhl. What’s been doin’? You must be out with ‘that principal’ because you’re not picking up the phone. Hello? Ahh you theah? Kahhl? Well, call your mothah when ya’s get home.”
On Sunday (or possibly late Saturday night) my old college buddy, Jeff, is flying in from California. Actually, he flew in last night but is spending the next few days in Maine with his family. We’re hoping we can hang out on Sunday before he flies out Monday morning.
Monday night I’m getting together with Jason for some hopefully FIERCE Rummy playing (note to world: I’ve been kicking his ass lately). On Tuesday, I’m getting together with a newish friend, Gus, who I met because of our shared interest in Boston architecture. He wants to see some books I have so we’ll incorporate food into the event because I’m always hungry.
Hopefully I’ll be able to just sleep Wednesday night. By then I think I’ll need it.
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Well, it used to be etchings, but “Come up to my apartment and see my architecture books” sounds like a perfectly good line. 🙂
I could so get behind a bar/restaurant named Balls. Bottomless waiters–and right at eye-level, too.
Follow the bouncing ball and sing along… “So Many Men, So Little Time…” It must be nice to have a social life. 🙂
Follow the bouncing ball and sing along… “So Many Men, So Little Time…” It must be nice to have a social life. 🙂
I’ve been to Hooters a couple of times and I wasn’t impressed with the “famous” wings. Or the hooters themselves, for that matter. Now, a restaurant that featured male erogenous zones I would definitely support, although “Balls” or “Cocks” doesn’t really have the same ring…
How about a Latin-themed chain called “Cajones”?
Aw, Nuts. Stones? Brass Ones? Or – if Hooters is “REALLY” about the birds (insert owl here), then your bar could play tit for tat so to speak; how about Peckers? Or Cocks? I’m just saying. By the way I loved seeing your Mom’s voicemail spelled out; spot on. Made me laugh. I love them too.