It Ain't Truth If It Doesn't Hurt

CONGRATULATIONS RJ!!!!

One RJ Thompson, henceforth to be known as RJ Thompson, Esquire...was today admitted to the George Bar and will be sworn in as a lawyer on June 8, 2006.

ROCK EL CASBAH RJ! ROCK EL CASBAH!

On The Road Again...

Ever notice how there is a country song title for just about every event that happens in a persons life? From Redneck Woman to Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys...if you've lost a dog, wife, husband, pick up, or the Civil War...there is a country song out there for you.

Mr. Willie Nelson's old time hit is very apropos for me, as a week from this Saturday, I shall pack up the Kaiser and begin my long journey home. I am so excited I could just vomitar. Of all the most wonderful things that come to mind about moving home and starting my new job...the best is that my friends are going to be there when I arrive: Coya,  Pookie, Quiana, Noodle, the Scoobies, the Palabristas, Susan and Rocki and baby Luca, and all the other wonderful wonderful people that make up my extended family. I talked to Pookie last night, who basically demanded that I kick my heels together and come home now...Quiana called me this morning to tell me that she is giving me a fantastic present...a gym membership...which is something I couldnt' have afforded when I got back to town, but it would have been something I very sorely missed. Coya and I are probably going to shack up again as roomies sometime this fall...and...really...in the end...I can't wait to get back home and to get back into the world that I love and miss. And man am I getting right back into it...I have a board meeting immediately after work my first day home...how crazy is that?

I'm sure there is going to be some adjustment time. For one...I've been on "vacation" (some would call it unemployment) for going on two months now. And while I am super extra excited to go home and throw myself into Peter's campaign...I am also a little bit nervious about having to readjust to a work schedule after basically being a sloth for eight weeks. I am looking forward to getting back into the recovery community...not looking forward to the drama that seems to follow the LGBT recovery community like failed business ventures seem to follow George W. Bush (please note...I include his two term presidency as his biggest and greatest failure...I don't care if he takes down a business...but he's taken down the entire damn country with him this time...fucking shmuck).

Today may be the last blog I have a chance to do for a spell. And man do I hate it when I can't share my crazy with the rest of the world. But today I will leave you with this thought...taken from that classic work of black cinema excellent...Barry Gordy's The Last Dragon...never say never...at Heaven's elevator door...because...one you're there...you can't get it up anymore! (That ones for you C-Baby <hop>).

To Tan or Dye....

The title of this one is just for you my dearest C-Monkey. Last week, I had a fantastic vacation with a few of my closest friends. We sipped fruity beverages in the pool, we rescued abandoned golf balls that were just laying here and there on the condo's private golf course, we ate our body weight in food every four hours, and Sara almost lost her big toe playing Miss I'm Not Afraid of the Giant Rocks and Fossilized Coral on the Deserted Strip of Beach on Honeymoon Island Because  I'm a Queer Girl and We are One with all Things in Nature. That is until nature decided to give her a free ocean powered big toe massage...and then she was ready to hit the civilized beach on the other side of the island post haste. This is my same darling friend that was having a heavy flow day...and put us all at risk of rabid dismemberment by the local great white sharks...due to her monthly ebb and flow...and flow...and flow. You know I ain't got nothing but love for you Sara-er. But if I had been mauled by a great white shark whipped up to a deadly frenzy by the scent of blood in the water...you and I would have had to have a very long talk.

Save for a few communication bumps and a random revelation now and then...the trip was really relaxing and fantastic. It's been a long time since I've had a real vacation...actually...that's not true...for me a long time is a couple of months...but it has been a long time that I've been on a real vacation with good friends (usually I just hop in a plane, land in a city, and hope someone I know is there to take me in). I love going on vacation with a bunch of really different folks because their various interests lead you to some places you may never had thought to check out if you were on your own...like...say...Coya's insane love affair with boneless buffalo chicken tenders...which led us to Mugs and Jugs. Oh yes...if you are thinking...hmmm....that sounds a lot like Beer and Tits to me...well...that's about right. Seeing as Tampa is home to the original Hooters...it makes sense that they would have a red-neck, keepin' it real, let's all wear black tube tops and black daisy dukes with gold panty hose local version. Although, I have to admit, the hamburgers were off the chain and they were on special the day we were there. I tried to convince one and all to go back for their world famous karaeoke night last Thursday...but Coya was the only taker...and then she was just going for the wings.

RJ showed us all how to go fishing off the condo balcony for the elusive yellow tailed nobgobbler. Man...RJ and Coya are the two people with who I laugh the most and the hardest. One night...on the way back from the fabulous night club we checked out...we had Coya laughing so hard she couldn't sit up straight and was actually begging...I mean BEGGING for someone to shut us up. She tried to leap out of the car while it was still moving. Now that...folks...is comedy you can't buy.  But we soon eased her pain with some chocolate chip waffles, jalapeno hash browns, and country ham at the Waffle House.

The Vacationers on this trip have loosely agreed to take a trip to Puerto Rico next year. That's what I'm talking 'bout. I doubt there will be a local Mugs and Jugs...but the tits and beer are much much better. I promise.

Blog Neglect...

Hey friends, Romans, country-trannies...

This is going to be an uber-quick entry. I have very intermittent computer access right now. But I am alive, I am well, and I am moving home very soon. Just got back from a great vacation with Coya, RJ, Sara, and Jeremy...and I've got many a story to weave for you....prepare yourselves for the return of The Truth.