Archive for the 'Friends' Category

09
Aug
08

Friends are Like STDs (Except Better)

The first time I heard the platitude about friends being in our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime, I just about gagged. It’s like a Hallmark expression left out of the fridge overnight. So, I’d like to offer a new point of view: Friends are like Chlamydia, Syphillis, Herpes, or Hepatitis C.

Friends who are like Chlamydia are in your life for “a reason”. You can recall exactly the moment you came in contact with them, and the choices you made to make it a somewhat lasting relationship. You’re sure to learn something, go somewhere new, and perhaps most importantly, know much more clearly what you do and don’t want in an STD – er, I mean a friend. You may or may not be glad you met, but one thing’s certain: you’ve learned something. And then they depart, (perhaps) never to be seen again.

Friends who are like Syphilis, Continue reading ‘Friends are Like STDs (Except Better)’

10
Jun
08

Best Pride Ever

I’ve never liked Pride, and I thought I’d rather have a thumb in my eye than march in a parade. Who knew I’d have as much fun as I did this past weekend, marching in the Pride parade with the GSGRA. Sam, Sonny, and I carried state flags and represented the rodeo.

Funny thing being in a parade. The presumption is that there’s a reason why you’re in it, and why people would care. So the spectators give you this once-over, just to make sure that you’re somebody to them, and then the onus is on you to be somebody, with a smile or a wink, or a holler, so that’s exactly what we did.

We finished up the parade route early, rolled and tubed the flags, headed for The Abbey and tipped a few in honor of pride, our right to marry, our friendship with Sonny, and the rodeo. Sam was right. It’s more fun being in the parade than watching it, but then, I guess that’s no surprise. Kinda like life.

Here are some snaps from the weekend. Continue reading ‘Best Pride Ever’

04
Jun
08

The Long Blondes at the Troubadour

Lisa hooked up the VIP seating, and Sam sacrificed a few hours of sleep on a weeknight for us to go see The Long Blondes‘ last U.S. show at the legendary Troubadour last night. There was nothing for me to do but be grateful, and I am.

The Long Blondes are a 5-piece English indie rock band from Sheffield. I fell in love with them after seeing them “put on the dog” in the video for Guilt, a song about an infidelity, and the singer’s unambiguous choice – “and guilt has nothing, nothing to do with it.”

Continue reading ‘The Long Blondes at the Troubadour’

28
May
08

Hello, Would You Please Take Your Shirt Off?

Sam and I had dinner at Jennifer’s house last night. Once the wine was poured and the conversation began to flow, she interrupted us with her delightfully twangy Mississippi accent, “Oh, before I forget, and before he gets back from the store – I sent him out for bread – I have this guy staying here for a couple of weeks. His name is Flo… short for Florent. He’s this hot, straight, French soccer player, and ice skater, and his body is flawless. I mean he’s an athlete and all, but he’s also 23, because you know, there’s everything you can do to have a great body,” she said fluttering her hand over her midsection, “and then there’s 23.” Continue reading ‘Hello, Would You Please Take Your Shirt Off?’

27
May
08

A Raspberry Memorial Day Weekend in Hollywood

A full three days off, and a full three days:

A barbecue with our friend Sonny the rodeo rascal, and his partner, Ken, a man who radiates wisdom and safety. Everyone in attendance, under 30, checking their Blackberries at 7pm, doubtlessly looking to the next event of the evening. The Sex and the City release party we just didn’t have the stamina for, and Sam’s subsequent nightmare that I’d added Sarah Jessica Parker curls to his head, and then left him for a latino boy with a bubble butt. That’s ridiculous. Continue reading ‘A Raspberry Memorial Day Weekend in Hollywood’

06
May
08

Palm Springs Rodeo: Chute Doggin’, Second Go

The ice on my ankle for a few hours sure did make the difference the next morning, when we cowboyed up and headed back out to Banning for the second day of events. Driving in the car, I started to feel all of the little muscles here and there that were sore, and I got a real appreciation for the athleticism of rodeo, after all it is a sport, no matter how well-dressed. I made mental notes about how I might train in the coming weeks for the rodeo in L.A. Continue reading ‘Palm Springs Rodeo: Chute Doggin’, Second Go’

28
Apr
08

Of Friendship, Love, and Steinbeck

This past week, Sam and I resolved a two-month squabble with one of our friends, Paul. It’s funny how stuff like this can spin out of control, and before you know it you’re not arguing about the issue, you’re arguing about the arguing about the issue. So, we all sat down to eat a little crow this past week, with great satisfaction and surprisingly little indigestion. Saturday night we took Mom to a transcendent performance of Steinbeck’s feel-good play depression-era of the Spring, Of Mice and Men, and if that didn’t cinch a weekend of introspection, the post-apocalyptic dream I had that night did. In the dream, Sam and I watched everyone around us perishing from the fallout, and then once we had saved ourselves and Mom, I sickened from tetanus, as I’d stepped on a nail somewhere along the way. I woke up crying, and Sam hadn’t slept well either, likening everyone in his life, and himself, to the characters in the play. Ugh, Steinbeck. Continue reading ‘Of Friendship, Love, and Steinbeck’




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