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25
Jul
08

Our Life on the D-List

The waiting is over. The show aired. Kathy was hysterical. I couldn’t be prouder of Sam. India was even more beautiful than I remembered (if that’s possible) and none of you saw the best/funniest stuff.

After Kathy kissed India, Sam was dared to make out with a straight girl, and I was dared to… well, let’s just say that the lesson learned was not to wear just a Speedo to a game of Truth or Dare, especially with Kathy Griffin and India Brooks. Naugty girls. Here are the photos… Continue reading ‘Our Life on the D-List’

23
Jul
08

A House Boy?

I had a dream last night that Sam turned to me and said, “I think we should find a houseboy.”

“Really?” I was incredulous, because it was one of those more-real-than-reality dreams and I couldn’t believe my ears. “You’re not serious.”

His trademark ever-sensible tone told me he was serious. “Think of the money we pay Dora every week. Now think of the fact that we have two extra bedrooms. Now think about the dogs having a walk every day, and everything being (said with all the reverence Virgos give this word) *clean*… every day.”

Dream Sam had a point.

I’m reading Tim Ferriss’ book right now, and it sounds like something he’d totally go along with. Continue reading ‘A House Boy?’

22
Jul
08

Kathy Griffin & The Pages, “Busted in Bora Bora”

Sam and I will (possibly) be on Kathy Griffin’s My Life on the D-List, this Thursday, July 24, on Bravo. The episode is called “Busted in Bora Bora.” I say (possibly) because we don’t know how the show was edited and if we’re in or out until the party on Thursday evening, where we’ll see it simulcast with the Eastern Standard Time broadcast (three hours earlier than the rest of L.A.)

As you will recall, we went to Bora Bora in the Spring, so Sam could interview Kathy for Passport Magazine. We couldn’t show you all of the pictures, for a couple of reasons. Continue reading ‘Kathy Griffin & The Pages, “Busted in Bora Bora”’

21
Jul
08

Mommie Dearest vs. The Dark Knight

The Dark Knight is sold out, solid, all over town, so Sam and I stayed in this weekend and tried to approximate the experience as best we could, by watching Mommie Dearest.

The first time I saw Mommie Dearest was within a year of the premiere, but on HBO, at home. I was 12 or 13. Soon thereafter, I got into a fight with Mom and called her “Mommy Dearest.” It earned me the requisite slap across the face. God, how dramatic. In fact, we both realized we’d been caught up in a wave of self-concocted drama and busted out laughing. How Camp. (That link, btw, is the best intellectual discussion of Camp, ever.) Continue reading ‘Mommie Dearest vs. The Dark Knight’

01
Jul
08

25 Live: George Michael in Anaheim

It’s always a little scary to see your icons live, lest they disappoint you. Last weekend, at Honda Center, formerly Arrowhead Pond, in Anaheim George Michael reminded us why he is an icon, and nobody was disappointed.

He’s come a long way since I saw him last, in WHAM, circa 1984 in the Miami Baseball Stadium. It was a wake me up before you gogo thing, a repressed homosexual lust thing, and a fleeting 80’s thing. They were fun, but who knew half of WHAM would become the fully-realized, world-class entertainer who performed last night? At times, it looks as if even George never expected it himself. Continue reading ’25 Live: George Michael in Anaheim’

26
Jun
08

Git ‘er Done: Chute Dogging in the L.A. Rodeo

It’s 110 degrees and I’m in a chute which is about 3′ x 8′, next to a steer that weighs around 600 lbs. I’ve been standing there for about five minutes, watching Sam in the previous chute. I’m calming the animal, and positioning his rump to the back corner of the chute while I calmly ask myself, “What the hell am I doing here?” I wonder how I got myself into this, kind of replaying the whole thing: the mechanical bull, Sonny, Sam, Rodeo School in Phoenix, Palm Springs, and now Los Angeles, and I still can’t believe it. It’s not until the chute attendant tells me, “The arena is ready,” that I reach down and take hold of the animal and become keenly aware that I’m being watched by my competitors – a lot of great cowboys and cowgirls. My safety (Sonny) talks me through my prep and keeps me focused and calm. The chute attendant asks me how I’ll tell him (or her) to open the chute. Some cowboys nod, some say ‘go’, some do both. I say ‘go’ and he opens the chute. Continue reading ‘Git ‘er Done: Chute Dogging in the L.A. Rodeo’

05
May
08

Palm Springs Rodeo: Chute Doggin’, First Go

Into the chute, calm the animal, check with the chute attendant and agree on a “go” word, left arm over the left horn and under the jaw, left fingers into the animal’s mouth on the right side, a good underhand grip on the right horn, a deep breath, a kind word to the animal, the “go” word to the chute attendant, keep the animal’s head up, keep your feet, out to the line, hear the whistle, turn left, hip into the animal’s shoulder, fall back and dog your steer.

That’s how it should go. Continue reading ‘Palm Springs Rodeo: Chute Doggin’, First Go’

31
Mar
08

Photo Shoot with Tom Bianchi

Tom Bianchi will try to tell you that he’s not a great photographer. “What I don’t know about photography would fill many, many volumes,” he said to Sam and me this past weekend, with a humble grin. I’m not certain I agree, but nonetheless, he is a great artist who, for decades, has worked with subjects to create and capture moments that translate into beautiful, iconic images.

“I always take a lot of pictures and then God gives me some great ones,” he said, skimming through the thousands of shots he’d taken of Sam and me over the previous two and a half hours. He even let me shoot a few of he and his boyfriend, Aaron, as we took a break – according to Tom, something he’s never done before. It was an honor.

Continue reading ‘Photo Shoot with Tom Bianchi’

27
Mar
08

From Bora Bora to Reality

bronsamsplash.jpgThe last 36 hours on Bora Bora may have been the best, as far as we were concerned. Free of obligations to Kathy, the schedule, and the group – no matter how lovely they all were – we got to just be together and relax. Tuesday was the biggest little day of the trip. With nearly all of our group gone, the place was a lot quieter and a bit more boring, but we loved it.

Sam and I had breakfast and went snorkeling with our favorite girls, Sue and Joy, before we broke off for a snuggle and a nap in the room, and a late afternoon soak in the pool until almost 6pm, just in time for us to make our 6:30 water taxi to Vaitape (vay-TAH-pay). By the time we were departing, they had found the missing Canadian hiker, the Garfunkels had left the motu, and the resort hadn’t run out of food or electricity. Bliss.

Continue reading ‘From Bora Bora to Reality’

25
Mar
08

Hiker Found, Lesbians Resting, Homeward Bound

The third act excitement came to a resolution today when we learned, rather un-dramatically, that the Canadian hiker, Collin Foster, has been found alive.

It’s been a great one-day extension, but truth be told, if we were here much longer, I’d be looking for a job to occupy me. One thing I’ve learned is that this body doesn’t like to stay at rest.

We spent the day snorkeling under the reception area where all of the incoming guests feed bread to the fish, hence, snorkeling there is like snorkeling in a tank at Sea World.

We’re glad to be headed home. Continue reading ‘Hiker Found, Lesbians Resting, Homeward Bound’




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