It was pointed out to me that I have not updated my little online diary for a bit so I thought that Valentines Day would be a great day to do it.This morning I had to wait for the cable guy, something I find most annoying - the idea that you get a two hour window for the guy to show up, and when he finally got here he was sloppy looking. X (I will only write their name if they don't fix my service) Cable then went on to "fix" my Internet service by bringing a new modem. Far be it from me to tell X how to do their business, but it is really not cost effective to send a guy to someone's home (albeit my weekend retreat) to bring a modem when they could have mailed it. Of course I complained about the ridiculous $30 fee that came with the cable guy's visit and it has yet to be waived. We shall see, but nothing is fixed yet so I'm still waiting for good email service.
Truth be told I guess that waking up at 7 a.m. to wait for a cable guy is better than waking up to the kid down the hill practicing his violin. I don't know what to say about that except his parents really need to give up on that little adventure into the symphony. Maybe it didn't happen today because it is raining, they usually kick the kid outside to bug the rest of us with practice and they close the windows, but I live on the top of a hill and LOVE open windows (to use one of my friends' sayings) "I heart them." He actually says that. I find it cute. What I don't find cute is bad violin playing, no matter the age. Poor Stradivarius got lucky with the Little Ice Age and made some fantastic multi-million instruments - I dare say this kid is not in the running to play one.
Meanwhile, back to the evils of the cable company. Prior to the cable guy arriving I realized that I didn't have any milk and there just is no getting around the fact that I love cereal in the morning. The pantry is full of
cereals of all kinds, but today I wanted one of my favorites - chocolate Honey
Bunches of Oats. In order to get my "fix" I had to get up, wet the hair, throw on my Nanuk of the North clothes since it was freezing outside at a mere 50 degrees outside, and schlep off to the closest place to buy it: Ralph's. So there I am thinking that I'll get in and get out (I'm not a grocery store kind of guy - if I have to do it I want the commissary, but if nothing else Bristol Farms delivers so why go) - I digress: the place was packed.
THEN it hit me. THESE men all forgot about Valentine's Day! I saw men buying those big cheap red chocolates and flowers from the florist department and I thought to myself that this has got to be one of the
biggest days for stores all around the world that sell flowers and candy. So many men forget and they know good and well that if they don't turn up with something Valentiny today that there will be no "V" tonight! So they got it at a grocery store. Any woman (or man) that is willing to put out for Ralph's bought flowers (where there are about a million florists between Rancho Santa Fe - the Ranch - and Del Mar that were already open as I made the drive) would have put out regardless.
I guess the partner would talk less if they were chock full of candy, but what do I know? I'm sitting here alone for the Big V. The good news is that on the drive I saw a sign that polo was starting up again soon! how fast the winters turn to summer in this part of the world.
You can probably tell that I tend to write things backwards from the day that I create this diary even though my real diary actually goes in the right direction, but keep that in mind when I say this. I HATE WIKIPEDIA. Someone sent me a note asking if I wanted to comment on a comment I made on a show I did on January 29th. I didn't know what the hell they were talking about so I asked something sarcastic since I do not comment or quote on things and don't do interviews, usually,
sometimes I make exceptions, but it has to be something I really care about.
Anyway - turns out that someone put on Wikipedia that during that show I endorsed the Bush Administration and said something like their policies made more people for America to kill. I said that? That didn't sound like me since I soundly reject MOST of what the Bush Administration did in the latter years and when it came to endorsing them it was usually on issues of fighting terror and that is it.
So I go read the Wikipedia drivel - something I hate because anyone can write to it and people from all walks of life get to write whatever they want. I do hate the picture that is there, but what can you do. I had my assistant go through the page when it was first brought to my attention to get rid of everything that was wrong, but what a waste of time - it just ends up being there again. Sometimes being a "public figure" (I hate that term) is tiring. Again I digress, maybe I do have ADD as I tried to tell my high school chemistry teacher when I was getting a D in that course... anyway - I listen to the show (they're all podcasted) and it turns out I said something LIKE what is written, but the damn Wikipedia thing didn't allow (nor does it mandate) context.
I said that closing GITMO was a mistake and that GITMO did not cause more terrorism (as many, including the VP claimed it did). Does anyone remember a GITMO during the Clinton years when we were hit by terrorists how many times? NO. GITMO didn't cause more terrorists, but IF it did, I said, so what - gives us more people that we have to kill.
People acted like that was a big deal. Some guy from Rhode Island published it and a "media watchdog" group (I don't want to give them hits) wrote about it. I can't believe that I'm even close to important enough for a media watchdog group to watch, but whatever fills the time and gets money out of George Soros right. Who am I to judge how a former conservative who is now a darling of the left because he had to be forced kicking and screaming out of the bathhouses and gay bars of DC does in his spare time? Ooops, did that give it away?
Sorry Dave. Yes, we've met, but not at a bathhouse, but it was a gay bar and he pretended nobody would know that he was there picking guys up at WET - YES good ol' Wet where men danced in showers with their junk out for the world to see. And he thought nobody would notice?
Meanwhile, so I didn't say what I said the way that it is depicted, but I said screw it all to hell - I'm not even going to try to fix it.
Wow, this is just today. One more thing about today and then I'm done about today and can start working backwards. I'm spending the day with my little brother Johnny. He doesn't mind if I call him Johnny, but you better not because he will probably kick you ass. Beyond that, though, is that he's a huge rugby guy. Loves rugby and we're going to be surrounded (in a scrum if you like) with rugby men. Now, he's married to Danielle and is a great guy, but if he were gay he'd be doin
g so well (I doubt he'd have had to buy himself chocolates for Valentine's Day if you know what I mean). BUT, as much as he is better looking than I am - we think we're related - and that would be a trick since I'm fricking adopted and he is not. Go figure.
Could my father's sperm have been donated to a woman on welfare who gave birth to octuplets and I ended up adopted by the same guy that donated the sperm who then went on to produce little Johnny? There is a whole other story to my adoption and it is touching, could this all be a fiction to protect a sperm donation? Oh well. He's not so little and at 27 or whoever the hell old he is he is still my little brother, but could he be my real little brother? Too much in common.
We're going to get a DNA test one day, but we have to wait for the right time (is there a right time for that) so we can fight over the family assets that have not been wasted by my over indulgent mother. Kidding mother - you don't waste money (how many times have you been on the plane this year?). Meanwhile...
So I had a fight with a bureaucrat this week. She is just a full fledged bitch. I ended the conversation by telling her how much I really hate her, and I do and I know hate is love, but I HATE her. She thinks she's great and she's as mediocre as they come. I don't think I could ever be someone like that - a bureaucrat who does little more than surrounds herself with people who tell her that she's brilliant while she can't do so much as answer a question without going full blown menopausal (you know the type). Anyway, I've decided not to deal with this woman again, unless I have to. Thank goodness I have a microphone in front of my mouth to wash my troubles away. I'll name her one day probably and where she works, but this is neither the time nor the place and maybe she'll find here way.
So Eyal told me that he saw my ex-boyfriend in Chicago over the weekend. He and I had a very, VERY, rocky split that lasted far too long. I won't tell you what happened, but he cheated on me. Oh wait, I just told you and I tend not to erase things. Yes, cheated on me. Hello, we're gay. No need to cheat when we can just break up with each other right? Not like we had kids, dogs or even fish to split up and find homes for. All we needed to do was break up, but he opted not to do that and he struck out on his own to find a new man. The funny thing was I caught them together. Was the worst day of my life and left me bitter for quite some time. He is on my Facebook page, but I won't tell you who he is and no I won't say that and not erase it - I'm being very careful. He says he won't cheat on anyone else again, but I say once a cheat always a cheat. That's just me though.
I celebrated my birthday on the 4th and that was okay, but as I inch my way toward 40 I realized that I never used to imagine that I would get to 40. I thought I'd be in my 20s forever and here I am closer to 40 than 30 and at what some gays would call the end of the line. I've never dated anyone older than me or significantly younger, but with people my age sometimes being so immature and some people in the 20s or early 30s so mature - I find that age is a mere fabric of our imagination (I can say that now that I'm older).
For my birthday I had a couple of celebrations. I hopped on a plane (thank you Mr. BlueStar Jet) to get to my birthday dinner and it was great. An intimate gathering. I like to fly places that are even close because you can fly out of small airports and it is the cost of a first class ticket. You do it on a weekend and the planes are full and you can all share the miles with the card, but on the weekday it is a crapshoot and you can end up paying the whole darn bill. Luckily for me there were a few people going the same day as me.
Then another night I went to dinner with Sunil and Lena. I forget the name of the place (it will come to me), but everywhere in Hollywood is fabulous that was done by this one designer (I forgot his name too and I hate looking things up while writing - almost as much as I hate backspacing to correct things), but I know where someone is getting a birthday party - the Christina Aguilera room (it's not called that, but I'll know it when I see it). I think he'd like it and even though he might not - I would and that is really what matters in the grand scheme of birthday parties.
Before that I was at a short little conference where they had me stay at a chain hotel. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am as ashamed as anyone when I say that I stayed at the Westin. You remember - that awful hotel in downtown LA (all participants had to stay at the hotel - I guess they wanted us to be safe - meanwhile every death movie in a hotel was filmed here) and I was there for a week. I snuck away to my room (lucky for me I've got the right card to sneak away so I can get a penthouse and a Westin penthouse is no penthouse - it is sort of like a pent without the house) - tiny, no mini-bar and TVs that the stimulus package will have to pay for boxes to convert the signals to.
The good news is that I got to steal away to see Rosa and Gladys at Jose Eber to get my manicure and pedicure (Rosa) and my facial, nose hair wax and eyebrows done (Gladys). I've been seeing the same people for six years (I used to see Holly there until she moved to a competitor who I will not mention, really, I won't) and I'm loyal. I'm bad at many things, but if I learned anything in the military it was loyalty and I will not leave a place that treats me well. Jose does that. Thankfully.
So what did I do before that? Gosh, there had to be things, but I can't think of any. So enjoy your Valentine's Day and I hope that if you have someone a kiss that you do. You never know when you'll be like me and you won't have someone laying next to you at night to tell you that they love you. I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her - OH SHUT UP JULIA. Sorry - sometimes when I'm romantic I channel Julia Roberts characters (hello - Notting Hill), but it really should be my favorite author that I channel, Jane Austen, but they never got her on film so I can't. I do love Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibilities. Maybe I'll watch romantic movies all day so that I know what I'm missing. I did see one really good romantic film this weekend and it was "The Grocer's Son" - a French film about a guy who has a strained relationship with his family and he goes home after his father has a heart attack to help with the family store. It was a good movie and had a good message (and it was romantic - didn't hurt that the star was also cute - I do love gorgeous men, but give me man next door and I swoon. Rent it. Good idea.
Probably not. I don't heart Valentine's Day.
Until next time... XOXO
