Monday, September 1, 2008
I'm not posting an entry today, but to say that I'm not I guess really I am. I or we decided that in lew of our regularly scheduled big gay camping trip or our even bigger, even gayer road trip to some bad gay bar within 600 miles of Denver we decided to help the BFF Carl in his new house. Carl and Will closed last Friday on a 1950s ranch house. A house that had been owned by little, tiny, elderly Mexicans. The house has brown everything, paneling, carpet and that ever so popular oak trimmed florescent light fixture hanging in the kitchen like a 70s Marshall Field’s dressing room. We’ve decided to take Labor Day to labor the day sprucing up their new house. And by “sprucing” I mean pulling down ceiling tiles one by one. But tonight is the big Labor Day Leather Dance Party And Ex-boyfriend fest. So that will be fun.