Wednesday, September 29, 2010


I get to work long before the office fills up. Now that the year is waning, I sit in the dark until the sun comes up into my office window. I sit in the dark, drink my coffee and slowly wake up by blaring Gaydar Radio, London’s gay internet radio station.

This happy Steve time was interrupted this morning by the fire alarm with all its screeching alarms and flashy strobe lights. Well it’s predawn, I’m alone with thirty fire alarm strobe lights flashing and gay house music blaring. What would you? I grabbed my highlighters to use and glow sticks and ran to the hall way and danced to the upbeat disco. The strobes flashing to the bass beat.

It was fun. Dancing alone under the disco lights, having Alex Baker as my personal DJ. Until the fire inspector snuck up behind me.

“Uh, are you okay sir?”

“Christ! Sorry, yeah I’m okay.”

“Maybe you should head outside. It’s just a test but maybe some air would do you good.”

Six o’clock in the morning and I’ve already brought shame to myself and to our people.


Dead Robot said...

You didn't tab him some E?


Scooter said...

Let the music play
He won't get away
Just keep the groove
And then he'll come back to you again
(Let it play)
Let the music play
He won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave you anymore
No, no, no ...

I'll run and get the cocktails !

Howard said...

You are so adorable. I just want to take you home, put you in a collar and make you sit in the corner so you don't bother all night.

Hmmm, that was supposed to be funny, but it sounds mean.

Ok, you can romp & play & dance to "Can You Forgive Her?"

Patrick said...

LOL Scooter!

"At first I was afraid,I was petrified..."

Shame? Au contraire!

Randy P. said...

It's Stevie Time... can't touch this...

Wonder Man said...

you are too much ;-)

DW. said...

Shame? No! You've brought fun! Energy! Originality! A nice bum!

to proceedings.

Stay happy, dear Stevie B.

Blobby said...


The only thing funnier is if ended up dancing w/you.

cb said...

Well, once a coworker caught me singing a showtune at work at the top of my lungs on a Saturday.

I didn't think anyone was in the place.