Monthly Archives: June 2009
On the real, can someone bring me a bowl of my mom’s stew, my dog when I was six and the director’s cut of A Room With A View? That would be great. Thanks.
I don’t want to be dramatic, but if this is my last post. I want to say that I love each and every one of you readers.
I used to live in the heart of the DC Gay Pride parade path. I don’t anymore and this year I missed the parade entirely. I was bummed. I love my old gayborhood and all my old gaybors. I love parades and I love big gay parades. Going to any gay pride parade is what I think it must be like for someone who’s been blind since birth gaining sight for the first time, “The colors!”
Somehow my parents visited me two years in a row during Gay Pride weekend. As they don’t follow the “parade circuit” like I do they were unaware of the reason for the colorful hullabaloo… I did not explain.
Dad (walking past the parade with me to my apartment in 2005): “Is this for the new Whole Foods?”
Dad (coming back to my apartment after a quick “scone run” to Whole Foods in 2006): There’s some sort of fashion show going on outside.
Me: “It’s Mardi Gras.”
I have puppy fever. I got it bad…real bad. Coobs got an impossibly cute mini schnauzer last month and I’m super jelly. Also, I’ve got puppies on the brain because Alaina has a doggie and I’ll finally have a little canine amusement when we move in together. I’m so excited. I lover her Boston Terrier, Annabelle Blanche.
If I were to get a pup, it would have to be a small breed because of where I live and the schedule I keep. But I really want a big dog. They’re so much cooler and fun and SO not annoying. I took a looksee at the Washington Humane Society and I am IN LOVE with this dog. It looks just like the white german shepherd I had when I was little. I started to tear up because this dog was mistreated and now needs a good home. Go ahead look into these eyes and tell me you don’t want to rescue him! Internet, please donate to your local humane society.
King (7702694) is a handsome 3 year old German Shepherd mix who was surrendered by his owner after he took him in from a neighbor who wasn’t properly caring for him. Unfortunately, the boy’s dad is allergic to dogs so they couldn’t keep him. King is a laidback boy who is a bit overwhelmed in his new shelter surroundings and just trying to get comfortable. He is gentle and quite tolerant, sensitive and appeasing. He also responds appropriately with food and treats. Though he could benefit from a bit more socialization, he gets along well with other pups and can take care of himself when left unsupervised. The strong and silent type, he’d likely do best in the home of another, more submissive canine, or as the sole object of his owner’s love. 🙂 King is full grown at about 55lbs.
I will be paying double rent for July. I’ll owe many doll hairs on the current maxi-pad and the new one. On top of the 4-figure security deposit paid last month, I also have to pay moving costs. And on top of paying movers, I have to pay $15o just to move into my new place. I’ve said it before, I don’t understand how condos work. What the hell is a move-in fee? *aghh* Do you have a tums? The acid is starting to rise and I have a full month to go before the agony is over. By the end of which, I will be broke and sore. So in a nutshell, I’m JAZZED.
The cherry atop my acid reflux came last night when I finally received my bill from the Virginia Medical Hospital. Remember this? Well six months later, they finally got around to billing me $75 for sitting in triage for an hour before being to go home and drink water until the “niacin flush” passes. US healthcare. I’m writing that note down on a post-it for my next lunch at Five Guys with B.O.
But I realize that this karmiclly (sp) timed bill is my comeuppance for my sins of Saturday. I was invited to the Georgetown reunion by my BFF. The plan was for me to meet them out late after the tented open bar on-campus event for which alumni had to pay $80. But she called me from the event asking me to come early stating it may be “cost prohibitive”… I would have to pay $80 dollars at the door. I told her I’d be there and when I arrived I saw a very loud, very packed, very low security tent filled to capacity with drunk Hoyas. I slipped in past the check-in table without breaking stride and enjoyed several Grey Goose cocktails on the Hoya alumni association’s tab. I don’t know about you but I still don’t feel guilty. $80? No. Sorry to the Tripp’s and Skippy’s that paid all I can say is that it must be nice.