Well, the weekend was a whirlwind. I can confidently say that I have far fewer brain cells today than when I began. 3 - 2 = 1
On Friday, I picked up E.Shrew from the Baton Rouge Metropolitan Airport and we went across the Mississippi River to the Po side of Town (Port Allen) to John's Fabulous Poker Party. It is a half gay/ half straight poker party every other Friday. We draw cards to assign seating at two tables. We got lucky and had 4 gays and only 1 straight guy at our table. Unfortunately, the one straight guy wasn't very funny. Like John said, if he was on the show "The Last Comic Standing", he would get kicked off first. The Gays all tried to chip away at the unfunny straight guy's chip pile until we finally achieved an all gay segregated table. It IS the South after all
honey E.Shrew had the uncanny ability of getting dealt pocket Kings and mortally wounding me each and every Effing time! After this happened twice, I didn't want to look at him or talk to him. I was eaten up with bitterness. While he smiled, the hamsters in my head were doing overtime plotting a comeback.
Eventually, I DID get the last laugh. Both E.Shrew and I made it to the final table. He had three times my chips, but I was hanging in there. E.Shrew suddenly got dealt pocket Aces and got cocky. This was his ultimate undoing. Some bitch with big boobs (T) caught a straight on the River and effectively snuffed the Shrew out. EVIL GRIN. Soon, the other bitch with big boobs knocked out Birdman
, the Elephant poo picker upper, and (J), the gay personal financial planner. I suddenly found myself to be the only gay left in the village surrounded by big boobed women. Little old me was double teamed by some Double D's and bitch slapped to third (earning a paltry $20). Topping all the other gays for the highest place felt good to me though! ;)
On Saturday, we watched Hair Spray
the movie. I initially didn't think I would like it because I only vaguely remembered the original movie. Surprisingly, the music was very good. When I saw Michelle Pfeiffer's
MEGA BITCH character on the screen, I instantly knew I would love every minute of it. I give the movie: TWO SNAPS AND A DOUBLE SWIRL!
After the movie, we napped in the afternoon before we drove to G-Town to play tennis. It was childs
play. I effortlessly kicked E.Shrew's ass 6-1, 6-4 in tennis. Poor court position and sheer laziness was the Shrew's Achilles Heel. When your opponent doesn't feel like hauling ass, then you just hit those winners and make an easy game of it.
Yesterday was a busy day. I got my whole house cleaned, worked out doing seven grueling routines, and drove into New Orleans. Sunday at Tea was one of the busiest Sundays I can remember in recent memory. All the A-list pretty boys were out. We ran into (B) and (G) and an Aussie Fag Hag. She was really sweet. (gave me the nicest compliment) We drank and drank with our best buds (B) and (G). We really love these guys because they are so WYSIWYG. Since we are kind of like celebrity Bar Flies at the Pub (or is that bar stools?), we got free shots of cactus juice. It was about the size of three shots. Needless to say, we probably all woke up this morning with massive headaches. But all fun was had!
Interestingly, three separate
people brought up the subject of my blog yesterday at the Bourbon Pub. BNwb
(Bridgette Nielsen Wanna-Be) is a BIG fan. He said to stop posting all those damn tennis stories on my blog. Well.... sheeeet
! I love posting my tennis stories. I can creatively write about the glory and the angst of my tennis games. Then another person brought up my blog. I knew (P) played tennis, so I was bragging how I phucking
blew away E.Shrew on the previous day. (P) just smiled and said he was quite sure he was going to read about it on my blog today. My chronicled tennis exploits are becoming legendary! :)
PS: Sorry, Homer
for missing your call. I did try to call you back, but I think you were talking on your phone at the time because it just kept ringing. It didn't let me leave a message. It was good to see that Moby
posted a video AND a hot racy pic. WOOF! Thanks for becoming less twitter-like, and back to interesting! ;) I am totally digging what Jimbo
is serving up now.
You are so cool brother!