Sunday, February 28, 2010

Melrose Plantation Tour







Saturday, February 27, 2010

Walking around Natchitoches




Friday, February 26, 2010

A Weekend Retreat


Have you ever heard of Natchitoches, Louisiana? This historic city was established in 1714 and is located in NW Louisiana. According to Wikipedia, Natchitoches was founded as a French outpost on the Red River for trade with Spanish-controlled Mexico. The settlement's site was established near a village of Natchitoches Indians... hence the name. You may better know this city for being the site where Steel Magnolias was filmed.

I will be spending the weekend in Natchitoches with three Heauxmeaux couples. We are all staying at the same bed and breakfast (Andrew Morris House). Our wonderful hosts have assigned us our rooms and created a full weekend itinerary. I am thankful because organizing a gaggle of gays is NOT easy.

This will be a great relaxing getaway from the hustle and bustle of New Orleans. The best part is sharing the adventure with friends. I'll be sure to post pics!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Injustice at Ole Miss


I am very sad that Ole Miss is replacing it's mascot Colonel Reb. This is nothing short of political correctness gone amok. What's wrong with having a white plantation owner as your mascot? It's tradition!

It also pisses me off that so many schools have shed their Indian mascots. Instead of honoring a brave people at an educational institution, we choose to erase them from our conscienceness. Great. So, now we are left with a very narrow view of Indians as jobless alcoholics on reservations supported by casinos. Way to go you political correctness fucks!

Hell... why don't we start removing offensive names to airports? Let's start with Reagan International and George Bush Intercontinental. I get nauseous flying into those airports by their names alone. Let's change them too!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Ch.. ch.. changes...


In the last few months, I have been pondering a total career change. Since I have been at the same company for the last 17 years, I am ready for a new challenge.

Why not a career in nursing? It fits perfectly as a rewarding career... I'll be making a positive contribution to society. The pay is good. My skills would be transferable to anywhere (relocate?) and it would be in a field that is in big demand. That's important in today's crappy economy.

The challenge now for me is patience. When I became aware of accelerated nursing programs for people who already hold Bachelor's degrees, I was real excited. Unfortunately, enrolling can be a lengthy process. I have to get my official sealed transcripts from college, two letters of recommendation (academic and professional), and pass an entrance exam. I may also have to take prerequisite courses.

So, I am looking at starting nursing school at the ripe old age of 40. Umm... will I be too damn old? LOL. That thought lingers on my mind. Also, I do get squeamish around needles. Will I be able to overcome that? Hmmm...

Stay tuned...

Monday, February 22, 2010

WOOF Pack

Are you a gay man living in your very own WOOF pack? Do you share the same den? Are you a happy WOOF pack? Do things get dicey when there is competition for meat?

I am asking you this because I am trying to understand the dynamics of gay men and their brethren. Can there truly be harmony in a WOOF pack? Does nature dictate that fights for dominance must routinely occur for survivial of the WOOF pack?

Let's say you share mutual hunting grounds. You find some meat. The WOOF pack leader wants that meat. You ain't giving up that meat without a fight. You gnash teeth, growl and bristle fur at each other.

Being the younger WOOF, you ain't about to rollover, whimper and submit to an ornery old WOOF. You can either kill him (not really!), make peace or leave the pack...

Am I the only one who thinks gay men often live in their own WOOF packs?

Self Control

See that punk right there? I am soooo gonna KICK HIS ASS!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Mardi Gras 2010



Well, I am going to chalk up this Mardi Gras as one for the books. I hosted Carlos (aka "Papi Whore") all weekend. He was treated to cold weather, long walks to the French Quarter, and live gay drama theatre.

What drama? Well, let's look at the first full day of his visit. Carlos asked to play with my iPhone at breakfast. Unbeknownst to me, he posted "I think I'm a bottom, what do you guys think" on my FB page. That quickly generated 36 comments. He cunningly deleted FB from my phone so I couldn't easily find out what he had done.

When I found the slanderous and untrue status update, the gloves were OFF! I posted a fat picture of him and wrote "Someone has been eating too many donuts." Let me tell ya... I had never seen Carlos go from zero to BITCH in 4.5 seconds. Lesson learned... DON'T FUCK with Latinos!

Back at the house, a still steaming Carlos stole my laptop. I chased him all around the house: upstairs, downstairs, round and round the dining room table. I was surprised (considering) that I couldn't catch him. My dogs must have thought we were crazy.

Carlos foiled me by finding a bathroom and locking the door. The Papi Cunt then changed my FB profile pic to a fat one. He threatened to delete all of my FB friends until I kneeled down and apologized.

So, I did my best impression of Carlos at the NYC Eagle. I kneeled down and apologized for being a jerk:

TO BE CONTINUED....

Monday, February 08, 2010

Electrifying Happiness

I have never seen the city of New Orleans filled with so much happiness. After the Saints Superbowl victory, it was as if we were all placed under an intense happiness spell free from any prejudice.

It was the human condition at it's finest. Horns were blaring, bands were jamming, and people were happily marching down the streets. Strangers were giving each other high fives, hugs, and kisses. It didn't matter if you were white, black, straight, or gay. We were one city... one people... celebrating our team's finest hour.

Congratulations to the New Orleans Saints... Superbowl Champions!!!

Friday, February 05, 2010

Almost There


As the biggest weekend of Mardi Gras approaches, I am CLOSE to being in decent shape. I will be in good company too. Durban Bud's sweet houseboy (Carlos) will be spending Mardi Gras with me in the BIG EASY. We'll try not to be too slutty, but don't judge us if we are. Laissez le bon temps roulez! And GEAUX SAINTS!!! KICK THE COLTS ASS!!!

Who Dat Dog



Thanks to Drew for making me aware of this video. Who Dat!? Who Dat?! Who Dat say they gonna beat them Saints?!

Monday, February 01, 2010

Mr. Dreamy


A stud named Drew flew into New Orleans to see me this weekend. I'd say he came at a good time because things have been a little weird for me. I've been so focused on working out hard for Mardi Gras, I haven't exactly been myself.

Drew was taken aback by how quiet the Bienville house was. He had heard rumors it was a whorehouse, but found it eerily quiet when he arrived on Friday.

I whispered and pointed, "The elderly couple are in that bedroom..." He whispers back, "Do they ever come out?" I frowned and shook my head "no". In an ominous tone, I warn Drew to NOT go near their bedroom door. He shuddered and obeyed.


Outside, Drew found comfort in feeding the goats:


We did catch the Krewe du Vieux rolling in the French Quarter with it's raucous parade on Saturday night:




I had a great weekend with Drew. When I dropped him off at the airport, I couldn't help but smile. Company is ALWAYS good. :)