Bobo Sundays

So, it's officaly that time of the week again, Bobo Sunday. This is the day where I parade around town in a cute outfit, running errands, drinking Starbucks (only because they are the only place in town that takes my credit card, I swear I'd drink local coffee if someone else took plastic) and then I come back and pretend to clean my apartment. It's my favorite day of the week...green reusable shopping bags are a good look for me and I just don't get to carry them everyday. However, due to the obvious warm weather, my day may be cramped by morons and tourists who will make it impossible for me to find a parking spot downtown. Is it so much to ask that people don't come to my town to go to Faces, look at lesbians and hippies and eat at Fitzwilly's? I mean really, how hard is it to go to Amherst or Boston or Salem or something? I hear Keene's really nice, maybe these idiots can go there instead of crowding my streets to listen to that guy play the steel drum.
Aside from Sunday being my favorite day, because it's my relaxing day, it's also my least favorite because it means that the weekend is over and I have to go back to work for 8am tommorow morning. Kevin and I had a long weekend in CT, we saw relatives, went to the flea market, went to the vintage clothing sale (thanks Ross) and ate sandwiches. I also had bonding time with my favorite friends like Thomas (my business partner) and Kristin (our website designer). Brass Pony is on it's way off the ground, so watch out....

Greetings From the Cubicle

Despite coming home in time to catch 3 hours of sleep, I was the first person to make it to work this morning! ha HA! It's a slow Friday and I've cleaned every drawer in my cube and sorted through papers to see what could be used over again because I've implemented a recycling program at work. Yup, totally fucking bobo. Anyways, what's up this weekend? Kevin needs to read my blog to find out what I'm doing....

Pink Eye

Burns and sucks. And eye drops suck but we just watched a great film, "Death at a Funeral" and now Top Model is on and I love me some Claire. But seriously, Brass Pony is getting off the ground, Thomas J. and I are almost ready to show you are goods...

Change of Plans

Okay so no one reads my blog or cares BUT I think plans have changed and we're going to be gay in Fire Island instead of gay in P-town. I'll be in P-town at some point over the summer anyways so I suppose I don't care about this switch in plans...mostly because I've never been to Fire Island and I intend on crashing the annual Keith Richards party.
But honestly, so far it's Kristin, Thomas J., Kevin and I think Alex in on the summer house. Apparently EVERYBODY will just come in two day intervals, which means that, if you're not going to throw money at us then you need to pay for dinners or drinks for the people allowing you to crash. Everyone is invited and the last night of the weekend I'm voting on throwing the best party Fire Island has ever seen, EVER. Fuck you Keith Richards.
Also, Thursday night...Vegas? Who's in for that? It's a little less expensive than a room at our summer beach house...everyone start buying my drinks in preparation for this summer. I'm also thinking pool parties and day trip bro downs at the family private beach in CT too. I'm super amped up for summer, working in a cubicle makes me itch.

"Manic Monday - I Wish It Were Sunday"

So, it wasn't "six o'clock already" when I woke up from the middle of a dream. I wasn't kissing Valentino by an Italian steam either, but it was 7:40 and I totally had to be at work by 8 and it takes me twenty five minutes to get there and so I was late.
But really, what I was thinking is...who's down for a condo in P-town this summer? I mean really, drag queens, burlesque shows, CHEAP MARC JACOBS STORE and me doing kareoke with the queens at Governor Bradford's? What could be better? We can all drink lots of alcohol, lounge on the beach, wear leather vests over no shirts and eat well over priced tofu at that place above the African place. It's usually a Kevin and I excursion but we can invite you this time. T and H and Finn will be around...it'll be like the best summer idea ever. I mean what else do we have to do, pool partie's at Jeanne and Pete DeMichele's and sweating? I'm organizing now so we can get a good cheap place. No one complain they are poor...I just don't want to hear it.

"We like driving on a Saturday night..."

This has been a seriously long week. Last night, was long, I'm not even sure that it was fun, I know that it wasn't NOT fun but it was a slightly serious evening I feel. I had no real urge to dance or party, I was just kind of there....floating....singing the Bangles in my head, wishing that were on instead of some of the other shit that was being played. But I sort of always feel that way after being exposed to some slightly unpleasant elements of my life that will never change.
Also, p.s. what's with everyone under the sun, randomly being around lately?
As for today, I was awoken extremely early, as fucking usual, to the sound of a small animal running back and forth, back and forth, between her food cabinet and the bed. She can't just give me one day to sleep can she? She did this to me yesterday too, the dry food that's out all the time is apparently, just not good enough for her.
After removing my self from this very desk seat, I will put on my best Easter wear and head to Stop and Shop with a reusable green bag and be just like those other bobo women buying Whole Soy yogurts and organic chick peas. I'm probably even going to stop for a Starbucks latte, grande caramel soy, and troll around with that and giant sunglasses. Then, I will make my fabulous Easter dish, wait for Kevin to return home from a slow morning work and head to South Windsor, CT for a fun day of family festivities.
Perhaps someone will start a game of poker, otherwise all we will be doing is watching golf, discussing film and watching those crazy blonde ladies that come discuss their undying love for Journey and Pat Benetar, while we sit with my sister, brother and sister in-law in a corner trying to discreetly make fun of others.
Happy fucking Easter, put on your best downward looking prayer face today, that's what I'll be doing.