Out at the Bar...

Today was a lazy day of sorts. I had planned to go to the gym today, or rather yesterday (I just saw the clock), but got up late and ended up doing some chatting (I said it would be hard to cut back).

About 5 PM, I got an idea to go to Shooter's, a country-western gay bar downtown. I'm not a bar guy really, but I wanted to see what it was like. I called a buddy up to see if he would want to go. Luckily, he did as he'd been wanting to check it out for some time. We got there around 8:30 PM.

Now this was my first real gay bar visit. I've been to Hamburger Mary's before, but this place was a little different. It was a smaller place than I imagined and they didn't play country music until about 10:30 PM. Still, it was a neat place to be in, seeing everyone and just relaxing with a beer. The tall bartender there was a super nice guy, who kidded with me several times and refilled my Diet Coke several times (I had my two beers already and was driving my now drunk friend home later). He was also very handsome and looked really good in the cowboy hat. ;)

About 11:30 PM the place was jumping, but I had had my fill for my first visit and my buddy was very tipsy already. I didn't get hit on, or at least I don't think I did (I'm not very astute at this yet). I think it may have been the fact my buddy and I were sitting together that most guys thought we were a couple. Oh well, this visit was more of a recon look-a-round to see if I'd want to go back. I think I will sometime.

I wanted to head to Hamburger Mary's again to see the drag show, but my buddy was already drunk and I was getting tired, so I drove him home and then got myself home too. It was fun. Now I'm sleepy and reek of cigarettes, and I don't smoke. So it's time for a shower...

Trading Spaces Family...Who is That????

Watching some Trading Spaces: Family while relaxing and got to see my favorite polar bear Frank wreck someone's room as usual. It's not really that bad a room design, and Frank is so cuddly-looking. :)

I saw this blond designer named Rick, he must be new, but he's a really cute guy too, nice and furry... yum! May need to watch this more often.

In the Arctic...

Well, the snow and then the ice that was predicted has finally gotten here. I just finished shoveling the drive for the good it will do with the ice pellets smacking me in the face still.

The snow truck just went through. It scraped the street and they are still white.. that's not a good sign.

I hope the office is considering our "liberal leave" policy, because this bear is thinking of hibernating tomorrow if this keeps up.

Another Surreal Night

This show is getting more bizarre every week. I think this show has these people in the house for a week or so and it's amazing that things can be so outrageous so quickly.

The psychic was odd, but Tammy Faye's reaction was expected. I think going to a psychic is kind of fun, but I put no great serious belief in them. And I think that is how I would have endured it. Ass-ass baby Rob was obnoxious naturally, and the psychic's prediction that he would spread his DNA yet again was disturbing.

The major observation of this episode was the sound effects. It was fun to hear them ring out when something was said or done. For example, when the psychic said that Ron Jeremy's future dealt with love, you could hear a moaning woman and porno music play in the background. And the most stable job on this show is the guy who must bleep out the profanity. A conversation between Trashelle and Rob is like trying to listen an old Andrew Dice Clay routine on network TV. There are few words between the beeps, it sound like Morse code being broadcasted.

Hearing Trashelle toss her cookies was interesting... no sympathy for the morning after a drunk.

The play was unexpected, although I can't imagine what poor parents would let their kids attend a play starring these people. Tammy Faye rapping... spare me. I thought it was especially strange that Trashelle thinks she has more acting talent than the others, saying they are "so bad".. poor girl doesn't realize that she's riding on the last minute of her fifteen of fame I guess. As long as Anna Nicole lives, we really don't need another stupid, beautiful, big busted girl with a foul mouth on TV.