A Three Show Day…

I just got home.  Went to the two shows today and then to the movies after that.

I’ll give the full report of the shows tomorrow.  But I will tell you this.   Gypsy…SUCKED!  It’s the worst production of the show that I’ve ever seen and that includes my high school production in 1981.  I’ll give you the full details tomorrow.   The Little Mermaid was great in a totally mindless entertainment sort of way.  It won’t change your life.  There are no deep hidden meanings.  But it was fun.  More tomorrow.

That’s about all that’s going on in the big state of New York.  Not much else at all.  Weather was nice.  The crocus are popping up out of the ground.  Everything is just as it should be.


What the fuck was Eliot Spitzer thinking?  Really.  What was he thinking.  4,500 dollars on a hooker.  4,500 dollars.  For 4,500 dollars I would have blown him for a month.  And with her he got an hour.  As my roommate pointed out at 4:00 a.m. last night…what does one get exactly for 4,500 dollars.  I would think for that much money he’d get a whole gaggle of girls.  Or at least twins.  But NO, he paid some 22 year old chick who’s living in an apartment building where the studios rent for 3,500 bucks, 4,500 dollars to have sex with him.  I paid ten dollars tonight and had sex with three guys.  Maybe he should check out the places I go.  God knows he wouldn’t be in this much trouble.  Really…4,500 dollars.  I wouldn’t spend that much to sleep with any of the famous people I drool over.  Christopher Meloni.  David Bromstad.  Kenny Chesney.  None of these boys are worth it.  And it seems he’s spent 10’s of thousands of dollars on these girls.  As I said, for that much money I’d have blown him for a year.  What the fuck was he thinking?

And as several blogs have pointed out.  This is the sanctity of marriage that we gays are forbidden to have.  So the way I see it.  I just have to meet some girl, convince her to marry me, and then I’ll be free to have sex with whomever I want, whenever I want.  Is this the way this sanctity works.  Please let me know.  Because it’s sounding more and more attractive everyday.

Maddog’s Ramblings…

Twice today I’ve come up with topics to blog about tonight.  And now that I’m sitting at my computer I can’t for the life of me remember what they are.  Now what am I supposed to do?

I suppose I can ramble for a few minutes.

I’ve continued to read my book.  It’s okay.  She has mentioned the Interstate in every chapter I’ve read so far (If this statement is confusing read yesterday’s post).  Hmmm.  Can’t she leave well enough alone.  I also wish she would use a little less flowery descriptions and just get on with the story.  But that’s just my opinion.

I’m interested to see if any of the major news organizations are recanting their stories about Heath Ledger now that it has been confirmed that there were no illegal drugs in his apartment.  On several news sites as well as news channels I saw reports of cocaine being found as well as pills being strewn about the apartment.  Turns out all the pills were in the bottles they were bought in and there was no cocaine.  But I suppose recanting stories doesn’t get ratings or sell newspapers.

Along the same note.  I see that Fred Phelps is going to protest Heath Ledger’s funeral because of his role in Brokeback Mountain.  I don’t really believe in hell, but I have to believe that if there is a hell, there’s a special place in it for the likes of Fred Phelps.  The pain he causes is far greater than any harm that I’ve created by being gay.

I’ve put off seeing Cloverfield because of the reports of people getting motion sickness from watching it.  I’ve never been bothered by a movie before, but in the past year or so riding in car makes me sick.  I can no longer read on the subway.  I can’t read on airplanes either.  I may take the plunge and just do it next week.  It’s hard for me to pass up a movie where NYC is destroyed.  I love disaster movies.  And it’s always nice when you are familiar with the areas.  Independence Day.  War of the Worlds.  Day After Tomorrow.  Godzilla.  All GREAT movies in my book.  As long as there are no air plane crashes I love me a good disaster movie.

I’m having another dinner party  on Monday.  My friend Kelly who I worked with last summer is in town and I’m inviting her and her new boyfriend over on Monday night for dinner.  I’m also inviting my friend Ryan whom I know from school but will be joining us for fun and frolicking in Oklahoma this summer.  I’m going to once again make my world famous spaghetti pie.  Ask Ur-Spo.  I shared the secret recipe with him and he knows how wonderful it is.  All the makings for dinner are being delivered tomorrow afternoon between noon and 2:00 p.m. by Fresh Direct.  Fresh Direct is our on-line grocery store that makes living in NYC and shopping for groceries a breeze.  I couldn’t live without it.  I also don’t know if I mentioned that I’m going back to Oklahoma this summer.  I signed and mailed in my contract this week, so it’s for certain.  So sometime around June 1 I’ll start my daily updates of all the insanity of being out there.

I have to work all weekend, which I’m not looking forward to.  When it’s all said and done it’s almost 30 hours in three days.  I have the worst time going there.  I’d rather get a root canal than go there and spend the evening.  Of course my friend Michelle pointed out today that she’d be worried if I suddenly loved being there.  That would mean that I’m not taking steps to get out of the game.  That being said, it’s really not that bad.  I was ranked number 1 for the first two weeks of January and I’m number 3 this week.  Not so bad if you ask me.  So I’ll just suck it up and deal with it.

And I think I’ve rambled enough.  Have a great Friday everyone.

And does anyone else find it funny that the spell check program for Word Press doesn’t recognize blog, blogging, or blogger as a “real” words?

On the 12th Day of Christmas…

Yippee!!!  Christmas is over.

It actually wasn’t that bad this year.  I was supposed to go to a party at a person from work’s house, but in the end I did exactly what I said I was going to do.   I slept late.  I got up and moved to the sofa and then watched the Hallmark channel.  It worked out that just as I was getting comfy on the sofa, my favorite Hallmark movie was coming on. So I settled in and watched.  It’s a wonderful little movie about a country music singer who dies in a car wreck and is sent back to earth to do a good deed before she can get into heaven.   All of the events take place at Christmas and her good deed involves putting a family back together that’s grown apart after the mother dies.  The movie is called the Unlikely Angel and stars my all-time favorite Dolly Parton.  What’s not to love.  It’s sappy, and silly and I’ve seen it at least three or four times in the past few years.  And if I have my way I’ll watch it again next year.

The other thing that I did on Christmas Day was talk on the telephone.  I decided what better day to let people know that you care about them and love them.  So I probably called 20 or 30 people just to say Merry Christmas and to let them know I was thinking about them.  I actually talked to about 15 people or so.  In fact at 5:00 I settled in to watch Scrooge (the wonderful musical version of A Christmas Carol) and the phone rang about 10 minutes later.  I paused the movie and proceeded to talk to mom for almost 90 minutes.  Her call was followed by another and yet another and it was almost 9:00 before I restarted the movie and finished it.  I had to recharge my phone twice to get through the day.

What I realized was that if you don’t expect too much from the day then you are rarely disappointed.

Now I have to decide what I’m doing for New Years.  Our schedule at work was just posted and I am NOT working which makes me very happy.  Perhaps I’ll stay home and watch the Hallmark Channel movies that I DVR’ed on Christmas Day.   It’s just a thought.

Puttin’ on the Ritz…

Where has the weekend gone?  Just yesterday it was Thursday and now it’s Sunday night.  Geez.

It’s actually been an event filled, busy, and yet fun weekend.

Yesterday I slept late, which I’m enjoying while I can, because I figure in the next few weeks it’s going to get harder and harder to find days that I can sleep in.  When I finally got out of bed I moved to the living room to catch up on the news.  As it has been for the past few days it was a slow news day, so I ended up watching HGTV for about 90 minutes.  I become obsessed with it, once it’s on.  I have a million ideas that I’d like to do to my apartment.  Of course I don’t own it, nor do I have 30 or 40 thousand dollars, so none of them are likely to get done in the near future.

I eventually got up and showered and headed downtown.  I was off to see The Brave One starring Jodie Foster.  I had seen a couple of previews and it looked good, so I thought what the hell.  I liked it.  Some of it is a little hard to believe, but it’s all about the suspension of disbelief.  The really fun part of the movie is that the last couple of big scenes take place in my neighborhood.  She has a bit of a breakthrough in a subway tunnel, that I walk through everyday, and the last scene of the movie was shot on my street.  It’s always fun to see movies that are shot in the locations you live in every day.

After the movie I met my roommate for dinner.  We were on our way to the theatre.  We had gotten a discount coupon for preview tickets to The Ritz that’s opening on Broadway.  I was vaguely familiar with it.  It’s a farce, that deals with mobsters, shooting guns, and caberet performances.  And the best part.  It takes place in a gay bath house called The Ritz.  In a word it’s hysterical.  From almost the moment the show starts, it’s a laugh out loud romp.  The performances are amazing and there are a couple of scenes that bring down the house.  Of course the best moment of the show is Rosie Perez’s caberet performance at the end of Act 1.  In the show she thinks that a big Broadway producer has come to see her show.  So she pulls out all the stops and does a medley of showtunes that lasts about 15 minutes.  And the joke.  She can’t sing.  She does the whole thing off key.  And it’s not just overacting, not being able to sing.  She comes out and does her best to sell the number.  It’s clear the character thinks she can sing, and she occasionally hits the right notes, but not enough to save her show.  At the end of the number the crowd went wild.  If you are going to be in New York, it’s a must see.   It also doesn’t hurt that there’s a supporting cast that runs around in skimpy little towels for the whole show.  There’s no frontal nudity, but there are several scenes with lots of very nice butts.  And you get Ryan Idol of porn fame as the Crisco Patron.  In case you don’t know Ryan…here you go.


Today I got up early and did the unmentionable.  Sorry Dr. Spo.  I had to do it.  I went to Ikea.  It’s quite an adventure in New York.  There are free shuttle buses from the Port Authority on Saturday’s and Sunday’s.  I got downtown around noon.  It only takes about 30 minutes to get there.  I had actually gone there last week and found some chairs that I liked to replace the broken ones from my dining room table.  So today I went and bought two of them.  The only catch with going there is that you have to make sure you can get what you are buying back on the bus and then carry it home.  The chairs weren’t heavy but they were a little ackward.  But I got them home without many problems.  They were also the easiest thing I’ve ever bought at Ikea to put together.  It took about 10 minutes and they were done.  And they look great with my table and the best part is that they didn’t cost a fortune.

After the chairs, I cleaned my room.  For the past week I’ve had little piles of things that needed to be put away.  My room is about half as big as it needs to be to hold everything in it.  And I have about a quarter of the closet space that I need.  So I have had to be creative to make it all fit.  I wouldn’t say it all fits now, but for the moment everything has a home and so I guess it will do.

And then it was time for the Emmy Awards.  I don’t know that I’ve ever sat down and watched the whole show before, but my roommate wanted to watch so I was game.  It was kind of fun.  There were some upsets and surprises.  Of course I haven’t really watched TV much (at least prime time) in the last year so I didn’t know all of the shows.  It will be interesting to see what everyone else thinks about the winners.

And that my friends is my weekend.  Not bad if you ask me.  I’m off to bed.  I have to be up early in the morning.

Super Bad Bill, Killed in Crash

It’s cold here tonight.  I’ve been freezing all night.  It’s supposed to get down to the low fifties/high forties.  It’s too early in the season for this.  It’s supposed to still be up in the 70’s every night.

Not much to report here.  It was another peaceful day in Maine.  Got up early (around 8:30) and  went downstairs.  Michelle had coffee made so I poured myself a cup.  Unfortunately, there was no sweetener so I had to drink it with just cream.  I think I got through about half the cup before I switched to Diet Coke.  While drinking the coffee/Diet Coke I surfed the web, caught up on some blog reading, and read the news.   Mother Nature seems to be in a fury the last two or three days.  Earthquakes and hurricanes.  What’s next?

After the news,  Michelle and I walked down to The Blue Spoon to grab lunch.  We were the first ones there, so we got served pretty quickly.  I had a burger (without the bun) and grilled vegetables.  It was delicious.  Michelle and I sat at the restaurant talking about nothing for a long time.  It was nice to just sit and relax and do nothing for a while.

After lunch I came back, got the vacuum out and did the whole house.  Max is shedding like no one’s business.  The back stairs were gray and fuzzy rather than brown and carpeted.  It took a long time to get it all done.  By the time I was finished, their was little evidence that Max had been here.

And then it was nap time.  I didn’t really nap.  I went upstairs, got in bed and read for about 30 or 40 minutes.  I started getting sleeping and put the book down and just sort of lay there zoning.  I never did really go to sleep, I think because I was cold.  The temperature has been down all day and the wind was blowing like crazy.   After the nap it was walk time.  Michelle had decided to join me, even though her back has been giving her problems.  So we set out for the bay.  We took it slow, so she wouldn’t strain her back, but we only added about 7 or 8 minutes to the normal time of the walk.  It was a boy free day on the Back Bay today.  Actually, it was almost a people free day.  We saw maybe twenty or so people out today and usually there are people everywhere.  It was okay, because Michelle and I just walked along chatting.

Michelle was invited to a barbecue tonight, but I didn’t feel like sitting around with a bunch of strangers so I stayed home.  I made myself dinner and planted myself in front of the TV and watched Kill Bill Vol. 1.  My god is it a violent movie.  I read on line after the movie that there are 95 people killed during the course of the film.  I’d say that’s a lot.  Of course the word fuck is only used 17 times so I guess there’s something to be said about that.  I don’t know if I liked it or not.  Visually it was stunning.  But after a while the blood and gore become just too much.  I’ll have to think about this for a while.

Speaking of movies.  Last night Michelle and I saw Super Bad at the theatre.  And how was it?  Well the title sums it up pretty well.  Super Bad!  And I dont’ mean bad in the good way.  It was one long joke that never went anywhere.  There were maybe four or five really funny moments but for the most part the movie is completely predictable and we just wanted it to be over.  I’m worried that maybe I’m just too old now to think it’s funny.  It is about 17 year olds looking for sex.   But I’ve been a 17 year old looking for sex, but I never acted like that.  But then again that might be because I was actually getting sex, but that’s a different story for a different post.

I also saw the movie Crash last night.  I had put off seeing it because I’m still bummed that it beat Brokeback Mountain for the Oscar.  It was an okay movie.  It’s a little too intense for me.  And I have to wonder if people are really that mean and cruel to each other.  I kept asking Michelle if we live in a bubble where we don’t see it.  Of course I’ve lived in New York, which is a pretty rough place to live and I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed that kind of abuse.  You guys will have to let me know what you think.

And that my friends is my Saturday.  Tune in tomorrow when it’s sure to be just as exciting.

Theatre and a Budget

I love being home.  I spent the whole evening in my apartment, sitting on the sofa in my underwear watching TV.  I had the air conditioner on, a Diet Coke in one hand and the remote in the other and was loving every minute of it.  I do have to admit that it didn’t take long for me to land on HGTV.  I become mesmerized by watching three designers make over a room.  Or a single mom look for her new house.  Or watching the young couple redo their kitchen.  As I’ve said before it’s like a car accident and I just can’t turn away.

I was watching HGTV when my roommate got home tonight.  He’d seen the Simpson’s movie and we spent the first half hour he was home laughing about are favorite parts.  My very favorite part of the movie is the nudity.  In case some of you haven’t seen it I won’t tell you the details, but suffice it to say I was on the floor laughing hysterically.  My favorite line from the movie is:  Look at that, you can see the four states that border Springfield: Ohio, Nevada, Maine, and Kentucky!  If you haven’t seen it, it’s a must.

After we discussed the movie we began discussing the lottery.  It’s Chuck’s and my dream that between the two of us, one of us will win the lottery and we’ll finally be able to move downtown, back into civilization.  Some place with a park view, a doorman, a state of the art kitchen, and some outdoor space.  I know it’s asking a lot.  But 115 million would go a long way toward heading us in that direction.   But until then, I’ll just be happy that I have my own bedroom with that queen’s sized bed you’ve heard so much about.

We actually sat up and talked for a long time tonight.  I don’t even remember how it started but we chatted about how much money it would take to start our own theatre company.  Realistically.  Not the, let’s do it the hard way method.  But the how much money would it take to pay everyone, get the sets and costumes designed and built, the lights hung and focused, royalties paid and a little money left over for marketing method.  I actually met my roommate when he was running a theatre company and he definitely knows what he’s talking about.  His round figure for what it would take was somewhere around 200,000 dollars.  And that’s just to get started, and that’s only if the space to perform in already existed and didn’t need any work.  Sounds like a lot of money to me, for a venture that might not pan out, and there’s no way to make back the money you spend.  We figured if we sold out 100% of the tickets every night for five weeks at a ticket price of 20 bucks we’d only clear around 37,000 dollars for the run of the show.  The 200,000 bucks was for 4 shows and if you can do simple arithmetic you can see replenishing the money won’t be done from ticket sales.  Now we have to start talking about fundraising, corporate sponsors, private donations, and begging.  Suddenly the job just became that much more difficult.

And why would we want to do this.  Well my friend Michelle in Maine has been talking about it, I think as a way to get me work.  It’s very kind of her.  Chuck and I were talking about it, and I’ve had the same conversation with a classmate of mine, so that we can produce the quality work that we want and actually have the time to make it good.  For example the show I designed today, we did in 3 hours.  Three hours of tech is nothing in the big scheme of things.  A large regional theatre musical gets about 104 hours of tech.  Even a non musical play at that size gets about 52 hours.  And yet I was trying to create art in 5 minutes with two flash lights and a torch.  And why was I trying to do this.  Well, because it’s what I do.  And at the end of the day it’s better than sitting in an office.  Although, I do have to admit the pay sucks and the benefits are worse.  But I mean really, do I need health insurance?  My appendix has already burst.  It can’t happen again.

So trying to get original works or even established works off the ground in NYC is hard to get done because it’s so cost prohibitive.  You can’t afford the rehearsal space.  You can’t afford the performance space.  You can’t afford the designers, the actors (at least not the good ones) you can’t afford nor is their space to build the scenery and costumes.  The lighting equipment available in most of the NYC spaces that are available if you can afford them, was bought in 1902 before the invention of electricity.  And yet everyday a trillion people get up and try to make it happen.  And I applaud them.  I’m just not so sure I want to be a part of them any more.  I don’t want to do theatre on a shoestring.  I don’t want to tech shows in 3 hours.  I don’t want to have to use someone else’s space and equipment.  I want to create my own art, with the people that I know and trust.

And so how do we make this happen.  Well, we start by playing the lottery.  Once again, is this realistic?  Probably not, but the way I see it, it can’t hurt.  For now,  I keep having conversations about it.  And one day in the not so distant future, I’ll get up off my ass and finally do something realistic to make this happen.  In the meantime, I’m looking for work or donations.  I prefer work, unless the donations are in the thousands.  At which point email me and I’ll tell you where to send the check.

Monday in Maine

It’s 11:00, do you know where your children are?

When I was in junior high school the local TV station would run this promo at 10:00 saying, “It”s 10:00 do you know where your children are.” I don’t know why I am even bringing this up. I just looked at the clock on my computer and it said 23:00. And it made me think of that advertisement God only knows why my mind works the way it does.

I’ve tried for the life of me for the past week or so to come up with things I don’t like about Maine. I’ve clearly done that for the last several places I’ve lived, but I’ve been hard pressed to put anything on that list here. Until today.

What I hate about Maine. It’s a state law here that you must yield to pedestrians. Not so amazing, it’s the law most places. But here people take it seriously. At any given moment people will dart across the street fully expecting you to stop. I’ve found myself riding the brake whenever I drive through town because people are constantly walking in front of my car. Today, at sunset, there were five people crossing the intersection diagonally when I had the right away. If I’d glanced away for even a second I might have gotten a ticket but they’d surely be dead. I’m not sure I understand the logic of crossing the street anywhere you like. Is it really so much trouble to cross at the cross walk? Or when the sign says walk? Or when you have the right away? I’m just curious. In NYC more pedestrians are killed a year than people in car accidents. You learn to be cautious. At any given moment you may be run down by a taxi and trust me you won’t live to tell about it. I’ve often thought we should just make it open season on people who think they own the street especially on foot. Just run em down. It would make for great population control, and in NYC we could use the extra housing. Maybe give cab drivers a year end bonus if they smoosh so many illegal pedestrians a year. It’s just a thought. I’m saying.

I mentioned yesterday that I had received some disturbing news. It wasn’t about me. It was about a friend I made this summer in Oklahoma. She and her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s brother were hiking at the Grand Canyon last week and her boyfriend missed his step and fell 300 feet to his death. It just makes you stop and think. Life truly is short and precious and we take it for granted everyday. Forgetting the paragraph above, how often do we stop to think about the things that we are doing or that something fun might end in disaster. I hiked the Grand Canyon 5 years ago and never thought at all about how deadly it can be. Everyday we get into cars, planes and trains and just assume that all will be okay. And in truth we have to. We can’t be paralyzed by the fear that people get killed everyday doing the same thing. And yet we trust it won’t happen to us. So I spent a lot time last night, just contemplating my life, where I’ve been, where I’m going, etc. Just thinking. That’s all.

On a more uplifting note. I saw Notes On a Scandal tonight. What a wonderfully, depressing movie. The performances were amazing. If you haven’t seen it you should. It will make you realize how happy you are with your normal sane life.

A Boring Post.

I’ve been drawing blanks here as to what to write about.  My muse seems to have not come to Maine with me.  I’d stick with the usual and just tell you about my day but not much happened.

I got up.  I ate breakfast.  I watched Grey’s Anatomy.  I took a nap.  I walked the dog.  I walked around the cove.  I fed the dog.  I returned movies and rented new ones.  I came home.  I watched the Good Shepherd.  That’s my day in a nutshell.  Not very exciting huh.

I guess I should be grateful after all the interesting posts I had when I was in Oklahoma.  I am happy that my life for the moment is stressfree.  But my stressfree life doesn’t make for very intriguing writing.

Things to report on:   Hmmmm.

I might not have told you this but my roommate kicked out the sublettor last week.  Yes, she’s gone, which means that I was responsible for August’s rent.  Not very fun, but it made Chuck happy.  And when Chuck is happy, I’m happy.

Today is day 10 on my diet.  It’s going well so far, but I already see myself falling into one of my traps.  When I diet I tend to eat the same things over and over.  They are safe and I don’t have to think about them and it takes the guess work out of whether I can have them or not.  What it also does is make me tired of them so in another week or so I’ll have a McDonald’s cheeseburger to make up for it.  I need to go to the store tomorrow and try something of a different variety.

I’d take pictures of my life here but I loaned my camera to Michelle to take to Michigan with her so I wont be able to take pictures for a couple of more weeks.

I haven’t started on my list of things that I wanted to get accomplished while I am in Maine.  I promise next week I’ll start on at least some of them.

That’s it for now.  I’ll try and be more exciting tomorrow.

One kind of funny thing:

Last night I dreamed that Bette Davis and I were working on a project together and had to take the subway to get there.  Unfortunately her son, named Diet Coke (he was about 5 or 6) kept running off and so we never got to our destination.  And yes, I referred to her as Ms. Davis in my dream.  Is there a more appropriate way to address her?

A Wonderfully Wonderful Wednesday…

Okay, so maybe I over reacted a little yesterday. I’ve had the best day today and it was all without TV, air conditioning or a microwave.

I was awake before the alarm went off this morning to take my friend Michelle to the bus station. She was taking a bus to Boston to catch a plane to Michigan. I was up and ready to go way before she was ready. We got there and I dropped her off no problem. I then headed over to the bay thinking I would walk this morning instead of later in the afternoon. I was just about to start when I realized that if Michelle had any problems getting to Boston she’d have no way of getting in touch with me so I changed my mind and came home. When I got home I fed Max and then promptly went back to sleep. I was still in bed when my roommate called to chat. I lied to him about still being a sleep not wanting to seem like a slug. I don’t even remember why he called now.

After the phone call I got up and went downstairs. It was a beautiful morning with not a cloud in the sky. I let the dog out and then came in and made breakfast. One of the things I’m having to learn how to do on the South Beach Diet is to eat breakfast. I’ve never been much of a breakfast person. I usually settled with a computer. My roommate turned me on to a Canadian TV show several months ago called Slings and Arrows. I watched season one while I was in Iowa. And have watched season two over the past couple of days. It’s a great show about a theatre company in Canada. It’s very funny, even if you don’t know theatre. If you do it’s even better.


After finishing season two, I got dressed and took Max for a walk. The above picture is of Max from last summer. She loves walks like there was nothing better in the world. In fact you have to spell the word if you are going to say it and aren’t actually doing it. The minute you mention the word “walk” she starts to bounce and prance like a two month old puppy. So off we went. The walk isn’t very long because she tires easily but it does take us down past the water, up by the shirtless construction workers, over by the shirtless landscapers and then back home. I’m sure you are getting the theme.

We got home and I was going to get ready for MY walk. But I looked in the front room and the window seat in the bay window and People Magazine were calling my name. I just had to find out how Lindsay got herself into trouble so soon after rehab. I probably read about 15 pages of the magazine sitting on the window seat with the cool ocean air blowing in with Max settled at the other end of the seat. Next thing I knew an hour had passed and both of us had been asleep. When I woke up the shirtless boy from across the street was talking on the phone. I was three for three today.

After the nap I dressed for my walk. Since I’ve been in Maine I walked the back bay everyday. To walk from home is about 5 miles and unfortunately takes you buy the water treatment plant. So most days I drive to the bay and walk from there. It’s 3.5 miles around and takes about an hour to do. It’s a beautiful walk with trees and homes on one side and a view of the city from the other. And the best part…you guessed it. Lots and lots of shirtless boys. My favorite today was about 6.3 with beautiful hairy well-defined pecs with a washboard tummy and legs that went on forever. He was perfectly tanned with a little goatee and smiled as he ran by. Luckily he passed me again on his way back. I went a little early today so there weren’t as many boys. If I go between 5 and 7 the place is packed with them. It’s definitely motivation to get back into shape.

It’s kind of like this around the bay.


After the walk, I came home and showered and shaved. For those who know me, you know I HATE to shave. I do it about once every two or three weeks. I felt like it was time today. So I shaved and then took a really long hot shower. The wonderful thing about the bathroom here. They have a HUGE claw foot tub that I plan to use in the next couple of days. I’m thinking a wine glass full of Diet Coke (I can’t drink wine on my diet) and a good book and Max lying by the tub. It’ll be heaven.

After the shower I headed off to the movies. I had looked up a theatre about 8 miles from here and Mapquested it so I was all ready to go. I left plenty early in case I got lost or there was a problem. Turned out the directions were exactly right. I got there about 6:30 and sat in the parking lot talking to my mom. She was on her way to senior citizen night at Kroger, her local grocery store. Seems the first Wednesday of the month anyone over the age of 60 gets 10% off their groceries. She waits and then buys everything she can for the month. I can hardly wait for such pleasures.

After the conversation I went in to the movie. I saw 1408. It was good. I’ve come to realize that I like scary movies less and less as I’ve gotten older. They aren’t as fun as they used to be. That being said it really was a well done movie and the lighting was perfect and I think John Cusack is great and cute so the scenery was nice. It has a surprise little ending and leaves you wondering a little at the end. It was a lot of fun.

After the movie I came home and did something I haven’t done in ages. I actually cooked dinner. Not just microwaved something. Or did something easy. I made dinner. I had grilled chicken that I cooked on the stove with spices and a marinade and then I sauteed spinach and had green beans. I finished it off with a tossed salad. It was nice. It would have only been better if I could have had a nice glass of wine with it, but that will come.

After dinner I started watching Casino Royale. I stopped to get a Diet Coke and ended up being side tracked by writing this post. I’m gonna go finish it now. After all Daniel Craig is shirtless and BEAUTIFUL. What’s not to like.


As for the diet. Today is day seven. I have been doing great so far. I don’t know how much weight I’ve lost because Michelle hid my scale. She told me I was being too obsessive about my weight each day. I know, I know I’m not supposed to weigh everyday bit it’s hard not to. So I won’t know about the weight for another two weeks. In the meantime I feel better than I’ve felt in weeks and I feel thinner. I don’t know if I really am, but I feel like I am.

Hope everyone else had just as wonderful a Wednesday.

Drag Kings and Fat Queens

And still the people flock to my blog.  170+ today.  Still don’t know what the occasion is.  It doesn’t appear to be all spam although only my regulars are leaving messages.  Today they were mostly from the U.S. with about 25 or so from the international community.  I still don’t understand it but as I said yesterday I’m not complaining.

Life in Maine continues.

Today the high was 88.  Not exactly cool, but compared to two months in Oklahoma it was nothing.  You would have thought that global warming was at it’s worst and the end was near.  Every where we went today people were complaining about the heat.  And this started at 9:30 this morning when the locksmith came to put a new lock on my friends’ front door.  My friend Michelle was convinced that she was having a heat stroke at one point today.  For the most part I was actually comfortable.  I did suggest to Michelle that all of her suffering could be relieved by a trip to Best Buy to get an air conditioner.  She didn’t quite agree with me.  Really!  What do I know?

The best part of being here is getting up early.  (Comments to yourself, Chuck!)  I have been up around 8:00 a.m. both mornings so far.  We get up early, have coffee, walk the dog and just sit and enjoy the morning.  This morning we even went down the street to the little cafe and had $3.50 omelets.  It was a wonderful way to start the day.  The reason I don’t think I mind this schedule is that every afternoon involves a nap.  I love me some nap time.  We were going to see a movie today but I slept too long.  Whoops.  We ended up watching the first episode of the TV show Dexter that’s on Showtime.  I liked it.  I think I may try and see the other episodes while they are gone on their little trip.

At 5:30 this afternoon I had drag king rehearsal.  The Kings On the Hill have a performance on Friday night at this little space downtown.  It’s one number that’s about 10 minutes long.  It’s a medley of songs from Grease and it’s quite funny and quite good.  Being the theatre artists I am, I channelled my best musical theatre director and helped clean up some of the choreography.  By the time we finished they really had it down.  Now if they can only remember it for tomorrow night.  Jazz hands everyone.  Jazz hands.

Of course you’ll get a full update.

Today I started the South Beach Diet.  Several of Michelle’s friends are on it and they’ve lost significant weight.  I figure what can it hurt.  I need to lose around 100 pounds.  I figure if I work hard I can have it gone by Labor Day…don’t you think?  I’ll try and keep you posted on my progress.  Every time I’ve ever lost weight before it’s been on a low carb diet so I’m sure this will work.  I also feel that’s it’s healthier than the Atkin’s Diet because it doesn’t include so much fat.  Anyone have any pointers, or suggestions?  At this point I’ll listen to anything.

There’s also a path around the bay near Michelle’s house that I’m going to start walking.  It’s about 4.5 miles around.  I figure that I can pop my Ipod on, and take my time to start.  There are places to sit if it’s too much at first and I can do it at my own pace.  I’m smart enough to realize that I can’t lose weight just by dieting.  If I don’t exercise at least some the weight will never go away.  I’ll look at joining a gym when I get back to NYC.

Have a great weekend all.