Brokeback Bar

Strangely enough, one of the highlights of my Christmas weekend in Texas was the night that I went with Rob, his brother Ronnie, and Doug to Round-Up Saloon. Who knew that the worlds best themed gay bar was in Dallas? Its like Brokeback Mountain only gayer. The bartenders wear jeans, big buckles, cowboy hats and no shirts. There's a dance floor with men line-dancing flamboyantly and two-stepping with each other. The TV monitors play a slideshow of pictures of bull riders and roping cattle.

The pictures don’t do it justice. (I was too embarrassed to be taking pictures in an obvious way) Doug and I had our mouths wide open with strange glee, deciding that its our new Graceland.

Come and Get It

This is what I consumed for lunch at Babes Chicken House in Texas. It might have something to do with why its such a fatty state.

Of course, I had no trouble eating it. As Oscar Wilde said, I can resist everything except temptation.

Bettie Crocker has Nothing on us

I think that it’s a clear sign that you spend too much time in a bar when holiday gifts are exchanged.
Regardless, Lisa came over last night and we decorated sugar cookies to give to the bartenders at Marshall Stack.

What Goes In...

Last night I went to BYOB dinner with Marissa, Lisa, Suzanne, Kara and the other Erin.
BYOB with what Lisa 'Big Time' Benson calls “small bottles” of champagne (normal sized bottles. Big Time is used to magnums), vodka and lots of wine.
After dinner we went to Bond Street where Marissa, Darius and I polished off the bottle of vodka.

All this to say that I just threw up.
At work.
Where my co workers shit.
That's where I put my face.

Ouch the Owl

I just had sushi with Kelsey and her new friend ‘Ouch’ (she named him Ouch because apparently it hurts like hell to get a tattoo on the top of your foot)

White Christmas After all

Yesterday I didn't wear a jacket when I went out to get to lunch.

This is what is out my office window today.

Do Not Touch

I see this woman most mornings in Starbucks.
She's less than friendly and clearly would like to keep people from touching her many Duane Read bags.

I Heart Steak

Last night I joined 3 other carnivores Suzanne, Erika and Deena for dinner at Angelica's Kitchen in the East Village. We chose this restaurant because it was on a BYOB list and neither of us had been. None of us had been because its vegan. I'm fine eating vegetarian but not vegan. No eggs, so no pasta. No milk, so no butter on the dry bread. The food was less than impressive and smelled like a homeless woman, but we enjoyed the absurdity of 4 meat lovers trying tempeh, burdock and kamut for the first time.

I did love their reasoning for being cash-only though (pictured)

Blazy: –adjective. Averse or disinclined to blog, activity, or exertion; indolent.

Lately I’ve been as my friend Jenn coined; blazy. Its not that I haven’t been up to no good or encountered stories of hilarity. Its just blaziness.

Dottie gets credit for bringing me out of my blaziness.
This lady that I work with, Dottie (she's this little old black lady... She one of my favorites) anyway, she came up to my desk and said, "Are you getting any wood in your stocking for Christmas??"
Me: "What do you mean??"
Dottie: "Wood!! I know you must have a man... Are you going to get some big hard wood in your stocking?"

She's like 70 years old!! I have never laughed so hard in the office.