Rain, rain go away...

It's f'ing May. Late last week, yesterday and today, it rained in San Francisco. What the F.

The past few days

Thursday, May 18
I met with V-Dub for dinner in the Castro, then we had one drink at The Bar on Castro. We caught up on life (in the fall, he plans to apply for business school on the east coast). I caught him up on ThumbSucker. I agree with V-Dub... I'm practically married.

He asked if we plan to have a ceremony. Actually, McGoo the other days asked the same thing. I don't know. Heck, I still do not know if I'm ready to commit.

If we get hitched, I'll make sure to spread the word.

Friday, May 19
Fionnbharr knocked my contact lens case, which opened the right side and dried my right contact lens. Grr. I'm already on my spare lens pair as my remaining lenses are at the LC. Maybe next year I'll have Lasix done. We'll see.

Tonight, we stayed in; cooked dinner; and completed season three of Sex in the City on DVD. That's right, for the last two weeks, ThumbSucker and I have been watching each season of Sex in the City. How and why did I not get into this show, I really do not know. Perhaps because my Sex in the (SF) City days ended three years ago? 'Eh.

I can identify with each of the main characters - Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. Each either represents an outlook, way of life, or a period in my life.

One thing is for sure. The show is addicting. In watching the show, I look at my relationship with ThumbSucker with a new perspective. Another thing is for sure. ThumbSucker is definitely not as high maintenance as Carrie in the show.

Saturday, May 20
We had dim sum at Ocean Restaurant in the Richmond. What usually is a five minute wait for a table took 20 minutes. ThumbSucker and I were ready to eat our arms. After dim sum, we went to the SF MOMA, then walked along the Embarcadero. Later in the afternoon, I took ThumbSucker to the hospital for his MRI. *sigh* He has had so many tests. He has one each week...

Tonight, we started season four of Sex in the City.

Sunday, May 21
Happy birthday, BankerJ.

In episode eight of season four of Sex in the City, Carrie's laptop crashed. Boy do I know how she felt.

After watching Sex in the City, I realized that I lost my close support group of friends. I miss the brunches. I miss the road trips. I miss going to the gym with the guys. I miss clubbing. I miss guy watching with the guys.

We all were a group of single guys, but in the past couple years found our respective better-halves. And in looking back, today I am what I once feared - I'm hitched, and I'm a homebody. I used to give some of the guys (yeah you, Murphy!) crap for not coming out to a bar, or club, or dinner. But today, I do the same thing.

My dinner with V-Dub was a first step in reconnecting with some of the guys. We'll see how successful I am at this. Visiting the Castro after three years, I felt like a fish out of water. The scene is different. And I do not care for it... Then again, perhaps it's because I rarely booze these days. Aside from drinking too much with McGoo in January in New York, it has been years since I guzzled. (I can count on a three-finger hand how many years it has been...)

Yes, men are confusing (and odd, and needy, and high-maintenance) and just bizzare

IM CONVO
me: what are you up to this weekend?
Happyrock: supposed to go rollerblading but with this weather... and supposed to play scrabble with this guy
[Editor's note: The San Francisco Bay Area is experiencing dramatic weather changes. One weekend it's blazing hot, and the following week it's cold and raining.]
me: scrabble?
Happyrock: yes, lol
me: interesting. why scrabble?
Happyrock: but it probably won't happen because he only plays outdoors...it's quite bizarre
me: outdoor scrabble?
Happyrock: yeah don't ask me
Happyrock: yeah in his yard
me: maybe it's code for something?
Happyrock: no, it's scrabble
Happyrock: men are confusing
me: yes, men are confusing.
Happyrock: very
me: man, scrabble... so very odd.
Happyrock: it's wholesome
Happyrock: I figured it' be something fun I don't normally do
Happyrock: it's just one of his interests
me: good. at least he's literate.
Happyrock: well...his msgs are a mess so I hope he's better at the game than his correspondence
me: but outdoor scrabble?
Happyrock: yeah that was the most bizarre. I said, "so when are we going to play" and he said 'when the weather gets good'

F!!!

Mother-F'er!!! The hard drive in my personal laptop crashed! F!!! F!!! And my sorry ass didn't back it up. F!!!

Screw it, I guess I'm in the market for a new laptop, and I'm F'ed with iTunes. G'dammit!

Current Fionnbharr

Current day Fionnbharr lounging on the stairs.

More Fionnbharr

November 2005: Picture of Fionnbharr after the vet sliced his stomach open because the shagger ate a thick shoelace.

More Fionnbharr

Fionnbharr and ThumbSucker, circa Spring 2005.

Fionnbharr, again

Fionnbharr at three months old.

Fionnbharr

This month, Fionnbharr is two years old. Below is a picture of the little shagger when he was two months old, and fresh from the pound. Happy birthday, Fionnbharr, The Metro Cat.

Broke (very) bad Look

Last week, at Tower Records in the Castro, ThumbSucker and I saw two guys dressed as cowboys. Goodness, this Brokeback Mountain thing has gone too far... It was bad enough Madonna inspired gay guys to wear cowboys hats when she debuted her CD "Music" in 2000. But seeing these two dudes... I found it difficult to not laugh.

Are gay guys really that trendy, and not able to develop their own timeless style? Boo on Hollywood! They make lemmings out of all of us.

Celebrate good times, c'mon

Three Years (and I'm still alive)
So tomorrow marks three years since ThumbSucker and I met in person... Before meeting my step-mum for dinner, I stopped by Crate and Barrel, and picked up three glass items as glass or crystal is the appropriate modern day gift for a three year anniversary. See, I'm thoughtful like that. I also made dinner reservations for us at Kokkari, a Mediterranean/California/Greek restaurant located in San Francisco's Financial District. It's damn tasty. Last time I was there was five years ago when Chef and I dated. I really do not know what I'm doing here... Part of me wants to commit, part of me wants to run away. Far, far away.

Step-Mum's Day
Tonight, I had dinner with my step-mum. I rescheduled dinner because yesterday I was feeling absolutely crappy, horrible, out-of-commission. I do not know what hit me. At any rate, it was good to see my step-mum, and hear her plans for retirement, which will start in the coming year or two. I offered to brainstorm ideas, and help her with a business plan. I'm glad my parents decided to stay in the Bay Area, instead of moving out of state to live on some golf course.

Mother's Day
Sunday night, ThumbSucker and I went to my mother's for a mother's day dinner. We didn't go out for dinner as my sister was sick (maybe that's how I got sick?) and my mother felt like BBQing. I'm glad she felt like BBQing as well... She grilled steak, salmon, corn and asparagus. All very, very tasty. And it was perfect BBQ weather - warm, balmy.

Later in the evening, the temperature rose. Inside the house was bordering uncomfortably hot. The heat made it difficult for ThumbSucker and I to fall asleep. One - we had to share a twin-size day bed. (Goodness, I felt as if I was in high school!) Two - it was damn hot, and I do not do well in heat. (I'll take cold any day over hot, hot heat. And unfortunately, my mother's house is not equipped with air condition.) Three - my asthma and allergies kicked-in bigtime! This did not add up to be a good equation.

I felt I could not fall asleep, and ThumbSucker kept nudging me, telling me to stop snoring! I said, "Huh? I'm not asleep, how could I be snoring?" He argued, "You were snoring!" I must have dozed again, because after a couple minutes ThumbSucker nudged me, and yelled, "Stop snoring!" I insisted that I was awake, and that he was smoking crack. Seriously, I thought the heat made him delusional. But again, he nudged a third time... I guess I have a snoring problem.

Celebrate Sleep
So yesterday I felt like I got my assed kicked... I felt weak. Struggling to not sneeze, cough and ache and pass out at work, I decided to head back to the loft. I was dozing on the drive up. But I finally made it back to San Francisco; chugged half a handful of vitamin B and C, and passed out almost immediately. It was still warm, but at least there are multiple fans in the loft to cool me. I awoke later in the evening when ThumbSucker came home. I felt better. Not 100 percent, but much better. It is amazing what sleeping can do for you.

Bizarro Dream
Last night, I had an odd dream. I dreamt I was in bed with two buddies - ManCandy and MarcusD. ManCandy was spooning me, and I was making funny faces at MarcusD. We stayed at a deserted vacation rental apartment complex located nearby a train station. Very, very odd.

Stop snoring

Recent Dreams
1. ThumbSucker and I are in an karaoke bar with Taggart (scroll down to "Friday, April 14" for Taggart's introduction). ThumbSucker wanted Taggart to sing a few Public Enemy songs. This is funny because Public Enemy is the last music group ThumbSucker would listen to.

I do not remember if -- in the dream -- Taggart belted out anything from Chuck D or Flava Flav. But now that I'm awake, I'm trying to imagine Taggart rapping, "Fight the Power." Goodness, that song is so Freshman year high school.

2. Happyrock and I attended a conference in a shady San Francisco hotel. I do not remember the focus of the conference, nor do I remember the hotel. However, I remember that we both wore a suit and tie, and I remember standing against a rail on the mezzanine floor.

3. I attended college with my last girlfriend. This is odd as she graduated from a Seventh Day Adventist university.

Last Night or Early this Morning in the LC
At an ungodly hour early this morning -- perhaps at 5:00 or 6:00 a.m. -- ThumbSucker told me to "stop snoring." I asked, "What?" He repeated, "stop snoring!" Unsure, I asked, "huh?" "Stop snoring," he yelled. "Oh F you! How do I know to not snore if I'm asleep," I said half-asleep.

When we both were coherent, I asked ThumbSucker about his insisting that I stop snoring early this morning. He didn't remember telling me to stop snoring. "Usually, I just tell you roll onto your side, and then you stop."

Settling

Should one marry or commit to another person they are not crazy about? The other person is a "good person," but there are things lacking...

It just seems like settling...

Nails, glorious toenails

Goodness, I have not posted in a long time!

I noted some of the recent endeavors, including A-Lib's trip to the Sucka Free (SF, San Francisco) and my trip to Las Vegas, so I will catch up soon with a monster-sized posting.

In the meantime, I have to post about my dream last night. All I remember is I was in a classroom setting - rows of table and chairs. Apparently I was getting a manicure and pedicure (which I have not had) and I could not see my toes or the machine working on my toes, but I could see OPT (other people's toes).

I do not recall who else was in the room. But I remember trying to hunch over the table to try and see my toes, and was scolded by someone for not remaining in my seat.

Odd.

I'm sure I dreamt of other things last night, but I can not recall them.