Hullo Again

Dear Blog,

All apologies for neglecting you. Much like twitter and MySpace, you've fallen victim to things I'd rather be doing. And, what's better than actually doing things you'd rather be doing? Yeah, I can't think of anything either.

Things with JW are going really well, thanks for asking. We've made it through our first couple of disagreements and figured out where the problem is - pretty much, he's hotheaded. I'm over-analytical. I edit what I say to him because he's hotheaded. He says I withhold when in reality, I edit. There IS a difference. He actually stormed out of my place the other day. I was so bothered by this that I called the ex and dear friend, CC to gain some perspective on myself. Wait, did I just combine the words "ex" and "dear friend" and then apply it to a single person. Huh.

As for work, I'm plotting my contribution to "Stonewall Weekend," June 26-28 (or as I like to call it, "Pride A") and calls have been coming in hot and heavy for Pride across the country. I can't lie, it hasn't been like previous years where everyone is gunning for Deb and Kristine and Ultra, people are scaling back tremendously. The work still has to be done, but the reward isn't half as fun. And, by reward, I actually mean commission.

All right, I have to run, but I do want to say I miss certain people and I'm dying to get their reaction when they meet JW for the first time. Or when they're sober.

xoxo,
A.

The House of...

So, last night was the Georgia USofA pageant. My dear friends Alexandria and Jade entered the contest in the Plus and Regular categories, respectively.

Ok, so truth is I conceptualized Alexandria's Hairspray Talent complete with 8 backup dancers and three costume changes. I can't lie, she executed it really well, but being the perfectionist I am, I clocked some of the mistakes. Apparently, I wasn't the only one since Alexandria went home with 2nd Runner Up. Hey, I'm still very proud of her and hope her new Talent is a warning shot to anyone that hears she's coming to any pageant.

Now, Jade won Best Interview in her Division. I'm really proud of her too. She let those skinny bitches have it, starting with Presentation.

This is the family I built for myself and I couldn't be anymore gratified.

Also last night, my "Nana" Chelsea said "I met your new husband." This was quickly followed by:
-Is he good to you?
-Are you happy?
-How's the sex?

Only Nana can make me blush like that.

And, just FYI, my answers were a grin that she called him my "new husband," yes, very and a wink. JW knows what's up.

It's Britney, Bitch!

If only people knew what goes on backstage at a show this magnitude.

It was a lotta things.

L'Boyfriend

A few of you have e-mailed inquiring what JW looks like. Well, here he is... (This was taken at James' birthday party a few days ago.)

Is It My Imagination...

or are the first five or six notes of P!nk's "Sober" the same as Kelly Clarkson's "Moment Like This?"

Class, discuss.

Interpret This...

This morning I woke up in a panic. I just had the most vivid dream and it shocked me into sitting straight up. Good thing JW wasn't around cause he surely would classify me as insane.

So, in my dream, Bianca and I are living together. We're about to have Game Night when there's a knock on the door. In comes Charlie Brown and three "secret service" looking man-beasts. They told Bianca and I they were there to "sweep the house." They ordered us to take a seat at which point, Bianca hits it out of the room and up the stairs.

I sit on the couch and watch as Charlie and her three man-beast secret service agents go through the house with magnifying glasses, tongs and other random detective paraphernalia. When they're not looking, I sneak upstairs to find Bianca flushing large amounts of white powder down the toilet. It was Splenda.

"They're here to take all the sweet stuff," she screamed frantically as she chucks a Reese's Peanut Butter cup out the open window.

"It's illegal - no more sweet stuff!"

From downstairs, we hear one of the man-beasts say "The Kitchen!"

At that point, Bianca asks me if I cleared the kitchen. Since it's a dream, I can't talk and she starts shaking me violently demanding a response.

Charlie comes into the room holding a bottle of Firefly Sweet Tea flavored vodka. Bianca grabs my arm and leads me to the window and throws both of us out of it.

I wake up before I hit the ground.

(Side note: Only in my dream would there be all this product placement.)

More Pandering

JW and I got our first collective compliment today. My buddy JM saw us at dinner last night and messaged me today:

Y'all make such a cute couple.

Little did JM know that JW headbutted me in the chin this morning.

It's not his fault, I just be running into the punches.