Celebrity

I'm growing mine. Two months ago I became part of what is arguably Albany, NY's most out gay couple. This is not at all hard to do in a town that is often referred to as "Smallbany". While I would never call the city that, I must admit it is certainly not a large city, and people often are not that brave here.

But I don't consider it bravery. No one cares about sexuality here. People seem very supportive of Brian and I. We theorized the other night that people truly want to support gay couples, especially in the democratic capital of a state that is considering legalizing gay marriage. The only thing is, they have no one to support. You don't see two people of the same sex walking around holding hands, giving each other little touches or even admitting relationships in this area.

On Saturday, we took it to a whole new level. I wouldn't call what we did PDA, but PDA would have given us the only possible opportunity to be more obvious as a couple. We held hands, kissed publicly and often had our arms wrapped around each other at LarkFest, an annual music festival in Center Square.

Obviously, we were the only gay couple at LarkFest that we (or anyone I know) saw doing anything like that. And that would have been perfectly fine and understandable. But later that night we went to a gay bar on Lark Street, and were still the only people that were showing any affection to each other.

Therefore, if we haven't achieved some notoriety as a couple in Albany, we're on our way to doing so.

Another high profile activity of mine recently was playing at a New York Mets game yesterday with my quintet, the Silver and Gold Brass. We played in front of Citi Field as fans were arriving. Then the group was given 10 tickets to see the game. I'm not a huge baseball fan, but oh my god the seats we had!! 12th row behind the third base line. (The tickets would have cost $180 apiece, which means that the group was basically paid $1800 for playing. Another way to look at it is that each member made $360 an hour.)

So that was my weekend. Gay celebrity and the feeling of musical celebrity. Now a gay rehearsal and I'm home! And by home I mean Brian's apartment because yeah....I like Brian's apartment. :P

Okay time to get back to work, which at this moment means chatting with Bean. PEACE! <3

Wrinkles

I'm of the persuasion that smiling can give you more of them. Or make them develop faster. But I'm also in the camp that says the development of wrinkles through smiling is perfectly okay.

(^I don't know why it's doing that, but typing this is easier than typing that over.)

Even if permanent wrinkles don't develop as quickly, the crow's feet in the corners of the eyes while smiling are usually much deeper on those who tend to smile more. But once again, it's fine, because you look better more consistently throughout your life when your face ages through the influence of smiles over frowns. (And I think we all know of those who age through frowns, and can think of a few of those faces off the top of our heads. And it's not a nice image.)

So basically, my wrinkles are getting deeper since July 22nd.

I really love Amaretto liqueur, but the first few sips of my current glass of DiSoronno tasted like cough syrup. And like cough syrup, it does fun things to my head.

On my way from the kitchen with this drink, I thought up a witty comment on a fun subject, but I forgot what it was in the course of writing what's above.

Someone just hoaxed Ben Affleck's death on Facebook. Or maybe it wasn't a hoax. Maybe I'm hoaxing his death right now. Maybe this will spread everywhere and A Toast to Toast will be on CNN because I'm a PAPARAZZI!!!!

Speaking of which, I love me some Lady Gaga.

In other news, Brian and I had a wonderful trip to the lake. Wonderful meaning absolutely incredible. And absolutely incredible meaning that heaven itself has nothing on Lake Seymour and Brian McKenna. Here's a picture:

In still other news, college is the land of stereotypes this semester. For my lib ed and elective classes, I have Jazz History with a rambling but very knowledgeable jazz pianist who drops name after name, uses terms that the half of the class who aren't music majors won't possibly understand and can't follow chronological order for more than 2 sentences, Italian with an actual (somewhat unstable) Italian lady and Gay and Lesbian Literature with a very gay male professor who also runs the drama department and seems to truly respect the barely relevant things that I say, even when I'm pulling answers out of my ass without even paying attention to the rest of the discussion.

And just like the ridiculously dumb kid in my Bio class over the summer, a kid in my Italian class actually asked what the Italian word for 'pizza' was the other day. I'll give you a minute to digest that.

Impossible, right? Come se dice retard?

Advice for gays: I'm with you now. Let Brian and I handle the convincing everyone that gay marriage is awesome. The rest of you get busy fundraising. We don't work cheap.

Resumption

Helloooo! My lord, it's been a while, has it not? I've probably lost all of my readership at this point, and I will miss all 6 of you.

Fortunately, the reason for this break is still there to keep me from posting, and for this I love him. Not because I hate writing my blog, but mostly because I sincerely am in love with him. That feeling is as delicious as a strawberry dipped in chocolate. (Trust me.)

Brian and I are going to the lake this weekend actually. "The lake" is a beautiful lake in the Northeast Kingdom in Vermont called Seymour Lake, on which my parents have a camp. I've only brought one boyfriend here, and it was only overnight. And like all the other events in that relationship, it was quite unpleasant. So needless to say, I'm incredibly excited to be going this weekend.

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^That's what happens when I don't switch to the correct window before scanning a book.

Yeah, so I'm at the library. Summer is over, which is actually not a bad deal. The 2nd half of it was blissful, the 1st was okay. So overall, not a bad summer. But frankly, I want to be done with college. And I'm looking forward to next summer more than I have for years. (I'm looking forward to every season for the first time in years.)

But holy crap, what a shitty first week I'm having!! I have a ton to do and everything has to be done around a certain time and it's not really going to work without radically changing the time of things like my second shift at the library. But whatever, I'm going to be sipping cosmos and mudslides on northern lake beach in front of a campfire after a gorgeous sunset with a beautiful and amazing boy this weekend.

And you're not. I feel so much better.