Progress

I'd like to think I'm making some. Wow, I actually have quite a bit I can talk about today. I'll try to keep it shorter.

Things are getting rough overall. It's right at the end of the semester, so there is a TON to do. And I keep forgetting most of it. I have essays, concert reviews, finals, a jury and a portfolio due within the next couple of weeks. Also, between the 5th and the 12th I have 6 performances on top of that stuff. And one essay is for Gay and Lesbian Literature, which I'm (ironically) not doing so well in. My last essay was a B-/C+. That's not a bad grade really, but I need A's. Period. I just need everything on my grade sheet to be an A. If that happens, I graduate Summa Cum Laude. If not, I graduate Magna.

Morning cuddles with Brian are going well though.

My quintet played last night at a gig called Frosty Fest, hosted by MENC at St Rose. It wasn't our best performance by far. Probably closer to our worst since our new trumpet player, Michael Dietlein, joined the group a couple of months ago. I know that I personally was having a very off night. It's good that I can decry a performance so intensely though, because it's another sign that my quintet has risen to a level where only a high performance level is acceptable.

At least I got to go out with Brian the other night. We go to De John's, a bar on Lark St right near our apartment. It's a straight bar. We're not straight. Nor do we pretend to be or hide our relationship. They LOVE us there though. They're very supportive and friendly, and we've become regulars. (Honestly, I think I may have written about them before, but I can't remember so I'm shamelessly plugging them again. Deal.) Of course, sometimes other gays come in and act all A-List when they see us. But ya can't out A-list the A+ now can you?

What did that mean? Either way, these gays tend to be skinny with perfect hair and made up faces, designer everything and an arrogance that would rival Kanye's. Then they clearly feel threatened or jealous or even just uncomfortable in our presence. Brian and I's presence. Brian and I in our H&M clothes and Albany-cut hair. We fart to each other! And yet, the A-Gays act differently when they see us together. Maybe it's because they see a normal, accepted and impossibly loving couple. Maybe they wish they had that. Maybe they're just sluts who don't care about that. Maybe I'm just imagining things... :P

I just typed 30 seconds into the microwave instead of hitting the Quick Heat button. I disgust myself. That cost me at least 3 seconds of coffee-drinking.

I should go to Rep Class now and not fail.

Advice for gays: If you want people to demonstrate for gay marriage at the Capitol, maybe wait until they're firmly planning to bring it to debate before announcing a time, only to have it postponed. If nothing else, the right wing is fucking with you! It's easy: postpone the vote last minute as soon as the gays are going to demonstrate, then when it keeps happening, people will get frustrated and stop showing up. Then there will be fewer demonstrators when it's time for the actual debate. So wait it out, and once it starts, be there to greet them on the way out of the first round of debates. (Let's face it, there will be more than one.) But in all honestly, thank you, gays, for standing up for marriage at a time when I'm too busy to join you.