When we last left our hero, I'd just had an eye exam. Woo-hoo. Since then, here's what's been going on:
There was Easter. Stick, Hotass and the Dynamic Duo put on our Easter frocks and took a visit to the Artist's grandmothers for the day. We cruised across West Tennessee in the "Wadebago," complete with cooler of premixed bloody Marys (what Easter is complete without tomato juice and vodka?) listening to a totally sacriligious mix CD, featuring the greatest gospel hits of Mahalia Jackson, selections from the Sister Act soundtrack, the Gaither Vocal Band, and a little "Personal Jesus" from Depeche Mode. We did an Easter egg hunt in the backyard in a 21st century manner - tracking down the egg using a handheld GPS. That picture is from our funeral home fans that we made just for the occasion.
In May, I finished up the fundraising black-tie dinner for work. My picture made the Commercial Appeal. I was grinning ear to ear surrounded by a bevy of beautiful hula dancers. The next night, Stick, The Artist, Hotass and I went to the Dada Ball, where the dress code required us to dress as "your own absurdity." Our absurdity was coming as silent movie characters, each of us in black-and-white with faces painted white and a punch of red. The Artist was a bowery boy. Stick was a magician. Hotass was a cowboy, and I was the man about town. Everyone asked us all night long when we were going to perform. Little did they know, we always perform. Just see Hotass' drunk picture in the Commercial Appeal too.In June, there was the Memphis Pride Festival. Which isn't as exciting as most cities, but there's hope. The highlight of the weekend is that Virginia came to visit, and I got to show her around the fair city.
In July, Stick and I took a jaunt down to New Orleans just before the Fourth of July. What a great time! Stick and I haven't spent much time together, so it was a good chance for us to get to know one another. Lots of drinking and commenting as pretty boys passed us by. "Yessss" if they were cute. "No" if they weren't. Yeah, we judged but it's what we do. One of the most amusing things of the weekend were the stories we composed for ourselves. Stick was a sociology professor at the University of Arkansas, and I was a manager at Home Depot. Well until I got tired of being a peon, and then I became a district manager. But it all fell apart when Stick felt the need to tell people about his thesis on the native tribes of the Amazon rain jungle.
Nothing much exciting happened in August. However, at the end of this month, at the end of this week, Hotass and I are going back to New Orleans for the biggest gay bacchanalia known to 21st Century man - Southern Decadence. Two years ago, when Katrina slammed into New Orleans just a few days before Decadence, it seemed the event might die out. But we queers are resilient folk. We're like Cher and cockroaches... you can't get rid of us.
And so that's pretty much it... well there are other things but I hope to get around to them eventually. I'm just happy to be back
