Nine Years

I had some brunch with AY and then remembered it was our nine year anniversary. We promptly took a taxi to Whole Foods and then took this picture enroute to T's office. I had to bring him flowers on our anniversary! He wasn't too impressed that I had a few rounds of drinks with brunch, but I think he liked the flowers. They are pretty. We don't have any plans tonight. What exactly should one do to celebrate 9 years?

breakfast of champions

I like tequila

jim as laura

cardboard cutouts are so fun

Laura's Party

the hottest boys at the party...

White Party

It was time for some teeth whitening. Vanity? Excess? Perhaps, but lets see if it makes me feel more confident. It could even kick off another non-smoking attempt! Why not give it a whirl?

Flowers and Balloons

There are all these happy people with flowers and balloons on the Metro for their 'unsuspecting' lovers. It is fun to watch the silly grins on their faces as they realize everyone else is looking at them, some with judgement, some with jealousy, and some just to break up the monotony of the commute home.

The men are the funniest due to their slight embarrassment. One in particular, on the Yellow line, is transporting an enormous red devil like balloon character with flashing led lights on it. Perhaps he's going to get lucky with his little devil tonight! You have to wonder if all this is for love, tradition, or in reality just in hope of earning a little credito to be cashed in the sack tonight. I am so jaded.

We aren't supposed to do any flowers or gifts this year. The little Happy Valentines Day kiss on my way out this morning was more than enough. Kisses are infrequent after almost 9 years and a morning kiss even rarer. I suppose that's why it was so nice and I thought about it all day while surrounded with the red and pink madness of the holiday. With or without flowers, I am happy today.

Getting off the train and looking forward to movie night.

baked from scratch!

Aren't they pretty? I slaved away in the kitchen on a double batch for tomorrow's movie night and only ate 2.

Energizer

funny how tequila works like the bunny

yes

both wearing wigs and michael has on my brokeback mountain cowboy hat. a sunday funday continues...

energizer bunny

...still going

hotparazzi

prominent window seat at Solly's

bro & sis

fun times

bros in the city

having fun at Be Bar

Family in the city

My baby bro and my sis came to the city for some urban random fun. Perhaps not as fun as rescuing goats in OH. Sounds odd, but check out HOTTBEEF for the goat rescue photos. Hurry because they'll take 'em down soon.

Pancakes!

The only thing I ate yesterday was a few spoons of butternut squash soup from Trader Joe's. Their boxed soups, by the way, are quite delicious, inexpensive, and I love how you just pour out the amount you want at any given time and refrigerate the rest for up to 10 days! I woke up this morning with a craving for pancakes. Odd since I never eat them, but I figured acceptable since I've been unable to swallow and eating little this week. What I'd like to know is how we have a box of Jiffy baking mix that was best if used by 12/05. That's over a year ago. Have we not used it, or even looked at the box to think about using it in such a long time?

I was hungry. I made a half batch (so as not to waste 1/2 cup of milk if it tasted awful) and it was perfectly fine. It didn't taste old or odd or anything. I did, however, throw away the rest so as not to accidentally serve expired food to a guest. This also motivated me to look through the cabinets. We had six types of chocolate powder, the oldest of which expired in 2002. It was in a cute tin so we probably didn't really check the date, but please. Fortunately we rarely drink or use powdered chocolate and they each looked like we may had taken a teaspoon out in their early years. I purged the cupboards and threw away a few dozen cans and packages of various food related items. Had to be done.

T is at work and will be leaving for Ohio when he's done. He took Monday off to meet with the developer of the condo there. Mold has infested the exterior walls and he is negotiating either a repurchase or reconstruction of the unit. What a freakin' mess. I'd love to help, but I don't have time. He needs to be responsible for something other than the laundry and his beer drinking anyway. That was mean, but didn't someone once say it wasn't mean if it was true? And this is happiness. Nearly nine years of happiness.

JT Satisfaction

Yeah I know...no cameras. This is clearly an amateur camera phone shot. It cracks me up how the glow of the camera phones in any concert audience these days will almost trump the spotlight.

The show is satisfying, but not a 10. Cat is giving it a 5...I say 6. Tiff says too little dancing and I say too many clothes. He's cute and all in a shirt, vest, and jacket, but can't we get a little of that Justin body? There doesn't seem to be much diversity in the choreography, which surprises the hell out of me. He does, however, have a fantastic mix of ethnicities and body types in his dancers (both male and female.) Yes, the 'thick' ones aren't as prominent as the itty bitty waists, but they are there.

I like how a center stage puts the action closer to more people and I'm sure they like how it can increase the ticket prices, but I'm not such a fan of him performing 'behind the curtain' for so much of this show. He is, as you can see, digitally superimposed via the video broadcast onto the curtain, but it psychologically separates me from my JT. I want nothing but air between us as he performs. You judge my claim of ownership? The $114 ticket gives me the right to claim anything I want for this brief moment of time. He sells himself to each of us to do with as we like in our heads. The more we pay, the closer we get to our fantasies. I am doing dirty things, very dirty things. (Don't tell my boyfriend.)

JT Anticipation

It has been a long week. I ended up with icky Strep and have been trying to quarantine myself. Dr. M said I should be able to attend the concert tonight without being contagious. I did offer to wear a veil as an alternative method to attend if he said I couldn't go. He laughed.

I did need some rest so we missed the opening act (Pink.) We have decent seats in Section 102, Row K at the Verizon Center (which I can't stop calling the MCI Center btw.) Perfect view if you ask me with the center stage layout. I guzzled a half a glass of wine at RFD with the girls and am feeling a little loopy on my medication and an empty stomach. Perhaps I am merely quivering with anticipation for JT.

Nah...even I'm not that gay. I might ordinarily say nobody is that gay, but all I have to do is look around. Holy gayness in the nation's capital. It is all the gays, some chubby teenage girls, and a bunch of early 20's Hollywood wannabes with fake Gucci bags who've had far too much liquor that they can't handle. Ridiculous

I'm sitting by a Latin tattooed hottie. Yummy delicious. Perhaps his girlfriend will go to the bathroom and he'll want to cuddle up with me. Not a chance.