Happy St. Patty's Day

Just home after long afternoon of drinking in honor of the day. Followed by the traditional Irish meal of the Tour of Italy at Olive Garden.

My office is in a hole of a shopping center. One of the few perks is the stereotypical hole in the wall bar down the strip. Luckily for all, I had the brilliant idea to call it an early day and adjourn to the bar. 9 of us ended up down there, including my closest friend from work and the real world. Tebow was constantly on the TV for an hour, or so it seemed, and so my buddy was subjected to me at my gayest. I really shouldn't dislike Tebow the way I do, but it is what it is. That said, the man is undeniably hot. So after several beers, the impure thoughts needed to be voiced.

My buddy is the one guy that knows about me. Aside from the guys that have been with me. Had to fess up to him in a moment of HIV panic. All for nothing thankfully. But he has been cool about it. I just feel bad for him when he has to listen to me be OTT gay. Which I can be after I've had a few. He laughs, but I have to wonder what goes thru his straight guy head.

Buzz is wearing off so it's time to end this for the night. Have fun out there, no one in particular.

Hey strangers

So what are you supposed to do here? Should I pretend that I have deep thoughts and the solutions to life's mysteries? Should I admit that I miss all of the subtext and symbolism in an episode of Lost, because I pretty much just like to stay on the surface of things? Guess one is just supposed to start with the basics. That's about all I can focus on during an episode of the Golden Girls anyway.

I'm soon to be 40something. I graduated Phi Beta Kappa, motherfucker. (My office would laugh at that quote. I'll explain another time.) Have lived all of my life in the MidAtlantic. 18 years in my home state, 4 in another for college, 3 in another for law school, and now 15+ where I'm working. I like to think I live in the far reaches of the DC suburbs now, but I'm just fooling myself. You know you're in the sticks when your choices of a sit down dinner are Applebees and Ruby Tuesdays.

I practice law for a living. Someday maybe I'll even perfect it. Spend most of my days dealing with idiots who can't stay out of trouble. It's a paycheck.

I'm a nonflaming member of the gay persuasion, aforementioned Golden Girls viewing notwithstanding. OK, I'm totally gay in my tv viewing - Buffy/Project Runway/ANTM back in the day.

As for the sex life, I've been a whore lately, and don't know why. That'll happen when the one you're supposed to be with is on the other side of the world. Especially when you wonder if you're supposed to be with him. The times together are good, the time apart is way too long. Regardless, I really just need to stop throwing it around like I've done the last couple weeks.

Details to come soon. Not that I imagine anyone will ever find this. Hmmmmm.