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Things Bears Love

Hello everyone! I know you're all excited that I'm posting something new on my blog, but alas, I'm just here to tell you to go over to Things Bears Love.

I was inspired to post this after a serendipitous series of events, foremost of which was an in-depth conversation with my good buddy, Brucey Dickinson. He's my fabulous internet penpal, and he likes to hike. One day we were talking about backpacking, and why I don't do it (as if hefting a backpack over hill and dale wasn't reason enough), and the subject of bears came up.

"Oh heh heh," he said, "bears never bother me at all. And if they did, I would simply scare them away by waving my jacket and singing."

I didn't have much to contribute to the conversation, except to say that I didn't think that a little bit of jacket-waving and Cher-yodeling would frighten a death-proof murder-machine like a bear. And now, HERE'S THE PROOF. Things Bears Love, featuring a picture of me in a backpack as Exhibit the First.

And now you know why I don't go backpacking. It's because they're out there, watching me.

Yay for me, I have an Unwanted Admirer

Ok, sooooo, last night was an interesting one for me. I was working at the drive-thru window at Starbucks, when this man comes up to the menu to order. He got like two drinks and then when I asked what else I could get for him, he said, "You. Are you on the menu?" So I thought he was just being fresh for laughs, asked if he wanted any other food or drinks, and then told him his total. When he pulled up, I saw that there was a young lady and a kid in his car, so I asked him how he could be so scandelous with a lady in his car. Alas! the young lady turned out to be his 17-year-old daughter! I leaned out and asked her what she thought about her father's behavior...and she replied that she just wants him to be happy. Gah! So dude is all giving me googlie-eyes and stuff, just being really ridiculous. I told him that if he has a 17-year-old child, he's too old for me (...kinda a lie...PM-P was like 15 years older and her oldest child is 19...but he doesn't need to know that!). He was completely unfazed. Well, they left and I thought that was the end of it...UNTIL...it was just me and Jenny closing, sometime after 9, and we were almost done when she came from the back room and told me I had a phone call! "Some guy named Michael," she said. "What?! I don't even know some guy named Michael!" Well, she said he hadn't seemed sure of my name, and sure enough, it was the dude. He said, "Hi, it's Michael." and I replied, "Oh, that bad man?" I was actually kinda rude to him, because he was all telling me that he knows what he wants and all that, and I told him, "Whatever, dude! You were throwing game at me before you even saw what I looked like!"  He thought that was just hilarious, and he told me that he has seen me before and he remembers my voice. O.o Creepy! He then asked if he could have my number so that he could text me or call. Yeah right! As if I would give him my number, even if I was single and available! But I just told him that I wasn't comfortable giving him my number. I told him to find me on FB, but he "doesn't have Facebook because he is a business man and doesn't have time for that." Sucks to be him! LOL I told him, well, sorry, and he could see me in the store if he wants. And then I (kinda bitchily) shut him down and told him I had to get back to work. Ewww! I have a stalker! Man, all the girls in the store seem to have at least one. Gross.

The King of Rockabilly!

Friday night, my boifriend and I got to go see a fantastic live show at Thee Parkside in San Francisco. I was trolling Craigslist, looking for friends and stuff to do, and I found an ad advertising The Mighty Slim Pickins. Seeing phrases like, "rowdy gig," "Foxy Miss Roxy," "Elvis Herselvis," "homo-country style," and "queer burlesque," I knew that this would be just up my alley, and boy! was I right! I haven't had so much fun in ages.

The venue was a fabulous dive bar, Thee Parkside, with a nice patio area, good local beer on tap, and a sweet little stage area. It was full of queers galore, lots of them in groovy rockabilly clothes. I felt right at home! Just people-watching was a treat, but then the band got up to play. The Mighty Slim Pickins bills themselves as "SF's fave all queer, high camp, what-the-f%!k-a-billy band," a description that I couldn't top if I sat here and thought about it. The band consisted of Leigh Crow (Elvis Herselvis, photo above) on guy vocals, Nettie Hammar on doll vocals, Roxane Chicoine (Foxy Miss Roxy, who tore UP the upright bass), Jen Gandy on guitar, and Edan "Heartattack" Uscilowski on the drums (dreamboat!). Their songs were original numbers written by members of the band, and their show was the funniest, campiest, most sexy and entertaining live act I've ever come across.

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At Last!

I have a job!!! Yay! At Starbucks ^_^ I am so thrilled! I really like the people I've met there so far, and training is fun. Today was my second day (I had to go in at 4:30 am...*diediedie*) and I already know how to brew the coffee LOL Anyway, I just wanted to share my happiness with my loyal readers. It's about damn time!

Oh yeah. Britney is a fan.

Quote of the Day

"...So you WANT the feather dance?"

Quote of the Day

"We are going to need some lube, and a positive attitude." It made me tee-hee, which I quite enjoyed.