Cloverdale vs McMartin

I for one will not get over the trauma of my weekend in Cloverdale. I am still having odd flash backs and I'm sure that someone pulled a McMartin Preschool me (a Virgina or Bucky either way it still burns). The flash backs have something to do with two hote messy trannies (Andrew and Matt Duke) walking on me with high heels wearing large Victorian collars only after Darin and Roger did their make-up and hair. There was also Chant, Davey, Jim and Ashley acting like New Kids on The Block signing something about corn holing to the tune of "tea for two" while Will, Gabe, Andy, and Diego floated over my head on a green puffy cloud shaped like an ear. While this was all going on I could see Matt Peeler and Don cleaning and doing dishes. There was also something going on with George Tucci, Peggy Marshall, and Traci Lords. I'm almost certain that Shannon was there too wearing red and holding a pitchfork. I have called Child Protective Services, AA & NA and given names and numbers. They should be expecting a call any time now. You sinners who violated my youth should be prepared to give a DNA sample and I suggest all involved should go to your local priest and ask for forgiveness for whatever it was that you did to me in my sleep.

And by the way, it was a blast and we "set it off, Ricky"

This is dedicated to my hand picked family who picked me. I am sure that life does not get much better then spending time with you. I love you each and everyone the new Mrs. Morris, My Pooh, Wilma or HTM, Space Docker, Pimp Daddy, Genie, and I need to make up names for the rest :)

Love to love ya baby

So I think I just had one of the best weeks ever. It was going to be enough to see my Wilma and Andrew this weekend, but the out of nowhere there was a mad Russian lounging in the house. It was a super surprise. My pimp Daddy Matt snuck into my desert and no one told me. Too much fun an drink on Wednesday night lead to a long day of work on Thursday and a low key dinner in Palm Desert. Onto Friday night with my 3 SF BFF's coming to the house to dine on my Ashley's awesome South African chicken, and to meet my PS BFF, Joel as well as Ashley's (and now mine) friends Marc and Collin. A few drinks later I stumble into the kitchen to find a Pooh Bear getting ice from my refrigerator door. I screamed (as Matt would say) like a teenage middle eastern girl at a Michael Jackson concert. Yes ladies and gentlemen it was my Pooh Bear, Davey!!! Needless to say it was a very joyous night with lots of drinks and some great memories (can you remember Matt?) This weekend was almost too much. I mean I had just spent the weekend (White Party Weekend) before with Carda, Celina & Norma, Nanci, Mel & Katie, Christian & Sean , and Joel again. By the way, I attended my very first White Party Weekend event, T-dance. It was a blast. I could not stop telling myself today what an incredibly lucky man I am to have Andrew, Carda, Davey, Joel, Katie, Matt, Mel, and Wilma as friends and how much I love them (I guess they love me too with the surprises and all). I'm also blessed that I have such a great man in my life whom I adore and who adores my friends (I heart Ashley). I have to ask, does it get any better than this? In the words of the very wise and hip lady, Donna Summer, " I feel love, I feel love, I feel love..."