From what I can tell (from the official Grabby web site) it was another banner evening for Johnny and Rascal Video. Wrong Side won for best gay video, best videography and Chi Chi for best director. Johnny tied with Brad Benton for best performer and also won best three-way with Tommy Ritter and Marcus Iron. Way to go.
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There’s no doubt in my mind that Johnny’s brother had a good party while I was out of town. It’s human nature and I didn’t raise any fools. There was no trace of anything out of the ordinary when I got home … just my cats ignoring me for a while as they let me know how pissed off they were at me for leaving them.
Johnny created an audio entry about our last couple of hours together. I hope you noticed his outlook on being tied up in traffic in the tunnel due to an accident. Always remember, no matter how bad life seems to be at the moment – someone else has it much worse than you. Go ahead – tell me I’m old fashioned and I’ll reply to you “Bite Me”. It’s true. Take a few minutes – read the paper, listen to the news, talk to your neighbor or a very close friend. Then – sit back and meditate. Hello! Yeah – you’re in a hideous situation at this moment, but do you want to trade places with some of the other people out there? I think not.
So I’m home (in Cleveland). Bless Carmen – the home was spotless and the grass was cut. Due to the monsoons that have pummeled Cleveland (as well as New England) in the last week I figured I would need a herd of goats to get the grass in shape. Right back to the grindstone of working, but so much better because of my wonderful last three weeks.
Hope to get back up to Boston in Sept/Oct/Nov and visit the Cape – see the boys again – have more time with Johnny.
So Johnny says … gee, maybe shoulda done this and maybe shouldn’t have done that while Ma was in town. I say, “Bullshit”. From my perspective any time is valuable. So he had a few down times while I was there … don’t you think I want to be with him during those ‘down times’? Maybe I can’t fix them or offer up suggestions to fix them, but for me – just being there to somehow ’share the load’ is gratification enough for me and hopefully for him, too. Maybe you can understand the value to me of just walking from the car to a store with him, holding hands, saying nothing. If you can’t, I hope you have that experience someday with someone you hold dear to your heart and love. That would make a great commerical for the plastic cards … “Priceless”!!
For whatever reason, it’s important to me to stress that I am not one of those attention craving girls that run around with the titties hanging out for validation. They just kind of steal the show on their own. Second, I apologize if you are one of the gay men that changed my diapers when I was a baby. You had to know that I could never lay low.
I didn’t quite understand why Johnny kept chasing me down with the camera. I quickly reverted back to 1993, feeling sad for that girl who thought that he may really want to touch them. But no – just like in 1993, he was pimping my breasts off to random friends and family members! As he pulled my shirt down, Ma Hazzard yelled, “No honey, you are a gay man, you don’t like those!”
It was a fabulous evening. I did feel like I should have left with some extra cash in my pocket after showing so much skin. But I owe Johnny more money than I could ever explain. I appreciate the fact that Johnny and Boy Wonder posted the pictures of me and my twins. I do wish the photo angle did not make my nose look so large. But my hair looks amazing. Look Boys, No regrowth. Anyway, as I think of more stories I will post them. I need to check first with Johnny about what he is willing to divulge. If I get the go ahead, things will get VERY interesting. Until then…
When I travel, the cabbie is always the most influential person of the day for me. If he/she is late, rude, lacks basic knowledge of Boston or worse, is one of those overly aggressive drivers that everyone hates, it could start my day of travel off with a bad flavor. Luckily he was on time, quite accommodating and very friendly. Traveling at 8am provided a landscape of hurried, stressed out motorists fighting to make deadlines and punch clocks.
My cabbie handled it all very well. We talked and joked about how things used to be before the Mass Pike. It would have easily taken us an hour to get to the airport had there been no Pike. It comes down to this: Boston has too many people with too may cars and not enough roadways. Throw some people in there that have never been here before trying to make their way through the perplexing organism that is the Boston road system and what you get is a lot of horns.
We had a great laugh at our mutual fascination with the use of horns here. Bostonians luuuuuuuv a horn. I have lived many places and been a motorist in all of them. Never have I seen anything quite like this aggressive display of frustration. A simple cut off could result in a five minute aural assault lasting at least a mile or so. Jeeeez, I mean come on “what is that getting you?” I used to ask. Some people vent in the weirdest ways.
Sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to Chicago I was going through my camera when I stumbled upon some pics I had taken at my Mom’s house the night we had my friend and cousins over for pizza, catch up and beer. Mara came much to my pleasure. You may remember Mara from her guest entries, my favorite, our hostile take over of the Trout Pond at Sea World.
Mara brought over two of her friends. I had always known these two, but really never felt a connection with them. Most of the other guys got on quite well with them. I never seemed to have anything to say to them. I guess either they have grown up or I have changed because I felt a real interest in them this time around. My cousins Teddy and D, both 20 something, also found Mara’s friends to be most intriguing, thought provoking and positively gorgeous. I begged them all for a photo. It took some coercion, but everyone said yes. I do not think that Mara’s friends are used to so much direct attention via the camera. I think they did great, let’s meet them now:
