Sunday, July 18, 2004

Donna's Luau Party

I got together with few friends of mine to head out to Massapequa Park in Long Island yesterday to be part of Donna's Luau Party at her magnificent home. 
 
By God, Donna is an excellent event planner!  She could feed the United States Armed Forces on her own!  We swam, chatted, drank, chatted, ate and chatted all day long.  It was absolutely great to get out of Manhattan for a day. 
 
Donna is hearing woman but she is pretty much accepted by Deaf peers mainly because she works with Deaf people, not for. 
 
She has three sons, when Mike came out to greet himself before the party attendees, we all turned our heads and gasped in lust.  Mike is to die for, my friends!  All women lusted, all gay men groaned, all straight men felt awkward by the presence of Donna's son, Mike.
 
Ahh.  Thanks for the party and Mike, Donna!
 
Looking forward to the next year, don't you, KB?
 
R-

Few Things To Say

When I cooked ground beef with baked beans last Wednesday, I took small bits of raw beef.  It was a bad habit that my mother always scolded me from the day I could reach the "roof" of stove to snatch the raw beef.  Well, karma came by and gave me painful cramps in my tummy few hours later after the feast. 
 
I thought I had a gallbladder.  Hernia!  Oh, lord, a miscarriage of some sorts?!  But it was a case of food poisoning.  I thought I can handle it at work the next day.  For a half-day, I could handle it.  It became too worse for me to handle.  So off to the apartment I went and languished in my bed.  On Friday evening, it subsided.  Thank God.  Which is why I was unable to write up an entry or two.
 
I absolutely loved The DragonTales of PBS when I'm sick.  It is so positive.  So innocent.  So cute. 
 
Speaking of cuteness, when I walked home last Thursday at 2 PM, I saw three kids (1 boy, 2 girls) about 4 or 5 years old staring at the posters by the wall on Avenue B and East 13th Street in New York, they were staring at a movie named Touch of Pink ... the poster showed a guy smiling as another guy kissed him.  I was stunned.  The kids did not snicker, they were just staring at it while their mothers stood and talked with each other.  I passed by them with a smile on my face.  Such a hope for our future.
 
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You Are Finished, Chlms!

There were an episode on Will & Grace where Grace eloped with the doctor and came home.  Grace told Will about it.  Will was not happy that he was not included nor informed in advance about this.  The whole episode ended up having Will arguing with Grace about it, but eventually, as always, they made up.
 
Such is inevitable that happened to me and Chlms last Thursday night.
 
Chlms is finished.  She is hitched.  First Delanne, second Rayni and now third, Chlms. 
 
Of course, I was bit upset, but not as upset as Will, but more than baffled and flustered.  Not only that, she also dropped a MOAB (Mother Of All Bombs) on me.  She is pregnant.  Is it me or everyone is getting pregnant and married?  Must be the age thing.  Give me a fucking break. 
 
Well, I checked the pictures of Chlms and her beau.  Cute.  Jonathan, your VISA application has been approved.  Congratulations. 
 
Here is the odd thing:  The guy I am seeing in New York is ... Jonathan. 
 
Here are the pictures of Chlms and her beau. 
 
 
Why smile so hard that you could just crack your teeth apart? 
 
 
Ahh, your butt is showing, Chlms.  Jonathan, your job is to take care of her.  I'm done with her.  Thank God!
 
 
Ahh.  Here is the certificate that Chlms was sold as a slave to Jonathan.
 
Such is a life in this world.  I knew Chlms for 13 years.  She is insane girl from Conway, Arkansas.  Her parents are charming fellows that I enjoyed chatted from time to time.  It is remarkable that there is an open-minded folks in the midst of Arkansas countryside.  Thanks for allowing me to be part of your Abrams' family. 
 
Cheers,
 
R- 

Thursday, July 15, 2004

"Wake up. It is 7:30 AM."

This happened 10 years ago in Knoxville, Tennessee. I went to NAD (National Association of the Deaf) Conference for a week. Knoxville sucks. The Sunsphere has been always closed each time I visited or passed by (5 times so far!).

However, more than 4,000 deaf people flocked to the NAD Conference at a hotel not far from the Sunsphere. I stayed at Radisson Hotel with two gals. It was fun, though.

My first night at the hotel was bit frustrating. I went to the front desk and expressed the concern about waking up at 7:30 AM but the room has the alarm clock designed for hearing people. Well, I need the vibrating equipment or flashing light to wake me up. The front desk said that so many deaf people requested the same thing and they ran it out. But they suggested that they come to the room where I stay at 7:30 AM to wake me up.

I thought it was odd but fine with me. I went off to bed. For some reasons, my guts said to wake up. I woke up at 7:45 AM. Oh, fuck. Damn the folks downstairs. I strolled to the bathroom which is right next to the door into the hallway. I noticed a white paper on the floor.

I picked it up and groaned.

It reads: "WAKE UP. IT IS 7:30 AM."

They did not enter the bedroom, they slipped the note under the door in an attempt to wake me up.

Hearing people do amaze me sometimes.

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Skipping Towards Gomorrah

I like the last chapter. It is fast-paced, everything wrapped up in a bang. Dan is genius, pretty much.

I enjoyed the book very much. Thanks to Char for loaning it to me!

R-

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Studmuffin Jeff

Studmuffin Jeff has been added to the list as well. We first met in Los Angeles when we worked for that bitch whom I do not want to identify on my blog. If I mention her name, I lose the dignity!

Jeff is 100% straight but that does not stop him from cracking a joke about gays with me. But he is so funny. We click together and crack a joke after a joke after a joke ... mostly about anything else. There are few straight men out there who are male chauvinist pigs with some interesting subjects to discuss. Jeff is one of them.

Now you can read his blog and laugh as well. That is so him.

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Just When You Thought They'd Die ...

CSD (Communication Service for the Deaf) has been growing and did not cease to amaze me with the fact that it is non-profit organization but it has money. Money to spend. Money to crush NAD if they wanted to. In fact, it probably has money to run the university.

And they just announced that they will set up a basketball clinic for 5th-12th graders and call it Ronda Jo Miller Basketball Clinic. Do I hear the collective groans out there?

Don't get me wrong about this phenomenon woman, I love Ronda Jo Miller's performances on hardwood floor. She is a savvy monster. She can make you forget that there are 4 other teammates playing along with her. She can dribble, shoot, rebound, block and do more.

But CSD's position in spawning itself all over the nation is something that makes me nervous at times. I think they're OK, but I heard about the salaries, the elitism et al. Frankly, something is wrong with the picture. I heard that it drove the fabled YLC out of its campgrounds after the NAD refused to let the CSD buy/steal/own YLC.

Only time will tell.

Where is that damned The Silent News when you need it the most?

Thanks a lot, Jon Kovacs.

R-