LW3 Confidant Delivered The Punch

You Suck, Rob! Mark, one of my LW3* confidant, paged me last night with an one-liner that left me stumped for hours while he slept in peace. He said, "I have sad news for you, Ricky."

Anyone who knew me very well ... I do not like the sudden one-liners or secrets that left me stumped for minutes, let alone hours! Later in the morning, Mark told me that Rob's ex husband died.

I was baffled. Ex?

You see, when I lived in the District, I met a cute, charming and smart fella named Rob. Turns out that he was 32 years old charismatic pig who enjoyed cheating on his naive husband who is also ... very old. You see, Rob likes big men and ... old geezers. He once told me that if I told his husband the truth that he has many conquests behind his back, he'll cut me off so fast that my head will not have the time to spin.

But by then, I moved to New York. Did not care nor ache for this shit-eating pig, I had enough of his antics so I ratted him out to his ex. Suffice to say that his "husband" broke up with Rob after I dispatched the lethal email. Ever since, Rob hated me for that, considering the sources that my friends bumped into Rob at times in DC. I care less.

Mike Harris, the ex husband of Rob, was old ... but nice. He did not deserve a pig who cheated on him all the times. Rob was charming, trust me. Very cute. He was extremely proud that he fucked his Dad's best friend. I'm like, "What?"

Anyway, Mark told me that Mike is dead, since last September 23, 2004. I felt sorry for Mike, but certainly not for his ex, Rob. Good riddance, Rob. Oh, by the way, when it comes to things like this, I always win!

Why Is That? My eyes *always* rolled when gay couples said, "My children" -- it turned out to be mere dogs or cats, not human beings. It is ridiculous. They wrote the blogs and said, "I have to tend to my children." Then you see the pictures of dogs. Maybe Rick Santorum (R-PA) was right about the "man on dog" comments.

Marb(t)y Bonales Is Desperate: I was amused to learn that Marb(t)y has been paging several friends of mine and in the process, harassed them about me. Marby, Marty, Marb(t)y -- grow up and eat some feces. Bet you a dollar or two that he does not know what "feces" means.

* LW3 = Lethal Weapon 3 which applies to Mark, Keith and me during our last few years in college

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Extremely COOL!

Toby asked me for the picture of me from head to toe via the e-mail, I hunted and realized that I only have ONE picture of me from head to toe -- that was the picture of me with Imel when he visited New York last year. I was not exactly smiling, I was bit arrogant -- if you could search the picture in 2004's June or July, you probably will find me there with Imel -- I was trying to masturbate the statue in some park in Greenwich Village but too bad, the picture completely did not catch my left hand.

So I gave Toby the picture. Shortly, he fired me back with this picture -- I was delighted. Toby rocks.



What happened is that during the Memorial Day Weekend, I talked with Toby about this particular poster that I really liked and kept it on my disk until someone stole my disks. Then I hunted for this particular picture. Could not find it. Toby swears that he saw it recently -- I dismissed him. And he proved me wrong.

And I'm glad he did.

Thanks, Toby!!

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Senator Rick Santorum Is Sick

Last night on New Jersey Transit, I read the New York Times Magazine about Senator Rick Santorum (R-PA) and his persistent beliefs that gay marriage is a threat to HIS marriage. Like we wanted him to be gay.

Jesus Christ!

Upon reading the article, it is baffling to know that there is a person who claimed that he is Christian but he never read the Bible! He said, "I've never read the Bible cover to cover; maybe I should -- I'm a Catholic, so I'm not a biblical scholar. I'm not someone who has verses he can pop out. That's not how I interact with the faith."

It was him who converted Senator Sam Brownback of Kansas to Catholicism -- how can he convert someone into catholicism if he does not know a thing about the religion itself?

By itself, it proved that Rick is one big stupid ass.

Rick Santorum once compared gays to "man on dog" acts -- in other words, beastiality. Which is ridiculous to start with. But if you look at what Rick and his wife did with their dead infant, it is much worse than being gay, I think!

What happened after the death is a kind of snapshot of cultural divide. Some would find it discomforting, strange, even ghoulish -- others brave and deeply spiritual. Rick and Karen Santorum would not let the morgue take the corpse of their newborn; they slept that night in the hospital with their lifeless baby between them. The next day, they took him home. "Your siblings could not have been more excited about you!" Karen writes in the book, which takes the form of letters to Gabrile, mostly while he is in utero. "Elizabeth and Johnny held you with so much and tenderness. Elizabeth proudly announced to everyone as she cuddled you, "This is my baby brother, Gabriel; he is an angel.'"

And I find it gross.

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Top 20 Sweatiest Cities

It is interesting list.

1. Phoenix
2. Las Vegas
3. Tucson
4. Miami
5. Corpus Christi
6. West Palm Beach
7. Houston
8. Tampa
9. Orlando
10. Fort Myers
11. San Antonio
12. Honolulu
13. Dallas
14. Montgomery
15. New Orleans
16. Mobile
17. Baton Rouge
18. Waco
19. Jacksonville
20. El Paso

Among the Top 100 that interested me is:

29. Little Rock
34. Raleigh
35. Norfolk
37. Richmond
40. Washington, DC
46. Virginia Beach
52. Philadelphia
53. Roanoke
59. New York
61. Cincinnati
67. Sioux Falls
100. San Francisco

Curious about the sweatiest cities?

Tidbits About Las Vegas

Older Flight Attendants? I flew to Los Angeles, then changed the plane to Las Vegas. Then I flew back to Los Angeles from Las Vegas en route to Nashville before arriving back in New York at LaGuardia International Airport. I observed that the flight attendants are older in their 40s to 50s. I had not seen ONE young person between 20s to 40s working as flight attendant. I thought that the younger flight attendants were largely laid off due to the seniority just right after the 9/11 drama.

Where Are They? In Las Vegas, I noticed something else. I told Chris about it. Chris grinned and said, "You're strange for thinking like that." I told him that during the whole time I stayed in Las Vegas, I hadn't seen a fucking squirrel running amok anywhere else.

Too Many Fatties! AS an experienced person who struggled with his weight for years, I was amused and alarmed with the fact that I saw more fat people in Las Vegas than anywhere else in the world. I even noticed that many persons that used the motor wheelchair are not elders but truly the fattest ones. I VEE-VEEed the couple while I was wearing the sunglasses -- this gave me the opportunity to stare at one couple at the swimming pool. The guy is HOT. Perfect. V-shaped body holding his girlfriend who is ... obese. He was holding her massive hips. When he was bored, he lightly tapped on her hips, it jiggles each time he lightly slapped on it. I was fascinated with their interactions with each other -- it appeared to me that he was enjoying the meaty section of her body. But it is evident that there is obesity epidemic in this country after visiting Las Vegas.

You know when I was a kid, I wished that everyone was fat so that they can learn a lesson or two after treating me shitty. It appears that tha karma is doing its job. Everyone is getting fatter while I'm losing it! Of course, I'm smirking like Hell.

Hot, Hot and Hot! It is no secret that Las Vegas is in the valley of some shitty desert. You expected it to be hot during the day, cool during the night. But it was frankly hot. Even Lucifer Morningstar would run away from Las Vegas under its scorching heat. I noticed that the pigeons sat under the bridges, monorail, cars, parking lots, chairs ... even the pigeons knew not to sit or walk around the ground that is exposed to the sun. Or their talons would stick to the sidewalk! But one postcard was correct, "The weather is HOT but the climate is great in Vegas!"

40 oz. of Cape Cod In Downtown Las Vegas, I took Chris to see the Fremont Street Experience -- where they had a great light show on the ceiling. It is great stuff, happens every hour all night long until midnight or so. I noticed that some people were drinking alcoholic drinks on the streets -- especially in these plastic 40 oz. Of course, I raced down to a casino and purchased 40 oz of Cape Cod (cranberry juice with vodka) -- I was bewildered that vodka consisted of 25 oz of the plastic cup for only $13. Chris said it is expensive. I said, "For 40 oz? Please, it is worth the price!"

Sure enough, I was drunk afterwards. Just one drink of 40 oz for $13 to knock me out. Chris made fun of my red face all night long. I even brought the plastic cup in the cab to Gipsy, a gay nightclub before I lost the coolest fatso cup. 40 oz of alcoholic drink for only $13! That was cool!

No Storm Drain? Once in a while, I would hear about the flash floods in Las Vegas during the winter times. I wondered why. Now I know. There is *no* storm drain in Las Vegas. I do not see it at all. The town basically built on the ground above, not below. They lacked the storm sewage to filter the monsoons away out of Las Vegas as needed. I wonder why? Is it because they are tired of dealing with homeless trying to sleep in the tunnels? Inquiring mind(s) would like to know.

White pen does not morph into black pen! The bartender at Gipsy took my white pen -- in midst of my drunken conversation with Chris -- I suddenly noticed the black pen. I insisted that he gives the white pen back, the bartender refused -- I wrote on a note that the black pen is not a fucking caterpillar so give it back! Initially, Chris did not understand me. But I showed the pen! He got the drift and tried to get it back but the bartender insisted that it was his. Fuck him.

Later in the cab, I was fuming at the miscommunication -- which occasionally happened between me and hearing people. It is tiresome and sickening at times. Arguing onver insignificant things. Chris wrote a note and left it on my lap as I stared out of the cab in the darkness. It reads, "Knowing you more in the last few days, you are perhaps the most misunderstood person I ever had met -- people plainly misunderstood you all the time." True words were never spoken, Chris.

Cheers,

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The KA

Last night, the internet connection at home was spotty at its best. I could not blog anything else. But today, the connection is running smoothly. Hopefully, I could go on and ramble about many things that I observed but chose not to interfere the whole week in Las Vegas.

But let's focus on The KA since it did not impress Chris (it was his third Cirque Du Soleil experience after "La Nuba" and "Zumanity") and certainly impressed me (since it was my first Cirque Du Soleil experience) from the start to the finish.

I learned that we had the seats up front by 2nd row for $150 each on Tuesday evening. So after dining at a luxury restaurant which practically killed my budget, I was bit desperate for an excitement. Chris said that the Cirque Du Soleil should do the trick. We got to walk around MGM Grand Hotel, it is the city unto itself in one massive building. It has hotel, attractions, casinos, restaurants, stores, plays and nightclubs to name few.

When it was time for us to attend to our seats, the ushers were bit odd to observe. It appeared that they are playing the roles of some characters. Where I sat, our usher reminded us that we are NOT allowed to touch the stage, stand or lean over the stage. Then I saw the explosions from under the stage. Under the stage? I stood a little to peek at the stage. Sure enough, the stage itself is bottomless.

After all, it is Cirque Du Soleil where stranger things do happen. Shortly, one extremely attractive man with smooth but long blue hair to his waist gracefully walked around the stage -- it appears that he was trying to say something but someone flashed the camera at him. He smiled calmly then pointed to the spectator in the audience to come forward. The spectator did. He took his camera and tossed it over the stage into the bottomless where it exploded. Then the spectator's cellphone rang, the actor slowly pointed at his cellphone. The spectator hesitated before passing the cellphone to the actor. The actor tossed it into the bottomless pit where it also exploded. I immediately knew that the spectator is merely the actor as well! Soon enough, he tried to light his cigarette -- suffice to say, the taller actor with smooth, but long blue hair toseed him into the bottomless pit where it exploded wildly -- the message was: "No camera, cellphone and smoking allowed."

None of this was done with the voice. They demonstrated by acting. The whole play itself was fantastic -- lots of acrobatic moves that stunned and delighted me ... its out of world moves as well as interchanged with the machines that moved around the stage is quite unbelievable but worth the price to see -- I sat in the center of 2nd row -- sometimes they flew off the stage right above my head. It was fantastic.

It is a tale about two rival clans in some Asian country where they struggled to battle each other to save someone else but ended up saving each clans in the progress.

Needless to say that I had a mini-crush on this lean, tall actor with long, smooth blue hair -- he was quite vicious and hot! As I say, there are some sounds effects, especially when it comes to songs but throughout the plays, no words were uttered. They expressed the story by acting out the gestures -- it is obvious and easy to follow through. I grinned, smiled and stared in awe as Chris kept on staring with dead eyes.

Since it's his third one and he said that it's not the best one he ever had seen.

To me, I was pretty blown away. I really enjoyed it very much. Despite the fact that it is quite expensive, it is worth the price to see it with my own eyes.

Thanks, Chris.

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A Snapshot Of Chris & Ridor In Las Vegas Hilton's $18.6 Million Swimming Pool

Gorgeous Chris and Cute RT?

I was not kidding that the complete renovation of the swimming pool totaled $18.6 million, it says so on the information sheet at the hotel. And I looked around and thought, "So it is worth $18.6 million?" Not to me, though. Weird.

I'll blog about many little things as well as the Cirque du Soleil's The KA. It is mind-blowing experience, considering the fact that I sat two rows away from the stage -- for $150.

Later,

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