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So.

I'm curious now. Does anyone else have a story about their religious upbringing? Did your religion do you wrong?

You see, I never believed... when I was a lil' durlx, I just pretended... I guess that sounds like a bunch of crap, but it's true. I went through all the motions, I was an altar boi and everything, the first time I got to wear a dress, (a robe they said)...in public! And a few years later, I was a church organist. I worked a string of churches on Sunday morning, sometimes three a morning, various faiths for 15 or 20 bucks a service; a pretty good gig at the time.When I came back home for the summer after my first year in college, I went back to that easy money and actually played a service while wildly stoned on mescaline, or whatever it was. The stained glass windows were soooooo beautiful and I was sooooo delerious!I ended the part where they were collecting the money, (called the offeratory) with a major seventh chord... like "TA DAAAA!"It was a lil' messed up falling down church, but someone had given them a pipe organ, (which I loved), and they just didn't seem to notice that I was totally fucked up. They were always nice to me, they were the kind of "christians" I think I could abide. They did not judge, lest they be judged... and in that kind of court, very few of the other christians I knew at the time would have gotten a fair hearing. Nor would they have deserved one.

So anyway, while I was working this lil' falling down church, the pastor's daughter, (yea, this is classic), on Christmas eve, she gave me a six-pack of Bud wrapped in paper with a bow...I was greatful for the beer and I thought "What a nice friend she was..."

I was sooo retarded and stoopid... I look back in total amazement! There were girls and then women, throwing themselves at my, er, feet and I didn't get it. If I had any idea, I would have talked to my boyfriend about it!

Yes, just like Elijah Wood, I was always soooo gay, even as a teen. I had my first really hot boyfriend then, and at sixteen that's not too amazing. Every man is blazing hot at that age...

Ah, but the thing was, my boyfriend wasn't gay. (He ended up in therapy, hehe, and had a wife and kids, but he was not gay).


"le sigh" as my friend Pebs would say...


Anyway!

Anyway, as I think I said before; I watched "Brother, Where Art Thou?" and I totally loved it!

Then Sunday afternoon, I watched "chocolat"... which was more amazing... Juliet Binoche is incredible... and in this film Johnny Depp just disappeared into his role as only he could... but the best part for me was when they were working the chocolat and mixing it and forming it... and putting the pieces in the window display...

This is an amazing film... if you haven't seen it, you should see it; it's lush, to the max extreme.


So, the next on my Netflix rotation was "Without a Paddle".

I am having a hard time watching it. It's just not a very good film, in fact, it's a very bad one.

Even though Seth Green is in it... and I jus love short bois with red hair, but after watching like twenty minutes, well, it's lame. And that's "lame" as in not good. Not "gold lame"..

But I did find a very amusing review of the film,

You need to click http://www.thenakedcritic.com/20050113paddle.htm for it.


And I want to know if any of you find that Seth Green might seem just a little gay in this film...

I mean, do you think he more gay than Elijah Wood or less gay... hehehehe....

Mea Culpa...

That means I Love You! Well, actually it means forgive me...

The day after Mardi Gras, I had a job interview... didn't get that job, but it was a good interview and a VP sat in on it. Then I had the flu for a few days. Then I did another interview for another job and the other VP sat in on that one. I just missed getting that one. Had to bite down on the disapointment, hey, I go all out for each one, and then get ready for another interview in just 36 hours... it was a rather stressful 10 days.

I survived, and I ended up with a very good job. After 60 days of uncertainty, I am so glad to finally know what my goals are and to know where I am going. I am staying in New Orleans; and that's not such a bad thing... especially when you have more cash.

So... back to Mardi Gras!

Here are the pics.....

Mardi Gras morning.... Tommy, Robert and Zilla...






It was great, my usual suspects for MG Day... Richard, George and Robert...



In the old days we vould have taken pict-chas of the strippas, but now a days that's not allowed... still some bois are pretty enough, this from the balcony at Lafitte's...



...and the lil' boi with the cute tie...



We had a fabulous time all Mardi Gras day... here's a pic of Robert and Zilla on the balcony at Lafitte's...




Well, since I had the job interview the next day, I turned in early, by seven... it was such a bitch to have to go home early!

On the way home...

...we did, at least get to see the fabulous Curry once again...



...have I told you the story about Curry....

Now ... Robert stayed out for a bit and he took Zilla, aka David, out for a few more drinky-poos as well. At one point in these later eveing hours in a bar not all that far from our hood, Robert decides that he should go home and that he should ride on our other neighbor's scooter on the way. Apparently there is a god or a goddess; they both arrived in front of Robert's house without injury. Robert stepped off the scooter and then somehow plunged into the gutter, injuring his thumb in the process. Fortunately, that was his only injury after riding with Raymond on a scooter. I mean, as he was showing me his black and blue thumb, I was thinking he was lucky to be alive... hehe!

Oh Yea....

...and Zilla, well he finally shows up the next morning about 8 AM all aglow...

I love when my house guests get a lil somethin... I'm thinkin' "hey, they'll be back...


I am nothing, if not the consumate host, eiieeee....hee. hee...


So after all, I am not going to be traveling as much for work as I might have thought, but I did get a really amazing job here in New Orleans and with the company I truly love to work for. And I'll still get some travel, enough... it's all good.

One last bit...

Last Night I watched the DVD of "Brother Where Art Thou?" If you haven't seen it, I so recommend it! It's a beautiful film with amazing music and I am in love with the guy who plays the part of "Delmar" in the film...


durlx..............

Heeey! Mardi Gras!!!







Zilla got in around one PM yesterday, Sunday, and after a little time getting him settled in, we headed to the Quarter. We met George along the way, and ran into lots of other people as well. We spent the afternoon touring the bars and viewing the mens and boys, of which there were plenty.

Around seven, we went down to Canal Street to watch the Bacchus Parade. Robert found us a great spot! The parade was fabulous and we caught tons of beads. We saw Sean Astin and Elijah Wood, but the pics turned out lousy... the parade was over three hours long...

After the parade, we headed back into the Quarter for more party, party! We finally caught a cab around 4 AM and went home to eat some chili. Turned in about five.

It's around two in the afternoon now, and I feel like someone beat me with a baseball bat! We probably walked ten miles yesterday and we were on our feet most of the day. We gathered on the front steps for coffee, but everyone is still moving kind of slow.

We'll head into the Quarter around noon tomorrow for Mardi Gras day. I have to be somewhat smart about the partying tommorrow; I've got an important job interview on Wednesday. It's a phone interview at least...