Kansas City, Here I Come!

DearBoy and I are gearing up for a road trip. We leave tomorrow night and are headed to glorious Kansas City, Missouri to visit his family. Don't be jealous, y'all. I know everyone wants to come with us, but we're going this trip alone.

Even MissKitty is staying at the house alone. She has her boys that will come and tend to her whims. She has plenty of food and I always leave a tv on for her, so she has something to watch.

Tonite, as I was scrubbing the kitchen floor, I thought about the random things I do when I go away...

· The house has to be clean before I leave. I can't rest in a hotel just thinking that my floor at home is dirty.

· I always put a new razor and bar of soap in the shower right before I leave the house. I like coming home to clean razors and real-sized bars of soap.

· I pack enough clothes for twice the amout of time I'm going to be gone. I've always done this....and then I shop when I go away and I don't wear most of what I take with me, but I like knowing the clothes are there.

· The week before I leave, I don't read my weekly magazines at the house. I save them for the car and the hotels.....and I get a lot of magazines.

Just Because....

"You Little One Broke, Too!"

I had a knock on my door at 7:00 a.m. One of my neighbors noticed that my right rear tire was flat. I thanked her for letting me know and went back to bed.

I got out of bed about forty-five minutes later, and went downstairs. Dammit, she was right. So, I changed the flat and put on the little donut spare tire. Yes, I know how to change a flat tire. Fags need to know how to do this, too. If you don't know how to change a flat on your car, then go get a lesson.

But I digress....I get to work and all is well until about 5:00. One of the Asian girls who works in the back came running up to me and said in broken English, "You little one broke, too!" I didn't understand what the hell she was talking about until a different Asian girl who works in the back came up and said (also in broken English, "We take trash outside. Outside by car. Little tire gone, too."

Then I understood. Not only did I have a flat tire, but I had a flat spare tire.

Shit.

I called around, and the only place that would be open by the time I got off of work (at my job one does not leave early) was about three miles away. I prayed like hell and drove to the closest gas station and filled up the spare. I could hear a hissing sound, but again I prayed and got back on the roads.

It took forever to get to the tire place because I was taking side roads and trying to stay away from traffic incase the spare tire exploded or some random shit. The prayers worked and I made it there in one place.

Two and a half hours later, and a hundred dollars out of my wallet, I drove away with a brand new back tire and a fixed spare tire. (It had something to do with the valve...or something near the valve...which they fixed).

S.A.T.U.R.D.A.Y.

I normally work on Saturdays. They're busy. Lots of people are in the store. We close early. It's a good day to work. I really like working them.

I was off today because of the thing-a-ma-bob tonite with DearBoy. We thought that I would have to help him set some stuff up, so I took the day off. Come to find out...they had enough people and my services were not required. Huzzah for me, right?

I tried to do on a Saturday what I normally do on my random weekday off. Tried to do laundry, but one of my neighbors beat me to the laundry room (we only have two washers and dryers). I did manage to clean the house because I can do that on my own.

The trip to the grocery store was a nightmare. People everywhere. Abandoned carts with food in them just left in the aisles...some of them had purses in them. (Ladies, please...keep your purses with you at all times. This his how theft and identity theft happens). My normal fifteen-minute trip to the store took me almost forty-five minutes just by navigating around the idiots who were shopping.

I tried to run more errands, but with busy parking lots and people wandering to-and-fro, I decided to pack it in and come back home. Which was good because I got to take a nap, and we all know I love my naps.

The errands can wait for another day. All I have to do today is put on my "happy happy" face for tonite. Later, gaterz...gotta go schmooze.

Friday Flesh

Dylan McDermott

Dylan McDermott is an American actor, best known for his role on the former television drama The Practice.

Dylan was born in Waterbury, Connecticut, to teenage parents. After his mother's death, Dylan and his sister were raised by their grandmother. The neighborhood was so rough, that a burglar once stole their underwear (according to Wigglypedia).

His father's third wife was Eve Ensler (author of The Vagina Monologues) and she legally adopted McDermott when he was nineteen-years-old. Dylan was encouraged by his adoptive mother to pursue an acting career and she wrote roles for him into her plays. After she suffered a miscarriage, he took on the name Dylan—the name of her unborn child.

Dylan's big break as an actor came the acclaimed hit film In the Line of Fire. Through his connection with Clint Eastwood, McDermott was able to land his first major gig in The Practice. The show expanded his stardom, and he made People's list of the "50 Most Beautiful People In The World 1998" with the magazine calling him a "a prime-time heartthrob". Dylan nabbed the distinction again in 2000.

Dylan also had roles in Hamburger Hill, The Grid, The Treatment, Steel Magnolias, Will & Grace, and Ally McBeal. This hunky 46(!) year-old's last project was the ABC television series Big Shots. Unable to maintain a decent plot line or ratings, the show was cancelled, but it allowed us too oogle at his still stunning body.