Monday, April 21st - My Liver Declares War! Part 1

I really think that I have spent more hours drunk over the past four days that I have been sober. Seriously folks, if this is the way the entire summer is going to be, I am going to have to either get a liver transplant or go into rehab (or both). The fact are that I went out Thursday night, Saturday night, had a drag show benefit on Sunday, followed by a party, and then Romeo, Mom, and I went to Olly's for some dinner and MORE drinking. The other dastardly fact is that there is another benefit tonight I am going to, with an open bar. So, I suppose, the alcohol poisoning will be lessened by the fact that I'm being benevolent.

Thursday night was the monthly Indy Pride mixer, which is normally a pretty low key affair with some announcements and stuff, but this month was the official kick off of the Pride Calendar with the unveiling of the logo and the announcement of the headliner (Kristine W). The mixer is held at a gay owned restaurant on Massachusetts Ave. called Agio. While the drinks may be a bit pricier than I normally like, at least they aren't skimpy with the pours. After the mixer, a few of us moved down to Metro, and pretty much sat out on the patio and enjoyed the gorgeous evening (and more liquor!). Since I had taken Thursday and Friday off, I wasn't really in a hurry to get home, which made for a nice leisurely night.

Friday, I decided that I wasn't going to do anything at all, even though the day was absolutely beautiful and I should have gone biking. I didn't even go to the gym. I just slept in, and then laid on the couch catching up on shows from my neglected DVR. By the time the evening rolled around, I was ready to go out and do something, but after conferring with Blanche about the canceled trip to Miss Gay IU in Bloomington, we both opted to stay in on Friday evening, since it was going to be a busy weekend.

Saturday morning, I got up and went out to my parent's house to do some laundry and visit with my grandmother, who was in town for some medical tests. Since I had just bought Guitar Hero for the Wii, I took it out to show them all, and I just have to say 1) I totally suck at this game, though I am getting better, and (2) there is nothing more disconcerting than sitting in the living room playing Guitar Hero, flanked by your father, mother and 80 year old, Grandmother, while your mother is singing along to "Talk Dirty to Me" by Poison.

After my mother left to take my grandmother home to Logansport, I was tasked with the job of taking my father shopping for a new suit for my niece's First Communion, which is next Sunday. Now, my father is a simple, blue collar man, and we've honestly never really had all that much to talk about other than the perfunctory stuff. We've never been the "lets talk about our feelings" types, and this didn't change on our big gay shopping trip. The unfortunate thing is that there really aren't a lot of good stores on my parent's side of town, which left us going to the ghetto mall, which has lost most of its tenants to be replaced with urban clothing choices and, oddly enough, churches. We didn't find anything at Macy's, Burlington Coat Factory, or Sears, and we ended up going to Kohl's, which would have been my first choice anyway. We got dad into a nice, black, pin-stripped suit, and he asked if we should pick out a tie. I decided give the old man a little flair with this choice, and I picked out a deep red shirt and a matching tie. He's going to look like the Mafia is coming to church, but it'll at least be interesting!

After I got home, I started messing around on the computer, but eventually, I guilted myself into going to the gym and finishing my workout program for the week. The problem with this is that the guilt reached a fever pitch after 6:00, and my gym closes at 7:00. So, I had to jet down to the gym, and try to get everything done as quickly as possible, which actually led to a pretty good cardio workout. My legs are still killing me today!

Working on Part 2....