Well, lookee here... I'm back.
I really wasn't feeling the urge to blog lately, and it isn't like there hasn't been a lot to report or anything like. My dedication with blogging went downhill as my addiction to Facebook began to rise, and I guess I was just more enamored with the instant gratification of the status update instead of the writer's block of blogging.
All of this changed this week when I visited a friend of mine's blog. I was reading through his stuff, and I missed the outlet for my voice. Now, I don't know if I'm going to be back to the heady days of 2007-2008 when I was doing damn near every day, but we'll see how it goes.
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Last night, my friends made our annual pilgrimage to the Indiana State Fair. I'm not sure how big Fairs are outside of the Midwest, but we mainly go for the deep fried goodness that is the food opportunities. It is always interesting what the latest "discovery" in oily gastronomy is, but that is just part of the charm of the fair.
This year we waited a bit longer than we typically do because Indy Pride, the Rainbow Chamber, and Indiana Equality sponsored an unofficial "Red Day. So, there were a lot of gays out there in Red. My favorite part was walking up to people I know who weren't wearing red and blurting "Even without the red shirt, we still know you're gay!" Yeah, I'm an ass. :)
Anyway, I really didn't eat all that much. I had my traditional corn dog and elephant ear, which are my nutritional requirements for the State Fair. I also tossed in a Gyro, which is where I think things went awry.
After we left the fair, we went back to the Metro for some cocktails, and I just wasn't feeling it. I had one cocktail, and I tried to make my way out of the bar (which was harder to do than you think...friends kept coming in). I was able to get home, watch Project Runway, and even get in some sleep. Then, well, things started to happen. I popped some Maalox, hoping it would fix it. Alas, it didn't. I won't go into the gory details, but it was not a pleasant time.
I'm really not one of those people that lament the passage of time. I never really saw 30 as certain gay death, and I've actually been a lot happier in my 30s than I ever was in my 20s. However, the fact that a night at the fair now results in a phalanx of Maalox, really just sucks...a lot!
2 comments:
I hear ya, sistah! However, my intestinal fortitude will have to be put to the test again because I just learned a bar here has "Chicken Fried Bacon with Gravy dipping sauce". For real.
(Good to have ya back, and I hear ya about the Facebook thing!)
The "delicacy" this year was called "Pigs in the Mud." It was basically 5 peices of cold, soggy bacon with chocolate sauce and powdered sugar. By that point, I really couldn't even look at it. Ick! Now, yours sounds great ;)
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