It's snowing!!!

 
Dear god it is fucking cold here in Montreal. Despite that fact I am loving it. I am staying in the gay village and have wondered around some but there is still a lot more to see. It is a bit odd to be running around looking at grad schools today, seeing as how it's Thanksgiving at home. I have such a hankering for turkey, cranberry sauce and stuffing right now it hurts. What's worse is that I am missing out on my godmother's pecan pie and white chocolate cheesecake. Hopefully someone has the piece of mind to save me some leftovers for when I get home on Monday. The rest of the time will be spent sightseeing, shopping and going out.

PS: James, your parents would be glad to know that Dan and I will be going to the church where Celine Dion got married.

 
I think I may be all gay-ed out. Last night I brought James and one of his roomates to Good Friends. After being there for all of a minute I was completely over it. I am just tired of the scene here. It's never anything new. It's been the same crap for years and shows no signs of changing. For once I want to be able to go out and not have my bartender finishing up the last few hours of his 3 day drinking binge or have someone cruise me in the bathroom or try to sell me drugs or deal with bar patrons strung out on K or coke or whatever.

So I think I'll be taking a break from the New Orleans gay scene for a while. Granted this won't last forever. There are only so many places in this city I can go to look at cute boys and get drunk with a campy soundtrack in the background.

 
Last weekend I had a friend come to town to visit. She had only been here once before, for Mardi Gras. That was her only impression of the city. We spent Sunday in the French Quarter the way one is supposed to spend a Sunday - shopping, eating and drinking. I was able to recount all kinds of historical bits and trivia about New Orleans and the French Quarter.

It's nice having someone to show around the city. It makes me appreciate so many things that I often take for granted or totally forget about. All it takes is a little re-adjustment of perspective to fall in love with this city all over again.

 
Did I mention that in a week and a half I will be in Montreal? I am incredibly excited even though I am going with the intention of looking at grad schools. There will be some surprise guests which is going to make the whole trip worthwhile.

The only thing I'm worried about is how a boy from a semi-tropical climate like myself is going to fare in the frigid north. I don't even think I can buy clothes for weather that cold anywhere around here.

 
Today I had a stripper rub my face all over her breasts and spank me in front of everyone at Rick's Cabaret. THat's what happens when you have friends in from out of town and you go see a friend at work. Such is life in New Orleans

 
Most people wouldn't think that after hearing a lecture given by John Guare that they would ultimately end up driving home in their car, filled with someone else's vomit. Everywhere. even on them. I, on the other hand, wasn't really the least bit surprised.

Anyone have any tips on the best way to get rid of the smell?

 
Notes on Life

1. On Halloween I discovered that blondes really do have more fun. Especially when one is dressed as a blonde, battered housewife.

2. Tobey Maguire is made all the more fuckable by watching his screen test on the new Spider Man DVD.

3. My mother's carrot cake may be one of the best things to eat. Ever.