Sorry ladies and gents. I didn’t have much of an urge to get to here until now even though a big chunk of the day has been spent in front of this computer screen. But you’ll soon learn the reason for the delay.
In the past few months, my weekends seemed to have morphed from the usual to Thursdays - Saturdays. And it’s a good thing because these past few days have been outstanding.
Thursday night found me at Club Dada once again for Amanda Newman’s Listening To series. I wasn’t sure what the crowd would be like since local upcoming big shots The Theater Fire were playing the Double Wide with Ashburne Glen and Chicago’s Dogme 95. I also didn’t care because I was stoked by the fact that Millicent Friendly was playing. I have their cd Downtime and have played that sucker out along with Black Tie Dynasty’s Movements. And much to my happiness, I lucked out for once. They played all my favorites and I thanked God personally that they included Timid Troubadour in their set. Drummer John Solis describes their music as pop/rock and I guess that’s fair but they jammed hard and with conviction despite cable issues and a not so great mike for singer Chris Machart. I could hear him but not. Weird. Dave Little played before and Tuesday Debut after but no matter, I was there for MF and they didn’t disappoint.
Also met this guy who turned out to be quite the swell dude within the span of maybe five minutes.
Friday Night, Girl On Top was researching drag kings and Jonanna and I were along for the ride. Every first Friday of the month, Buddies II hosts Dukes of Dallas, the drag king show of Big D. The opposite of drag queens (duh), women dress up as men and lip sync and dance to music. At first, it was very weird and awkward. I was uncomfortable and not sure why. Maybe because reading this, you might just think they were dressed like guys. Suits, jeans, whatever but no. Mohawks, open shirts, Korn and similar music all made up the show and it caught me way off guard. My memory fails me but when the mohawk guy and two chicks sang about pain and love, he was so committed to it that I was swept up in it. And instead of just coming out and doing a number like a drag queen will do, they would do actual acting and choreography and props and the whole bit. It really was amazing and one of the best times I’ve had out in a long time. Bravo! Check it out for a different night out.
OMG, and then there’s Saturday. You may have read that I would be at Cosmo’s celebrating my friend’s birthday. It’s hard for me to agree with $5 Red Stripes but they are so good. The place was full not packed with a young hip and unpretensious crowd. I highly recommend Cosmo’s for your drinking pleasure. However, I wouldn’t recommend mixing your liquor or letting drinks sneak up on you. Because then your friend will have to put you in his car, let you vomit on the side of his SUV and carry you up a flight of stairs to endure more dry heaving. (insert wink here)
Fortunately, all that drama took away from that oh so heartbreaking Cowboys game. Nothing says it more than this.

Romo screwed it up but I can’t help but feel bad for the guy. That’s a big ole load o’ shame to carry. And I wonder if we’ll be having Tuna next season. Don’t think so. And ya know…without a lot of fanfare, I’ll give Romo my Seven Day G-Man Hottie of the Week this time around. How’s that?
After going to bed at five a.m. today and waking up three hours later, today turned out to be quite productive. Breakfast at Garden Cafe (recommend their sausage but not their eggs), car wash to get the vomit off, newspaper and Mexican coffee at Crossroads and even eked out some gym time. Quite the weekend filled to the max with fun and festivities…and a bit of drama.
Hate that this sounds more like a journal entry but I had to fill ya in. Although, I need to crash soon. REALLY SOON.