Um, maybe cause Republicans have no creativity or soul?

OK, that’s unfair, but yes, it’s true – liberals have better celebrities.

Oh, and BTW, for those of you who say that Republicans are stronger on war – just remember who got us into, through, and out of WWII. Who chose to drop the bombs, and who got us into Vietnam (unfortunately).

War President. BFD.

There was a New Yorker cartoon when I was in High School. It was therefore, during the Reagan/Mondale era. It was two guys presumably watching the presidential debates, and one says to the other:

“FDR wore a cape. Neither of these guys could wear a cape.”

‘Nuff said.


Party Prep

I invited *all* the members + the board of the Seattle Choral Company to my house for a pre-season barbeque. I am desperately trying not to do my pre-party freak-out. I’m always afraid I’ll forget something or that something won’t be clean or there won’t be enough food or drink or, well, who knows. Let’s see… I’ve gone to Costco (twice) and purchased:

  • 64 hamburgers
  • 84 hotdogs
  • 2 walla walla sweet onions
  • lots of tomatoes
  • one Foxy veggie platter
  • one Foxy fruit platter
  • one 18 can case of Coke
  • one 18 can case of diet Coke
  • one 24 bottle case of Alaskan Summer Ale
  • lots of hamburger and hot dog buns

Tonight, I will be making potato salad, cole slaw, and devilled eggs. I’ve also purchased a six pack of Corona. I have more coke and other soda on hand. I also have over 70 bottles of water.

The lawn is looking pretty good. It rained all week, and the Schweetie mowed it today. I put the cleaning stuff in the hot tub – it looks a little cloudy but not too bad.

OK, so now, in addition to making the salads, I need to sweep off the deck, make sure the kitchen is clean, get ice and put all the beverages out, get the grill ready, put together an appropriate music mix, make sure the bonus room is clean, and put Hildy in our room so she doesn’t get completely freaked out by all the people. Oh, I also have to close all of the bedroom doors, and the office doors, oh and the laundry room doors.

Now the thing about all this prep is that I always end up making too much and doing too much. One of the things about living in the Puget Sound area is for every 10 people you invite to any event: 5 will respond yes, 3 will respond no, and 2 will not respond at all. Of the 5 that responded yes, only 3 will show up. So invariably, I freak out for days, and only like 3 people show up.

As of now, I have 44 yeses, 14 maybes, 55 nos, and 33 not yet replied. Boy, do I love those not yet replied. Getting someone to RSVP to anything here in the Seattle area is harder than pulling teeth. I was so shocked the first time I tried to have a party here. It seems to me that when I lived in NJ, I always knew who was coming and who was not, and those that didn’t respond were few, and some of those apologized. Here, not only will one not get an apology, one won’t even receive acknowledgement that there was a party at all. Rude, rude, rude. I really want to call their mothers and complain.


So, anyway, tomorrow, I predict I’ll get about 35 people total, and they’ll show up in dribs and drabs. Basically we’ll be eating hamburgers and hot dogs for the rest of our lives.

Wanna come over?

Voice Over Class

Today, I took a 4 hour Voice Over class courtesy of DiscoverU. I am in search of my life’s passion, and I’ve always been interested in Voice Over, so I thought I’d give it a try.

The instructor, Pat French, was fantastic. She’s been doing voice work since she was 15, 60 years (you do the math). What really struck me about her attitude is that she considers herself an actor (actress?), and I had never really thought of it that way. But, there is a tremendous amount of acting that one has to do in commercials, voice overs, and the like.

So, here I am back again, forced to reconcile the fact that probably what I really want to do is perform. I mean, I’ve been doing it since I was 5. I took dance classes from that time. Then, there were school plays, high school plays, summer plays, and lots and lots and lots and lots of singing. Oh, and I was an instructor. Oh, and I’m the President of the Seattle Choral Co. Oh, and even at Microsoft I got sucked into doing a nationally broadcast infomercial. I hate hate hate the potential for rejection, and I’ve always known that I can’t make a living at it, but I can’t stay away from it.

I guess I’ll plunk down another $49 and take the 2nd part of the class.

Liza with a Z is AbFab

Thursday, Phil informed me that FREE tix were being offered up for the Liza Minelli concert at the Pier on Friday night. I should probably start with telling you that in many ways, I am a (stereotypical) gay man in a woman’s body:

  • I like men (I like penises too)
  • I LOVE Broadway Musicals
  • I love old movies
  • I love drama and glamour
  • I love extravaganza
  • I am a Diva

OK so, on top of those things, I want to try and see all of these older performers before they don’t perform anymore. I saw Julie Andrews on Broadway, I saw Yul Brynner playing the King, I’ve seen Tom Jones and Wayne Newton, I saw Cher’s farewell concert, etc.

Well, no one else in Phil’s department was interested, so basically we got the opportunity to use all 6 tix. I searched in vain for someone to go with us, and finally on Friday afternoon, friends of ours (a gay couple, natch) were thrilled and wanted to go. I figured that this concert would either be fabulous, or it would be like watching a car wreck that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. Plus, there was the chance that there would be drag queens there (as there were at the Cher concert). 

It turns out the concert was FAB; truly, really, FAB. Liza has re-put on some of the weight she lost a few years ago, but I would bet she’s really much happier than when she was with David what’s his face. She was resplendent in black plants and sparkly white top (and then later sparkly black top). She brings her band with her, and of course they are fantastic – horns, rhythm section, and keyboard/synthesizer. Her band leader (the drummer) has been with her for 30 years. Liza was breathtaking. Her voice is not what it once was, but, unlike most singers today, she really delivers the song. She gets inside the head of the character’s that singing it, and you can’t take your eyes off of her. This is not an easy thing to do – it’s hard enough just getting notes and rhythm right. Particularly satisfying was her salute to Cabaret. She finished up the concert with an a capella version of “I’ll be seeing you.” She hadn’t planned on doing it, but the audience was going nuts for her. This is not an easy song to sing, ever, let alone a capella. There was not a sound in the place – we were all in rapt attention.

Other fun stuff – watching this audience was interesting. The gay couple with us was having lots of fun looking at all the other hotties. There were 150 people there from the Lifelong Aids Alliance who were just going nuts for her. Liza was having some trouble catching her breath, and would take breaks to wipe her face between numbers. About 3/4 of the way through the concert, she ended up ripping off her false eyelashes and wiping off her makeup completely. She also has that laugh; HAH right into the mic.

The whole thing was amazing, and I’m so glad to have been able to see it. Lucky, lucky, lucky me.