July 21, 2006
TGIF
OK, on Tuesday, my car rolled over 100,000 miles. I know, big deal, WTF, and all that stuff. It was monumental to me. I put every single one of those 100K miles on the car myself. I'm proud. Yay. Here's to another 100,000.
On Wednesday, could you hear me scream and cry and throw my temper tantrum about "Project Runway" keeping Angela? I mean, that is a serious what-the-fuck moment. I mean, she may have some talent—we've yet to find out—but she's a raging bitch who is now only on the show to increase the drama factor. Poor Vincent. I thought he would be gone by now, and I'm glad he's not because he brings laughter to the show. He's crazy and kooky, and that's fun. I love that show too much.
Then, Wednesday night, I had the most amazing dream that I was flying an airplane solo. It was so vivid and real, I woke up feeling envigorated and a little inspired. And wondering what it would take to become a pilot. Maybe some day I will. I've already found the plane I want to buy...for $3 million. Of course.
Last night...I'm still in pain from it all. We went to see Kathy Griffin at the Warfield. OMG. I laughed for two solid hours. Kathy Griffin is the most irreverent, vulgar, crude, (all compliments, by the way) hilarious, and butt-honest comic out there. I was spent. She's all, "I'm running late, but wait! I've got to tell you this!" And she just kept going. What I love most about her comedy is that it's all current. She doesn't have a shtick that she carries around with her for years. She pulls stuff that happened within the last week and makes it all funny. I'm sad that her D-List show on Bravo is over already, but last night will stick with me for a long time. I can't stand it.
Thank God it's Friday is all I'm saying now. My roommate is leaving today to go to the Gay Games in Chicago. He won't be back until August. What the hell am I going to do with myself in an empty apartment in the Castro for almost two weeks?
