My weekend

I made my birthday stretch this year. I just got back to SF before my actual birthday so I had my party last night instead of on the actual day. All week long people were wishing me happy birthday. Some even accused me of being a Scorpio. Luckily I don’t care about such things.

I actually went to gwenzilla’s West Bay Chad b-day party on Friday night at Zeitgeist. I drank much more than intended because I didn’t know anyone but Gwen at first. I don’t wanna speak for G, but I was reveling in my oldness and crankiness in the face of so much youth. I was questioned by a new acquaintance rather graphically about my Queer Open Mic button and its relation to my sexuality.

Which is kinda funny because when I was driving up to Portland a couple of weeks ago I was wearing it, as per usual, next to my "Cheese Pride" button. I stopped by to visit a certain cheesemaker who happens to be a known dairy fairy. He said, "Oh I love your Cheese Pride buttons" then leaned in to read the other one. He paused a second, then said, "So are you going to Portland for the Gay/Lesbian Film Festival?"

Last night at my Birthday/Welcome dairryiere party (thanks again anarqueso!) our lovely Skinny Sublettor tried to have a horror movie fest in his room but it didn’t really take. It was a smallish party, but very fun especially when Skinny Sublettor started DJing. I haven’t seen so many people dance to "Me So Horny" in…. well, forever. Skinny, being a little younger than most of us there, didn’t realize that putting on JJ Fad would be greeted so enthusiastically by people who knew all the words. That’s not retro for us, that’s nostalgia.

A highlight, which I will post pictures of soon, was when freakstorm presented me with a 2.5 lb. block of processed American cheese food. Now, unfortunately, often people give me Cheeze Wiz as a gag gift. Freakstorm however, then carved it into a sculpture of a busty woman and some other party guests gave her eyes and nipples out of pins. Her head fell off in the fridge overnight, but I repaired her with some toothpicks. Hopefully we will use her as a display at the cheese counter.

I hope Miserable New Wave Girl* is happy with her new name. She came still partly dressed fancy from a costume party and toting champagne. When I introduced her to people and told them we went to high school together and got back in touch, many exclaimed, "Oh, you’re the miserable new wave girl!". Sorry, MNWG.

The only downside came when some friend of a co-worker who evidently got loaded at The Roller Derby match in Oakland threw up all over the couch and probably herself. Dude, we’re not 16 anymore. Suggestions for getting the vomit smell out of fabric that can’t be thrown in a washer?**

Our part winded down at about 2:30 but our neighbors’ party was still going strong. Skinny Sublettor decided to go over and bum cigarettes. The houses have entrances on different streets so their back porch is right under the windows of our bathroom and middle rooms. Their horrible party conversations have haunted us for years and we can hear every word said back there. When he arrived he yelled up to us, ‘Hi Gordon!" "Hi Dairryiere!" We waved from our windows. We couldn’t help listening, we almost put our boots back on to come to a rescue when we heard Skinny ask, in response to a het dude bragging about some sex act, "Oh, did you purchase that?"

Another guy was sarcastically saying he wanted to go to a "Cuddle Party".*** Skinny put down his beer and said, "Do you want a hug?" while embracing him. There was no mooing. There was some uncomfortable silence, but it passed.

Sincere thanks to everyone who came and everyone who wished me a happy birthday.**** It was a wonderful party and a great week.



*You may remember her from such posts as "High school reunion" and "High school reunion part two"
**Vinegar, soap, water, and sunlight has taken care of most of the problem.
***Again with the cuddle parties?
****Except, of course, for the puker.