Bad Drivers

I know there are bad drivers all over the country but it seems like they all drive around the DC area. Being off in the summertime I am able to run errands during the day when most people are at work. I have it figured out that between the hours of 10:00 AM and 2:00 PM the roads are the most clear. Today I was out running errands (Giant had low carb items on sale) and sure enough I get behind some asshole from Maryland (no offense to the Marylanders). For as long as I can remember, Virginians think Marylanders are the worst drivers and at the same time Marylanders think Virginians are the worst drivers. Both states have bad drivers, I know. But this guy (yes, a white guy, not all bad drivers are older asian woman) in front of me was the worst. He was sitting at the light in front of me reading the newspaper when the light turned green. I hesitated because I knew he'd notice the light change and get moving. I swear at least 30 seconds (which is a LONG time when you are sitting at a light) passed. He didn't move! I gave a light tap on the horn. He jumped, realized the light had changed, put his paper down, and got moving. I wasn't too pissed because at the next light I'd be turning left and I'd be home. So as we approach the next light I got into the turn lane and passed him in the traveling lane. As I drove by him he was shouting out his window at me. Hello?! I wasn't the one reading a newspaper at the light, asshole! I ignored him but as he drove on by I could see his hand out his window flipping me the bird. Man, I hate assholes like that. He was the one being a bad driver and he's flipping me off? What an asshole. I hope he got rear-ended at the next light he stopped at to read the paper.

And don't even get me started on people who talk on their cell phones while driving. I'll only say one thing: Phone to ear; foot off accelerator.

1000 Words Entry

Beyond

Being from the east coast and living in a major metropolitan area, I often forget what lies beyond. In the summer of 2002 a road trip reminded me of what else is out there. I drove to the midwest to visit relatives that I hadn't seen in several years. Most of them live on and work on farms. Life in the midwest is slower, simpler, and quieter. The people there aren't attached to their cell phones, palm pilots or lap tops. Most of them don't even have these items. And an internet connection is rare where my relatives live. Wireless connections were unheard of. During the few days I was in the midwest, I learned to slow down and take it easy. I learned that nothing is so important that it had to be completed or e-mailed or faxed that minute. It would get done eventually. Don't get me wrong though, the people in the midwest are very hard working people. But their work is more physical then mental. They have deadlines to meet, projects to complete, and people to meet with. Of course their tasks revolve around the farm. The cows need to be milked, the hay needs to be cut and baled, and the like. Their lives just don't seem to be so rushed. They don't seem to always be in a hurry like the people on the east coast. While there I learned to take time to appreciate the surroundings, see the beautiful landscapes and just enjoy the time. Spending time with my relatives allowed me to get to know them better and understand their lifestyle. I'm planning another trip to the midwest again this summer. I plan on taking my time to enjoy what there is to see and I plan on spending quality time with the people I plan to visit. I also plan to take hundreds of photos.

People

You can please some of the people some of the time but you can’t please all of the people all of the time. -unknown

so……please yourself first…oh, yea, oh, oh, that feels good, oh, oh, yes!

And on that note, there is a new poll in the sidebar. Vote! The results from the previous poll are as follows:

Looks like vanilla wins but only by one. I’d like to know what fetishes and kink these guys are into. I just don’t get fetishes or kink or even leather for that matter. And what about the “other”? What could possibly fall into that category? Is your sex life so boring that you have to spice it up with stuff like that or what? I think two naked, hard men should be enough. Who needs all the other stuff? Different strokes for different folks. Everyone likes something different obviously.

Odds and Ends

Palochi and Zeitzeuge have started a Tribe on Tribe.net for Gay Bloggers. If you are a gay blogger or even a friend of a gay blogger you are welcome to join. I joined and found it’s a great place to find new blogs to read (like I have enough time now to read the 53 on my bookmarks list) as well as check out what these crazy people are up to. There’s a message section where you can post messages and people can reply. It’s very cool. There are several threads already going and they are hilarious. There’s also sections to add “friends” to your personal network. If you join (it’s free!) feel free to invite me to be one of your “friends”. I think this would be a great place to organize possible blogger events. They’ve had blogger events in New York and LA (I believe) but we haven’t had one here in D.C. yet. I think we need to get the D.C. gay bloggers together at an event of some kind. So if you are a blogger or a blog lover, check it out.

Today I got together with my good friend David. He is in the market for hard wood floors, new carpet, and tile in his kitchen. We went to several flooring stores, the Expo Design Center, Home Depot, and a few others. I think he decided on a floor but the tile and carpet will take some more research. While we were out shopping we stopped and had lunch at Sweet Water Tavern. They brew their own root beer once a week. David and I both had the root beer to drink. It reminded us of those little candy root beer barrels we used to have as kids. The flavor was exactly the same. Drinking the root beer and talking about the candy root beer barrels reminded David of my post about memories.

He came over last night for dinner and some TV watching. We had pasta and couple of glasses of wine. We watched Ken Jennings win again on his final appearance this season on Jeopardy. After Jeopardy I taught him how to play Backgammon. He was a very fast learner. He won 2 out of the 5 games we played. I was impressed. Then we watched What Not To Wear on TLC. The show had a straight rugby friend of Jimbo’s on to change his wardrobe before his wedding. It was fun.

No plans for this evening so I’m just going to catch up on the blogs I read and watch some TV. Maybe I’ll even get to bed early and read. I’m having a tough time getting into the book I’m reading now. The story is all over the place with lots of characters. I don’t want to throw in the towel yet but there comes a point where you have to just admit you’re not going to enjoy a book and move on to another. I’m not there yet.

I Hate It When

Don't you hate it when. . .

-you go to work in the morning and it's sunny and nice and you come home at the end of the day and it's pouring down rain and you did not bring your umbrella?

-you sit in a meeting for 40 minutes then go to the bathroom, look in the mirror and realize you've had a boog hangin in your nose the whole time?

-you get all comfy on your couch to watch your favorite show and your best friend calls and you miss half the show talking to him?

-what you think is a fart turns out to be a Hershey squirt?

-you leave popcorn in the microwave too long and it burns?

-the mood is right, the porn is hot, the lube is wet, you jerk and jerk and jerk and you just can't cum?

-there is nothing on TV to watch even though you have over 300 channels?

-you've read 47 pages of a 208 page novel and you have no idea what the story is about?

-you get a pubic hair at the back of your throat and you feel it for hours after sex?

I hate when that happens.