Vibrant.(Still) Unrepentant. Badass. Old. Queer

Well, except for the "All Nude" part, here's a rundown of my birthday weekend ... Friday night, I met the kittens at Jaleo for dinner. I got there about 6:30 for a pre-dinner martini. YUM. Robert, Tomoko, and Mike got there around 7. The weather was crap - sleet, rain, snow - but I was newly reblonded, so I didn't really care. Darryl didn't show up until after we had paid and were heading out. That's a long story that I may save for another day. Then, we wandered up to Mike's house for yummy pistachio pink cake and bellini's. Mmmm ... Here's a picture of the walk: Here's another picture of the super delicious cake [This is the "homemaker Vuboq" pose]: Saturday morning [My BIRTHDAY!], I got up at 5:45AM, still a little drunk, showered, threw a few more things into the suitcase, and caught the 6:37 bus to Silver Spring station. I got to the airport in plenty of time. The flight was uneventful; I was over hung. The wonderful cousin, Suza...

The snow looked glassy on the walk home. I hesitantly put one blue-booted foot on it. It was slick, smooth. I walked the rest of the way home on the plowed sludge, frozen, uneven, but easier to walk on. As I passed the middle school athletic field, I was suddenly smacked across the gob with an idea: I should try to ice skate on the track! I did. It was a brief moment of silliness. It made me laugh. I ran and then tried to slide as far as I could. Of course, only after I stopped did I think, "Hm. If I had fallen, my brittle nearly-37-year-old bones would have shattered ." While I was skating around the track, I missed a call from pab. Once home, and settled, I called him back. "What are you doing," he asked. "I'm sorting laundry, hunting for quarters, and making a manhattan." [As you know, I've been craving those lately ... mmm ... bourbony goodness] "A manhattan? What's in those? Can you make them without alcohol?" "Sure," I...