gay shame

Yuval was in town from DC so we decided to hit the big ol' gay parade down 5th Avenue. Here's just a few pics from the day...


and this lady had the prettiest thing goin' on...while this one was clearly tired. Hell, I would be too if I would've walked 50+ blocks in high heels...

arkansas y'all

We had the best time in Arkansas...here's a lil' rundown on the big trip. (abbreviated, cuz' i'm ass-tired) We flew into this beautiful thunderstorm over Little Rock that totally looked like it was going to bring the plane down. Luckily, Chrissy-poo and I knew just what to do. (take note of the lil' mess someone made on the corner of the guide) Right after landing we drove the long-haul up to Fayetteville, only to realize that our room was completely out of commish for the evening. I guess some sort of power outage happened earlier on in the evening, and the nice (northern) german lady booked us at an alternative hotel, gratis.

The following day, Chrissy-poo took me to have some brunch at Uncle Gaylord's, then on a tour of her ol' college, where we searched in vain to find her name etched into the sidewalk. She looked down at one point and noticed her name, while I noticed the name above her's--Bong. Smart sidewalk, very smart. After that, we ended up behind some housing projects at this huge Confederate Cemetery where many of the headstones were hidden in a forest, long overgrown for many years. And no, I didn't go spray painting any of the headstones, even though I was semi-freaked about being in that space. After our adventure in the cemetery, we headed over to this Hippie Castle Sculpture that's located on top of a spring in this cute lil' park, and ended up taking 1,000,001 photos of all the faces and items carved into the structure.

Thursday, we got our {*}s on the road and headed over to Eureka Springs, which happens to be this peaceful mix of Hippies, Queers, Biblebeaters, and Bikers--no kiddin'. We started out at St. Elizabeth of Hungary's Church, which can only be accessed by entering through the steeple, and putzed around inside the church just waiting for the place to burn down. Luckily, Chrissy-poo was on her best behaviour and didn't make Mary cry. We made it out of the church in one piece and headed down the mountain to the Frog Museum....ah, I could shoot myself for not taking any photos in this crazy lil' museum. The couple at the museum have a collection of Frog items numbering something close to 7000--at least I think that's what the Harley ridin' grandmother curator said.

After a day of walking around downtown, we decided to finally make the trip up to the gates of Heaven...I mean, Christ of the Ozarks... that is, the seven story Christ of the Ozarks. I begged Chrissy-poo not to keep me from Jesus, and she sure pulled through. He looked glorious in the beautiful moonlight (and harsh spotlights) and stood proudly (like Frankenstein) over Eureka Springs. We were told by a local that his neck had to be cut in order to keep him from having a huge red light on his head, to keep planes from ramming into him. Personally, I think they should've kept his neck the original height and made a beautiful crown of thorns, each flashing red in random and choreographed patterns. We ended our evening out at a bar and were treated to the most spectacular scene of bikers and dykes slow dancing to Lionel Ritchie's, Easy Like Sunday Mornin'...whoa.

On Friday, we ventured out to Beaver Lake and Beaver Dam to catch a glimpse of this really cool concrete park Dinosaur World, which ended up being closed that day. As luck would have it, we ran into one of Chrissy-poo's relatives who wouldn't stop screaming at us to "Git offa his property!". The clan calmed down and I convinced them to let us take some pics of a live hatching that was happening right in front of our very eyes. After the birthing, we trekked over to Thorncrown Chapel (a really cool, glass church tucked away in a forested valley) and then to Pivot Rock, where we witnessed a family of armadillos munching on lil' worms. We were less than a few feet away from these critters, and they wouldn't even budge.

Later that day, Mom & Dad drove down from Kansas to meet up with us, and I couldn't have been happier. We all had lunch at Catfish Cafe (I was the first customer in 20 years to order a grilled cheese) then Chrissy-poo and I decided to treat ourselves to a lovely Revitalizer therapy session at this place. After being pampered at the massage place, my crazy parents had us back at Beaver Lake & Dam that afternoon, and Christ of the Ozarks, and the biker/dyke bar for round of Beaver shots later that evening. We all cozied up in our Route 66-esque cabin for a night of operatic snoring.

The next morning, we bid adieu to my parents and made our way down to Murfreesboro and then Hot Springs for the big ol' Reunion. What a trip that reunion was...I chatted it up with this lady and her trucker husband, and was probably the only person there that wasn't a spouse of one of the alumni. We hit a lovely Perkins that evening and ended up flirting with this hot teenage busboy that was living in a Christian group home--hot. He even said "Git 'er dun!" for me, which made me get goosebumps.

Sunday, we treated ourselves to a big breakfast at the Arlington Hotel (it looks like something right out of the 20's or 30's, with a touch of the 60's) and then drove around Hot Springs Mountain and West Mountain to see where all the good neckin' had been done years ago. Tiny Town, Trains Across America was our next adventure, with a mini-tour given by this guy who's father had assembled the entire miniature train city out of recycled junk. Hell, even Jeebus was up in there. After our adventure around the (selective) United States, we headed over to a gator farm and I fell head over heels with one of the caretakers. I got all tongue tied when I interviewed him about his job at the farm--he was so hot, toying with his cigarette between two of his calloused fingers.

Phew, we hopped on that plane and got our {*}s back to NYC...I really hope I get to back y'all.....