Ponderings and Musings

I know I am now in eldergay territory. Back in my day I spent many hours DJing at various bars and events, but one thing I never encountered was a “foam party” at a bar.

Jamie went to a foam party a few weeks ago and came home quite wet. Earl and I are in Phoenix for a quick getaway weekend and we went to one of the local bars last night. They had a foam party. Earl knew this ahead of time and brought an extra pair of shorts and a shirt for the occasion. I held his little bag holding these items while he played around in the foam.

Being the odd one, not only did I think of the scene shown above from “Bewitched”, I kept saying to Earl, “you’re soaking in it”. Knowing me like he does, he immediately got it and it smiled.

There were several men dancing around in the foam and they seemed to be having a good time. It’s not really my jam to do that sort of thing in public but I was happy to see so many folks having fun.

I was recently asked about my “coming out story”. The person posing the question was taken aback when I replied, “I’ve always known. Since I was in elementary school. It was never, ever a question for me. Being gay was the least of my worries. I was most concerned with fitting in with others. I think differently than most. It’s OK, I’m just different”.

I lucked out. My parents were awesome. My sister is awesome. I will always be the protective big brother and I love her to pieces. My relatives on both sides of the family never made me feel bad for being myself. My cousins just got me. My husband is forever. He is my biggest cheerleader and I hope everyone can find their forever love like that which I’ve found in Earl.

My life has been completely and thoroughly charmed. I’m living my life honestly, completely, and more enjoyably than I ever imagined. It’s all honesty and luck. What you see is what you get.

Life is awesome altogether.

I’m not a fan of most current music. However, as a former club and radio DJ from back in the day, once in a while something grabs my ear and musical sensibilities.

I recently discovered “Free Yourself” by Jessie Ware. Be still my middle aged gay heart.

One of my traditions during my storm chasing trips is to taste regional variations of chili. It’s not great for the gut but it can be an oh-so-delicious experience.

Last night, Earl and I met up with our friend Marshall and went to one of our favorite restaurants on this side of Tucson. On the menu they have “Cowboy Chili”. It has a bit of kick and is served with the Fritos and other stuff garnishes shown here.

I have been known to dump chili into a bag of Fritos and go at it with a spoon. This more refined approach is probably better for when I’m out in public.

I’ve never been a huge “Wheel of Fortune” fan, but I do hearken back to the days when Chuck Woolery and Susan Stafford shared the stage, the winning contestants bought items on a shopping spree, and the remaining balance was either used “on account” or on toward a gift certificate.

Here’s an episode of the original “Wheel of Fortune” from 1980. Many of the episodes were taped over when they reused the video tapes; yay for the rich people that had VCRs back in 1980.

A couple of years ago we had a contracting company build what we can the “amphitheater” in our back yard. This area is about 10 feet below ground level and overlooks the wash that crosses our property in the back. The space has been quite enjoyable, though dusty because we had them install hard packed dirt and sand as the “floor”.

We decided to finish the space off and this week the contractors completed the work. The amphitheater now features paver stones in desert colors, making the area even more enjoyable.

Earl now has a relatively secluded place to relax on a beautiful day in the desert.