Jet woke me up at 9 am this morning. Not sure what he wanted besides attention. After I got up and made some coffee and set to checking e-mail and browsing porn sites he seemed satisfied and sacked out on the bed per usual. This would be fine except I didn't get to bed until 4 am and we have two events back to back tonight with less than 1/2 hour between them. It's a logistic nightmare. I will be sleep deprived and crabby.
On the plus side, I got a good jump on the day. I decided over the holiday weekend that I would make a point to use my free time a little better. I've been complaining that I have no time to make any Gay-A meetings, despite the fact that in this city, there's almost always a meeting somewhere. The truth is I'm a creature of habit, and I've fallen into a routine that didn't allow time for meetings. I'm feeling that I won't be one of those people that needs a meeting a day to stay sober, but I certainly see the value in maintenance, and I always come away from a meeting with a renewed sense of resolve. It's a great reminder for me of where I've come from, and what I'll be going back to if I start down that road again.
Also, while I am decidedly not a "Silver Daddy" I have become a Paunchy Uncle during the last year. I've been joking with people about being pregnant with twins, and taken to calling them Ben & Jerry. And while my new found obsession with ice cream is partly to blame, it's also true that I haven't been able to put together anything remotely resembling a workout routine. I knew the jig was up when people began to affectionately pat my belly. I laughed, but inside I wept like a sad, fat clown. OK not really, but I was a tad mortified. It's been decades since I had a belly to pat. Aside from the ice cream, my diet is actually fine. I've managed to stop it on the french fries, I quit munching on the warm bread, and I limit myself to a single slice of corn bread when I get a little hungry during a shift. Mostly I need to get my saggy white ass to the gym and on some cardio machines. Problem solved.
During the Labor Day Family Invasion we took some time to visit with my cousin and his wife, who live here in the city. I hardly ever see them unless someone comes to town. My cousin is only a year younger than me. He married late and then they took forever to have kids. I assumed they never would. Not only did they finally get around to it, they doubled up. Twins. A boy and a girl. While I'm not discounting my own potential fatherhood, I sometimes can't imagine raising children in this city. Let alone being well into your 40's with twin babies! My cousin looked happy, beat up and decidedly more "Silver Daddy" than the last time I saw him. If having kids ages you I may have to re- re- think this idea again. But the kids are pretty damn precious. Here's a nice shot of the boy. More to follow.
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And in other news ... -via 365Gay.com
New York City police officers raided Mr. Black a popular East Village gay club on the weekend, arresting 32 people.
Seventeen employees and 15 customers were charged with the sale, use and possession of drugs.
A police spokesperson said the raid followed an undercover operation which found widespread drug dealing and use at the basement dance club. The spokesperson said the drug use was going on in full view.
Police seized 60 bags and vials of cocaine and a quantity of ecstasy pills
Following this weekend's raid NYPD said it is unlikely the club will reopen under the current owners and that the liquor license will likely be pulled.
Not that I take any smug satisfaction at other's misfortune. Not at all ... *snicker*
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