Seeing Red (Shirts)

So, when I asked for a time warp, it was supposed to add time, not make it disappear. My internal what-day-is-it clock is way off, exacerbated by working Memorial Day, Tuesday and Wednesday, then taking off Thursday-Monday, and having twice-weekly downtown Chorus events for two weeks running. I've been out-posted by both Mountain Cabin and The Daily Dewayne on the GayDays-reporting front, and a general lack of brain power (and work demands) are still preventing me from doing a decent job at it. (Note to self: so glad I didn't pick a blog name with "daily" in the title.)

I will say I agree with Dewayne's takes on "oh, the 'manity," and a dislike of the Thursday night dancefloor bananas -- b-a-n-a-n-a-s moment. It was almost as bad as when, from within a floorfull of gay men, someone started the "whoop-whoop" we usually attribute to drunken straight men.

By the way, I refuse to believe that the lack of brain power this week is in any way related to the consumption of adult beverages in the 82 hours between midafternoon Thursday and nighttime Sunday:

2 Key Lime Pie shots
3 Green Apple Bacardis
5 Long Beaches (doubles)
1 Smirnoff Ice
1.5 Bacardi O (shared one with Dan)
4 Rum-and-cokes
1 Cherry Freeze Pop (also a double)
1 small taste of an indeterminate Icelandic liquor

OK, maybe I did lose a couple of brain cells in there somewhere...