Showing posts with label Vahona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vahona. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Madison Madness

Saturday, I took a little road trip with my friends Anthony and Vahona. We traveled up to Madison Wisconsin to visit our friend Jane Wiedlin as she performed with her band Lady Robotica. They were taking part in a benefit for the Dane County Humane Society. It was billed as "Dogtoberfest," and guests were invited to bring their dogs to hang out and participate in contests and games.

For the ride, we had drinks and snacks and good music. We get together and laugh our butts off, it was much needed time together which doesn't happen all that often. We all met at my house and hit the road, accompanied by Vahona's GPS, which spoke to us in multiple languages. During our drive, we found rain, and then snow but once we got past it, the day was cold but beautiful.

We enjoyed seeing the dogs, many of whom were dressed in coats and costumes. But we were all happier to see Jane. She arrived and came right over. We chatted for a little while before she had to set up for her show.

Afterwards we visited a while longer. She signed autographs and took pictures with people, then when it came to us, we took all sorts of pictures together. She was really happy to see us and thanked us for making the trip. It was definitely worth the drive.

Dog in a fancy red coat.
Little bulldog.
Jim and Jane - Yes, the picture is crooked, thanks to the yellow-toothed woman who told us she was a "professional photographer." Oh I get it, crooked = artsy.

Jane and Vahona. Jane decided she would make funny faces in her pictures with Vahona. When Jane wants to make funny faces, you let her.

Three geeky fans and the object of their affection. Yes, the "artsy" photographer took this photo, too.
(photo courtesy of Anthony. He actually let the "professional" hold his camera. )

Monday, June 15, 2009

My Mirror

File Under: Reflection

Recently I received an odd email that included the question “when you look in the mirror, do you like what you see?” I didn’t directly reply to the email but since the composer was commenting on things that were read in my blog, I guess this is a reply of some sorts. Perhaps it will be seen, maybe not. I was going to leave it alone but even weeks after the email, friends are still talking about how bizarre it was. This could go on for a bit, go get yourself a drink, or scroll on to the next post.

Alright, let’s start with the physical analysis. I’m 5’9” tall. I weigh 158 pounds. I was 165 back in December but imagine that, I lost weight over the holidays and I’ve kept it off. Yay me! More on that in a bit. I’ve got thinning hair. I’m okay with that. I know, if I had hair it would be great hair but I don’t and what I have is fine. When I let it get long, it stands straight up and it looks Muppet-like. I have green eyes. Sometimes I wear glasses because my vision sucks. I have to wear some sort of prescription lenses in order to not walk into walls. I’m not legal to drive without glasses or contact lenses. I have a mole on my left cheek. Every so often a hair grows out of it and I need to pluck it. It’s hard to shave a mole. Aside from the occasional hair, I like my mole. It makes me unique. I’ve got good teeth. My upper teeth are nice and straight my lower teeth are crooked but they don’t look too bad.

I’m of average weight for my body size. I look pretty good at this weight. I work out regularly, my upper arms are defined, and my chest looks okay. I don’t have great pecs, but at 42, I don’t have man boobs, either. I’ve got a tummy, it’s a family trait, my dad had one too. I do ab crunches and sit-ups at the gym but it will never be gone. I guess I just do what I can to keep it at a minimum.

(This part gets a bit personal but I’m going for full disclosure here so skip this next paragraph if you’re sensitive)

I’ve got a decent penis. What I lack in length, I make up for in girth. If I had another inch I’d be really happy but I don’t and that’s alright. What I have works just fine and received generally favorable reviews of it. I’ve got a nice ass. This I know. It’s round and not flabby. It’s not as great as Dan’s but It looks damn good in a pair of jeans. Again, given the fact that I’m 42 and my ass isn’t sagging, I’m rather proud of it.

Not sure what to say about my legs. I suppose they look good. My feet on the other hand are ugly. I do not have pretty feet. I’ve broken my little toes on both feet so many times they kind of fold under the 4th toe. My big toes bend inward and my right big toe is calloused. Having said that, my left foot was pretty enough to garner some attention at the gym a while back. While the whole foot thing isn’t my cup of tea, who am I to deprive someone else their pleasure.

Okay, I don’t have a special mirror that allows me to look inside, this is just my observation of what’s going on inside.

I’m a good person. I am responsible; I work in a profession where people depend upon me to receive a paycheck that is on time and correct. Further, some depend on me to perform my tasks on a timely basis so they can begin working. I’m the face they see after they’ve been offered a job; I’m the face they see when they are learning about their benefits.

When I’m not at work, I’ve got family responsibilities. My elderly mother lives with me. She’s mainly self-sufficient; I just make sure that she does things like take her pills, check her blood sugar and eat when she’s supposed to. In doing so, I have given up the freedom a 42 year old single gay man might have. For now, it’s the way things have to be. (Improper English, ending a sentence with a preposition).

I balance things out with the most amazing group of friends a guy could want. My best friend Dan is my defender, my confidant and my rock. My partner in crime and the person with whom I share a brain is Vahona. To this day we can get together and finish each other’s sentences. She and I get together and just laugh until it hurts. Steve is another friend with whom I share a brain. We meet for happy hour martinis and just laugh at the most insane stuff. What’s funny is that Steve and Dan are friends from way back, before I knew either of them. When we’re all out, Steve and I will go off on some tangent, resulting in a great deal of laughter, Dan will look at us and just shake his head.

The list of friends goes on and on, from Lynn, with whom I’ve known since our first day of Kindergarten, to my pal Patrick, who, when we’re imbibing in adult beverages, is the “Patsy” to my “Edina.” I have great coworkers who I consider to be great friends. We go out and have lots of fun, but when we’re at work its all business.

And, imagine this. As an angst-ridden 14 year old, I found comfort in the music of The Go-Go’s. They broke up, the reunited, they broke up again, and reunited again…the story goes on and on. 28 years later, they’re still around, somewhat. I somehow managed to become somewhat familiar with the band and consider Jane to be a friend of mine. In my book, that’s pretty damn cool. :)

Even with all those friends, I can go out by myself and still have a good time. I’ll strike up a conversation with anybody when I’m out, and I find entertainment in just watching the crowd. Sure, I’d prefer to be out with friends but rather than sit home, I will go out and perhaps make a new friend.

Are there things I don’t like? Sure. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I fall fast and hard when I meet people, even when I try to hold back. I am generous to a fault, sometimes when it means having to give up something for me. I’m also kind of messy. Not dirty, I’m just not good about managing clutter. I have a bit of a short fuse; I get easily frustrated with people. Not all people, just the stupid ones. As a result, I swear a lot.

But, going back to paragraph one and answering the question “when you look in the mirror, do you like what you see?” Let’s see… I’m 42 years old and I’m a reasonable attractive guy with a decent body. I’ve got flaws but I can identify them. I don’t stress over them. I’ve got a big heart, a fun loving personality. I love to laugh, and I’ve got a diverse collection of friends who enjoy spending time with me. Rock stars know my name and hug me when they see me. So yes, I like what I see. As a matter of fact, I LOVE what I see. I fucking ROCK!

Any further questions?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Once There Was This Band

File Under: Musical Roots

First of all, I'll warn you that this post is freakishly long, but it's the story of a band that Heatherton and I were once in. This was originally our publicity bio but became our Rolling Stone article and interview. We were supposed to be on the cover, but New Kids on the Block won the honor. Anyway, hopefully you'll find this somewhat entertaining and you'll wish you had seen us in our prime.

(yes, this is fiction...but it could have happened...)

So who is Chastity’s Bitch?

“Who aren’t we,” is how lead singer H-Bomb answered that question. “We’re family and friends and lovers and fighters. This was our destiny.”

H-Bomb and brother Jim met in July 1995 while visiting a timeshare in Butte, MT. “It was fucking horrible” said Jim, who is shaking his head in disgust. “I can’t believe they tried to sell us that crap. The carpeting in the living room was astroturf!” H-Bomb laughs and punches her brother in the arm. Yes, they are brother and sister. Twins, no less. And they didn’t know it at the time. “Fate brought us together” they both say at once. “No, it was my toxic farts” shouts Doug from across the room. The entire group laughs.

It seems that the 60’s were a very busy time for Jim and H-Bomb’s parents. “Nobody believes us when we tell them that we are the children of Martha Stewart and Elvis Presley!” said H-Bomb. The only way they can explain it is to go back to their east coast roots. Martha, caught the eye of Elvis during his ’68 tour and let him show her “little Elvis.” Embarrassed that she had become pregnant, she built her craft and catering empire as an elaborate disguise to hide her ever-growing stomach. She baked grand cakes and pies to distract people, and she hid behind cleverly placed flower arrangements. Martha gave birth, put the babies up for adoption, and discovered that she had a knack for “good things.” H-Bomb ended up the child of circus clowns and traveled from city to city with her parents. “It was fun, driving around in that little car. We had the coolest pets, and the bearded lady made the best cookies you ever tasted.” Eventually her family settled in southern California. H-Bomb became interested in music and dance and took the leading role in “Barbarella – The Musical” in Junior High.

Brother Jim had been thrown out of three orphanages by the time he was 10 months old. “They couldn’t keep up with me. I kept climbing out of my crib in search of the TV room. I couldn’t get enough of “Love American Style” and they didn’t approve of it at St. Eleanore’s Orphanage, so out I went. I was also caught smoking, and allegedly, they said I was making threatening hand gestures at the other babies.” As luck would have it, a family from Chicago adopted Jim and he grew up perfectly content, but knowing that show business was in his future.

Flash forward to July 1995. “The day that Jim and I met, I just knew that we had a lot in common.” The soft spoken Miss V chimes in “Just look at their chipped teeth.” Both H-Bomb and Jim flash a toothy smile, revealing a rather distinct chip in one bottom tooth. After the timeshare sales pitch, the two got to talking. They ended up having dinner at Bob’s Big Boy, and they started to compare their past. By the time the Jello was served, they knew they were related. Both carried with them an item that had been given to them by their adopted parents on their 13th birthday. At the same time they reached into their pocket and produced a # 8 pastry tip.

Both had to return home but kept in touch, sometimes talking three times in one day. H-Bomb was working on some songs that were inspired by the aging cast of Beverly Hills 90210 and late night infomercials.

“The songs that she was writing, well they were just so warped and beautiful, and just needed to be heard. We had fun tossing things back and forth but we needed someone to collaborate with us. Then one night I was at this cabaret show at the Romaine Room in Chicago and there was this woman playing her clarinet. The crowd was captivated. I was too and had to meet this person.” That person was Vahona. She and Jim talked for three hours and at the end, felt like life-long friends. “He’s got such a demented side, but he makes you think he’s really nice. I think he is, and he’s really caring, but hell, I don’t ever want to be on his bad side.”

Vahona’s a free spirit. It’s evident in her eyes. “I just knew when I met her, there was more to her than this lounge act.” “Yeah, a crappy day job” she replies.

This free spirit attitude comes from her unusual upbringing. Raised by a family of petty thieves, V learned at an early age the fine art of the five-finger discount, but managed to endear herself to people instantly. “For my 10th birthday, my family went on a trip to Los Angeles. We stayed in this dive hotel off of Sunset Boulevard. Mom and Dad went up to the Hollywood hills to fool around under the “Hollywood” sign, while I stayed in the area. I snuck onto a bus with these five women with all these musical instruments. One of them had the coolest purse, so I took it. Damn thing had only 14 cents and some cheap rubbers in it. A couple of the women saw me and began talking to me, inviting me to their rehearsal. Boy did they stink. But they were having fun. Later that evening, they asked me if I would help them carry their gear. They were performing at a club, so I hung out to watch. After their set, the bass player walks up to the mic and screamed “who stole my purse?” She was so pissed. I just laughed because I knew well that it wasn’t worth all the yelling she was doing. Over the 10 day period I followed them around, I got 8 purses out of that one. It wasn’t for the money, really. I think I cleared about $1.63 in total, but there were all these really pretty pills.”

Vahona had a friend named DeDe, whom she met a couple years earlier at an “Up With People” retreat in Topeka Kansas. “Work sent a bunch of us as one of those team building events, but while everyone was scaling mountains, catching each other, and playing Kumbaya by the campfire, I was smoking and writing letters to Simon LeBon. DeDe found me and I thought she was going to turn me in. Instead she sat down, we talked and found out that we had a lot in common.” DeDe adds “Yeah, Marie Osmond.” Well as it turns out, DeDe was the area president of the Marie Osmond Fan Club, and Vahona was Marie Osmond for Halloween when she was 7 years old. “We still laugh about that,” says DeDe.

DeDe got a call from Vahona soon after Vahona met Jim because she knew that DeDe wrote music with a partner, but as luck would have it, they had no lyrics. “Doug and I would write and write and write, but it was just music. Great melodies, really kick-ass tunes, but no words.” DeDe and Doug met at a Salt-n-Pepa concert. DeDe’s roots take her back to San Jose, CA where she grew up in a strictly Amish family. “It was rough, because all my friends were listening to records and got to wear cool clothes. I, on the other hand, had to wear clothes made by my mom and aunts, and for fun I got to help churn butter. Yes, it was difficult. People would honk at our horse and buggy when Father dropped my twin brothers Jebbadiah and Ezekiel and me off at school. When I was 15, my life was transformed by the Bay City Rollers and Shaun Cassidy. I spent 3 months mowing lawns and doing chores for neighbors across town and managed to raise enough money to buy clothes, get my hair cut and declare my independence. It turns out I didn’t have to do much because Dad ran off with the woman who demonstrated appliances at the local department store, and out of rage, Mom began smoking pot and wearing mini skirts.” Doug laughs while DeDe tells her story. “That always makes me laugh so hard I nearly piss my pants!” DeDe reminds him that his past is just as funny.

Doug was adopted by cold, heartless millionaires, and 10 months out of the year he was raised by a nanny named Hattie. At the age of 5, he was sent to boarding school, where he was made to wear itchy school uniforms. His first couple years of schooling were tumultuous, and he ended up being asked not to return at the end of the season. Hattie home schooled Doug and took him to her church every Sunday. Doug was the only white person at an all black Baptist church. “I just loved the singing and dancing. The Preacher let me lead the sermon once a month and I became very popular. I knew I needed to be on stage.” Years later, after Hattie died he became the sole heir of her fortunes. Her family fought Doug for the inheritance and it went to court. Eventually he won but seeing how money created greed, he donated all of his money to inner city schools and set up music scholarships for children. One of those kids was Raven Symone from The Cosby Show. She was very excited to attend a Salt-N-Pepa concert and Doug agreed to take her. DeDe says “So I’m sitting in my seat and I see this tall white guy walk in with this little black girl. She looked familiar but I wasn’t sure from where I knew her. They were both dancing and singing along. I offered Doug some Raisinettes and we began to talk. We just clicked and we’ve been friends ever since.”

Flash forward to October 1995 when Jim, Vahona, Doug, and DeDe traveled to southern California to visit Heatherton. Vahona and Heatherton hit it off immediately, both noting their love for Corn Nuts and old Barbara Walters interviews. Within a matter of minutes, they penned the song “If You Were A Tree.” Doug and Jim sat around critiquing porn and DeDe took apart Heatherton’s toaster. “That’s right, bitch, you broke my toaster.” DeDe replied “The piece of crap was already broken, I couldn’t get an evenly browned piece of toast out of it!” Everyone laughs. Later, while drinking screwdrivers and watching episodes of “The Sonny and Cher Show,” Heatherton mentions that she once roller skated with Chastity Bono. Doug was amazed by that and told Heatherton that had she remained friends with her, she could have been Chastity’s bitch. DeDe and Vahona both decided that we should all be in a band together and our name should be “Chastity’s Bitch.” Everybody decided that it was the perfect band name and the band was born.

Where on earth do you come up with those songs?

DeDe – “Many things inspire us. Sometimes it’s the weather, sometimes it’s something in the news, sometimes I’ll be watching an infomercial on TV and feel a song coming on.

Jim – “I’ve always hated clowns and it felt like therapy writing “Don’t Let The Clowns (Eat Me).”

Doug – “A doctor’s appointment I had became our song “Turn Your Head and Cough.” We love playing that song in concert. It’s a crowd favorite.”

Vahona – “When I was in eighth grade, there was this girl who lived down the street who always had boys visiting her. I was telling the story to Jim and in no time, we had the basic premise for “Slut On My Block.” Of course, we changed the name of the slut in the song, to protect the actual slut’s identity.”

Heatherton – “I had just finished filming the “Love Boat” reunion movie, in which I played the casino girl and I brought a couple friends to the wrap party. It was a big affair. Heather Locklear was there, Jane Seymour, JM J. Bullock and Tammy Faye Bakker, Donna Douglas, Tori Spelling, Tony Danza, Ricky Schroeder…gosh I could go on. Anyway there was this really odd girl wandering around. She was totally out of place, in jeans and a vest, curly hair, ugly glasses. She kept licking her teeth and mumbling. She had this big back pack. I thought maybe she was the entertainment for the evening. She was, as a matter of fact. She kept mumbling “Charrrrrrloootte…Charrrrrloootte!!” She went digging into her fanny pack that she was wearing and I thought she was going to pull a gun and try to take out Mr. Spelling’s kids, so I threw my drink in her face. Turns out she was just fishing for a sanitary napkin. I thought she was some trigger happy party girl. She inspired a song of that same name.”

Have any of you had any musical training?

Jim: I play tambourine and cymbals. One doesn’t need much training for that. I’m too lazy to really learn anything else. DeDe learned to play drums when she left home. Vahona learned to play clarinet in high school and was first chair in the school orchestra. Doug picked up the bassoon at a young age and plays with his band when CB isn’t touring. Heatherton’s always learning something new, but has been playing guitar since she was nine.

Heatherton: DeDe, Doug, and Vahona are great. It’s fun playing with them. Jim can’t read music so it’s all about words. If he has an idea for a melody, he hums it.

What’s been your favorite gig to play?

Vahona: Mine was an early gig, the time we won the Battle of the Bands competition at the Thirsty Whale in Chicago. All these local favorites were playing that night. It was the finals and we were up after Evil Beaver. Doug surprised us and brought props out on stage. During “Douche” he threw kazoos to the crowd and had them play along. I think I was blowing bubbles at some point, and Jim was tossing gummy bears at the audience. It was a close race and we won. Evil Beaver was so much fun and we’ve since toured with them twice.

Jim: I really had a blast when we played “Chacko’s ‘Boppin’ Bindi Fest” on BBC6 in the UK. It was like playing Dick Clark’s “New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” except it was for broadcast in Bombay. The host was a pervert. He kept trying to stick his face between Vahona’s tits and I swear he grabbed my ass once. We did three songs and those kids went nuts. I think that was the first time we played our song “Kama Sutra” in front of an audience.

Heatherton: Shit! We played this one gig at the sports and RV show in Kenosha Wisconsin. It was outdoors and next to us was the “Twiggy, The Water Skiing Squirrel” exhibit. I swear, this little freaking squirrel was water skiing. It was the coolest thing. So we’re on stage, doing our thing and the squirrel got away and ended up sitting on the drum riser during our set. He loved it. Doug sat down and was feeding him granola. We were really on fire that day. We’ve played so many gigs but that one was really fun!

DeDe: We went to Greece and played three shows at the Acropolis. We were Yanni’s opening act. Doug had just recovered from his surgery and his hair had not grown back so he took to wearing turbans. So we went on stage and I looked over and Doug’s in his turban but he’s also wearing what looks to be a white tablecloth. He looked like he was ready for a toga party. It was hot. During the song “Dolly’s Dirty Butterfly” Doug takes out this basket and pretends he’s charming a snake. The crowd went wild. Linda Evans was so turned on and was backstage talking to Doug for at least an hour. She kept saying something about wanting to see the snake. Yanni was not amused. We returned home the next day.

Doug: I like all the gigs we’ve played. I can’t think of any one that stands out as a favorite. I enjoyed the night that Jim fell off the stage and was caught by the crowd and body surfed all around the venue. The look of fear in his face was priceless. Only later did I find out that the show we played was a manicure convention and he had been surfed back to the part of the room where all the acrylic nail tip ladies were standing. I think he still has the scars on his ass. I guess if I had to pick out one favorite show, it would have to be Nudestock. We spent nearly 80 minutes on stage, doing our thing, completely naked.

What’s next for Chastity’s Bitch?

Heatherton: Well, we have been very lucky. We’ve been trying out different things. Vahona has a foot controlled bubble machine. Doug throws Jello out to the crowd. DeDe flings Ritz Crackers into the audience. Our CDs have sold well. We’ve got a great fan base and most of our shows have been sellouts. After 4 albums, we were able to release a greatest hits and then the foreign audience (Europe and Asia) demanded a box set, so our overseas label released a repackaged greatest hits with a bunch of our b-sides and some demos. Things that we may release in the US later. A German toy maker wants to make CB dolls but that project is on hold for a bit because none of us like how they’ve sculpted our bodies. Vahona and I want bigger tits, Jim and Doug don’t feel that they’ve been accurately represented either. DeDe doesn’t like her hair. We want instrument and accessories too and we're not sure if the manufacturers are going to commit to the making of all of the accessories.

Jim: We were approached by a producer recently. Apparently they think our lives are interesting enough to make into a movie. I’m not sure I agree and I know that it would have to carry a rating of NC-17. I mean, none of us are saints. I wouldn’t be comfortable if our story wasn’t accurately and truthfully told. It wouldn’t be fair to our fans or to the public.

Creatively, we’ve been writing together and look forward to going back into the studio sometime this fall. H and I already started on some songs. I think my favorite of the new batch is “Who’s Got A Pussy (Here Kitty Kitty)” which we plan to begin playing when we do some shows later this summer.

Individually we’ve all got something going on. I’m experimenting with faux finishes and have been reorganizing my socks and underwear drawer, as well as working in my topiary garden. Heatherton’s been taking riding classes and trying to figure out the Colonel’s blend of 14 herbs and spices. Doug’s kept busy doing home dentistry and animal husbandry. Vahona’s been doing voiceover work for a local TV station and singing radio jingles. DeDe landed a gig as the lottery girl and can be seen four nights a week on TV pulling balls out of a drum. She’s also produced the debut album for a local band who just got signed to a major label. Lastly, DeDe, Heatherton, and Vahona did some post production work on Madonna’s last album.

Any parting words?

Doug: Don’t take your eyes off of the bitch. Live it, love it.

Heatherton: And don’t chew with your mouth full.

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Note: The band never reunited. Our record label dropped us, or management team went to work for Sheryl Crow, and we decided to just call it a day. We're all still good friends.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Funny Books

File Under: Joined at the brain

Vahona gets me. From the time we first met, we have said that we are joined at the brain. We laugh at each other's jokes and finish each other's sentences.

Yesterday she joined us for dinner and we exchanged Christmas gifts. We both bought each other the same calendar: (yes, I "borrowed" the image from Amazon.com)

Vahona and I like to look at pictures of cute animals but have our limits. I thought of her when I saw it at the store. She thought the same thing. We're going to keep them at work so when we need some "cute overload" we can share our thoughts about the pictures.

BUT...the best is the gift she got me. It's a book of postcards:









Sick...yes. But we could not stop laughing over the cover. That is until we started paging through the different cards.

My favorite:












At this point, we were laughing so hard we were crying. I revisited the book later in the evening and was back laughing as hard as I was when I first opened it. Yup, Vahona gets me.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Get Ready For 2009

File Under: A Proper Farewell to 2008

A New Year. New Beginnings. I’m ready for a new year, are you?

As a whole, this has been a really great year. At the beginning of the year, I was looking forward to my 26th Go-Go’s concert, in Chicago. My good friend John attended with me and we went backstage and met the band. I enjoyed being able to share the experience with my friend and I know he appreciated it.

"The Collective" began planning what turned out to be a really fantastic adventure for all of us, in celebration of my best friend Dan’s 40th birthday. Luis had a vision of what he wanted to have happen and I think we accomplished our goal. It started with a fantastic backyard party and ended with fireworks in Florida. Oh wait...and a hurricane. :)

Street festivals were alive and well in Chicago, the most memorable was Andersonville’s Midsommerfest, practically in my back yard. As always, it was a big bunch of fun. Not to mention booze.

Dan and Luis bought their home together and already it has been the site of many great gatherings, from Dan’s birthday, to Halloween on the porch, to our Christmas gathering, just to name a few.

My family, while small, is close and we actually enjoy being around one another. My mom still gets around and always has an entertaining quip or two when she returns from her outings. She has her issues but she’s handling them. My sister is around when she can be but she’s got her hands full with my 19-year old nephew who, with the exception of having some ADHD issues, is a good kid.

I have the most incredible group of friends. I must sound like a broken record because I mention them a lot. Dan and Luis, Denise, Tina and Polo are like family to me. Vahona is someone with whom I’m joined at the brain – we share similar thoughts much of the time and laugh at things that others just would not understand. There are many others, those who aren’t mentioned don’t mean any less to me than those who are mentioned.

My online friends are worthy of a mention of their own. QTS is the message board I belong to and I feel as close to that group of friends as I do to the ones that I get to see on a regular basis. There are a couple overlaps. Both Vahona and my friend Anthony are on the board, too.

I am employed. I have a job that I like and that I do well. I am proud of the job I do. I complain on the days when employeees call about stupid things or I have to drive back and forth between buildings when the weather is bad, but overall, I’m happy. I have some really great coworkers and we have fun.

So I had a couple of events that were downers. The optimist in me looks at those as opportunites to grow and try new things. I’m a believer in Karma, we’ll leave it at that. :)

The door to 2008 is closing, we’re about to step into 2009. We’ve got a new President coming into office. I’m excited about that, and it gives me hope for the new year.

On that note, I wish all of you a very Happy New Year. Here’s to a year filled with good health, prosperity, generosity, laughter and hope. Cheers!

XO

Jim

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Vahona's a Blogger Now

File Under: Friends

Back about a year ago, I introduced all of you to Vahona. She is what I affectionately call my "fruit fly." We get along so well because we are alike in a lot of ways; we're both neurotic and a little crazy, humble but fabulous, hard-working and honest, we're really good people with an evil side. We get each other's jokes, like each other's music and we're both passionate about the things we love.

Vahona has started a blog. So far it's become her sounding board for the daily happenings in her life, the stuff that bugs her about work and about her family but knowing her, you'll see the fun side of Vahona and understand why we get along so well. Check out what she has to say at How To Be Good.

She's one of my best friends, I hope she'll become one of your friends, too.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Fun Weekend

File Under: Friends and Fun in Nature





Last weekend was one of those rare autumn weekend when the weather is like a summer day. I took full advantage of this. On Saturday, I went apple picking with my dear friend Vahona. She lives about an hour away, in Portage, Indiana. Close to her home is the County Line Orchard. We visited the orchard 2 years ago at this time and it was a completely different experience. It was cooler outside, kind of rainy, and the place was ours to wander at our leisure. Last Saturday the place was packed. Regardless, we had fun. Heck, Vahona and I would have fun in gridlock traffic.


I ended up with about 10 pounds of apples. I will probably bake cakes for work. Maybe I'll eat a couple as-is.



(photos of me courtesy of Vahona)






After our adventure in the Orchard, we wandered through the gift shop and then got out of there with our sanity barely in tact. It was so crowded, we even decided to avoid the bakery section, including the apple cinnamon donuts. Instead, we opted for gas station broasted chicken! YUM!




Sunday, I celebrated Polo's birthday with Dan, Denise, Luis and Tina. The six of us met for brunch at Deleece, a long-established restaurant in the Wrigleyville neighborhood of Chicago. I had never been there, it was quite a treat! The six of us had a delightful time. Afterwards, everybody went their separate way, except for Denise and I who did some shopping, both of us leaving the stores with Chirstmas gifts! Now the challenge is to remember that I bought them and where I put them. :)




If I were to score this weekend, I'd hold up the 10 paddle. :)

Monday, March 17, 2008

Facebook

File Under: Dan made me do it!

So on Friday night, I was having a lovely dinner with my friends Dan, Luis, Tina and Polo. Luis cooked lamb (he made chicken for me because until Friday I did not like lamb) and roasted potatoes and a lovely tapenade appetizer. It was nice to just relax and enjoy the company of a group of people who I care so much about. Then the F-word was spoken. They mentioned "Facebook."

I've had a MySpace account for a couple years and I've mentioned it a couple times but nobody joined. All of a sudden I'm hearing all these great things about Facebook.

Friday night was not just a dinner, it was an initiation ceremony. And I fell for it. :)

I started off simple. I joined, found Dan, added him and Luis and Tina and Polo as Friends. Then I found my friends Mike and Rick and added them too. Then I let Facebook have a look at my email address book and it found more friends. Then I got Vahona to Join. Next thing I know, I'm a vampire and I've bitten people. I've been hugged, thrown pillows (check out my BeBee Gallini pillow...it's PINK!) and placed armies in Iceland. It's fun! It's like crack.

Help me.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

The 25th Show

File Under: Music Obsessions

Another post about The Go-Go's. C'mon, you knew it was going to happen. My previous post was all about them, and about seeing them again. Last night was show # 25. I was not disappointed.

The evening began with my friends Anthony, John and of course Vahona meeting at the House of Blues. We sat down and had some dinner. We exposed John to full-on Go-Go lunacy. Thankfully he was not scared. We finished dinner and went to our places in the theatre. I had two reserved stools for the evening. We were on the main level, stage left, about 20 feet back from the stage. Vahona and Ant were down in the trenches, stage right, in front of Jane's spot.

Many of the regulars were in attendance, familiar faces from past shows. It was nice seeing them, and catching up with them on their lives, sharing a laugh, sharing our excitement for yet another show.

The opening act was a band from Madison, WI called "Whore du Jour." They're a band whose first album is being produced by Jane Wiedlin. Not 2 minutes after saying to John "I wonder if Jane will come out and introduce the band," Jane came out to introduce the band. As she looked over the crowd, she looked my way, did a double-take looked at me, smiled and waved. :) Whore du Jour was good, but they're not the reason we were there.

The Go-Go's came on at 10. They looked great. They sounded great. Their on-stage banter was funny and their interaction with one another was fun. They performed 19 songs, their setlist was an even retrospective of their career.

The real fun happened after the show. I secured after-show passes for us and apparently very few passes were handed out. Now, my last after-show experience at this venue was a 2 minute chat with Kathy and Jane in an upper balcony. I wasn't expecting anything more last night. Well, I was wrong. We were ushered to a freight elevator, taken upstairs and told to go through a doorway and turn right. In we walked and seated was Belinda. Looking stunning and relaxed after an energetic show. Charlotte was in the room, she and Bradford (the band's manager) were chatting. There was a moment of stunned silence, only broken when she said "Hi." There is a bit of blur surrounding all that took place but Bradford introduced himself to me, then learning just who I was (I had contacted him to obtain the passes), he asked me if I'd met the band and began introducing me to Belinda, telling her of my efforts with the Star Fund (I'm part of a committee working to secure a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for The Go-Go's). We chatted about that for a couple minutes and Belinda quipped "well, now that Johnny Grant is dead, maybe we'll have a chance." We all laughed. She thanked me for all we've done. Jane and Kathy came in and both of them came over to give me hugs.

We chatted with Jane the longest, about her move to Madison, about Whore do Jour, about her boyfriend who is in the band, and about how much fun can be had in Chicago. I suggested that she contact us to arrange a visit to Chicago an let us show her around. As quickly as I said that, she whipped out her iPhone and said "okay, give me your phone numbers!" So we did. We'll see if she calls. I'm guessing she'll drunk dial one of us. At 2 am, Vahona's phone will ring, and there will be this slurred pixie-like voice saying "hey baby, what are you wearing?" I'll probably get a call saying "Is your refrigerator running? Well you'd better go catch it! HA HA HA HA HA" *click*

We took one group picture, here it is:

(complements of Anthony)
Kathy Valentine, me, John, Jane, Vahona, Anthony.

As I've been known to do, I brought my Gnome. John brought his too. We giggled as we took them out of our pockets and set them on the table in the room. Belinda looked down and noticed them. She was definitely intrigued. She kept looking. I saw curiosity and amusement in her eyes and a slight smile on her face. Or it was "oh Jesus, get me away from these fucking losers." I think it was more the former than the latter.
Jane saw the Gnomes and decided they looked tasty. So here's the 2008 version of the "let's do something wacky and eat the Gnome picture."
And with that, our evening ended. We gathered our things and went home. I was awake until almost 2 am, giddy from the excitement of the evening.
I awoke at 5:45 this morning, got out of bed, got ready for work and was at my desk at 7:30 am. My ears are still ringing, my throat still hurts and the entire city is under a winter storm warning but I'm in a really good mood right now.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Scenes From the Curb

File Under: Stuff and Nonsense

Vahona and I like street fairs. Food on a stick, people watching, vendor booths and live music. Last summer I drove to Portage to whisk Princess Whoosh off to Chicago for some street fair fun. We went to the Southport Street fest where we had a fun day in the sun. We took a break and sat on the curb to listen to some live music. While down there, we watched the crowd dancing. I took this little video because we were entertained by this person. Mind you, we don't know who she is, and I'm sure she's a very lovely individual and I'm not saying anything bad about her dancing. I'm just not saying anything good about it.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

To-Do List

File under: Get it done!

Here's a list of things I need to do, in no particular order.

*Organize my desk. I've got receipts, packs of gum, credit cards, pills, Duran Duran's latest CD, candles and an Easy Button (which as many times as I push it doesn't make my life any easier but it makes me laugh) scattered across this desk and I need to sort through it all, put some stuff away and throw out a bunch of this crap.

*Listen to "Red Carpet Massacre," Duran Duran's latest CD. My secret source (VAHONA!) is a huge fan and was privvy to some tracks early on. I heard them and wasn't impressed. But I love the band and bought it, and even met them. I have yet to actually put this CD into my player and listen to it. It's on my iPod and as often as I use my iPod, I have yet to hear any of the songs other than "Falling Down," the current single.

*Organize my file cabinet. I bought it a couple weeks ago and freed up some space in some bookshelves, making room for some books. Now I need to go and sort the papers that I dumped into the file cabinet. They're semi-sorted, I just need to get some hanging files and finish the project.

*Get a new computer. Once I get my finances in a bit better order (these last 6 months kicked my ass!), I'm going to get a new computer. I want a laptop.

*Lose 10 pounds. Last February I set the goal to look better on my 40th birthday than I did on my 30th birthday. I lost 12 pounds. I then got lazy and I've gained back 5 of those 12 pounds. When I lost the weight, I decided another 5 would be good, so once again, I'm on track and hoping to lose 10 pounds before summer.

*Celebrate Christmas with Vahona. Hasn't happened yet, it will soon. Her presents keep staring at me, they're on my dresser. They were under the tree but the tree is now boxed up and in the closet.

I'm sure there's more, but that's a good start.

What's on your To-Do list?

Thursday, December 20, 2007

She IS Paying Attention

File Under: Friends

My dear friend Vahona is a HUGE Duran Duran fan. So much so that I thought I would test her by slipping a name into my previous post that didn't belong. That's right, I said "ANDY" instead of "JOHN" when referring to the two Taylors that I met but did not photograph at the CD signing. Congratulations, Vahona. You passed!

;-)

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Gnome meets Duran Duran

File Under: Gnome Adventures
Duran Duran is in town performing a show tomorrow night for a radio station. Tonight they did a signing at Best Buy. I went with Vahona and hilarity ensued. She loves them so and gets all giggly like a little girl when she sees them. It's sweet. I have never met them so she was excited for me, too. Gnome, who loves celebrities, jumped at the opportunity to meet them.

Not wanting to rock the boat, I just set Gnome down in front of Simon as he was signing my CD booklet.















Simon saw it and said "oh, is that a Gnome" and at that point Nick was asking to see Gnome.














Simon was entertained by Gnome and said "look, he's got my nose!"




At that point, Vahona chimed in "Well in that case we should get you a little red hat, too." Everybody laughed. And then it was on to Roger and Andy. I put Gnome away so they didn't get to play with Gnome. Next time.