good weekend/bad weekend

wow... where do i begin?

the drive to south georgia was not bad at all... although my brain automatically took me through albany and not into moultrie, which was my original destination. guess it's a force of habit. anyway... i saw wendell who was running around like a chicken with his head cut off.

but... the event he was planning - a bbq cook-off - was very succesful. through his efforts, the event doubled from the participation last year. comments flew in the wind from almost everyone. he's their special events coordinator and is doing a super job. i have to admit, though, i miss the fucker.

on friday i dealt with the attorney. can't talk about it on here as my mother has informed me that her husband is a reader of my blog, too. hey charles!

speaking of my mother, she came to leslee and jennifer's on saturday after she received the letter from the attorney. to say the least, she was not happy at all. according to her, i'm no longer her son. i'm going to hell. wendell is going to jail. i need a psychologist, etc., etc. yeah.

her comments did get me down, i have to admit, but not to the point where i can't go on. she's so perplex. and if you think i have double-standards, you should meet her.

oh... she's also going to an attorney today - supposedly - to sue me for talking about her on here. i encouraged her to do what she needed to do.

it amazes me that just a week or two ago, she called and talked with me like nothing had happened. granted, we didn't discuss the vehicle in depth. she was - or so it seemed - in support of me, nonetheless. i mean i even came out to her and she seemed to be alright with it.

not so on saturday.

anyway... on friday, angel, jennifer and i went to the concert wendell had planned and enjoyed it for a couple hours before we headed to albany. we hit charlie b's, my old stomping grounds. it's a fun, young, straight bar. the bo henry band was playing.

i saw scott bradshaw, a classmate of mine. he has bulked up and even gotten married. shit... his wife's name just escaped me... oh, tonya camp. they're a cute couple. he was out with his brother and a posse of friends.

he and i hung out and caught up. of course, we had to re-hash high school days and all the shit we got into. like the night we camped out and opened all the emergency exits on his mom's school bus, made prank phone calls, snuck girls out of windows, they locked me in the tree house.

when we woke up - it was david, cedric, todd, scott and i - we walked almost five miles to david's house to go swimming. david washed his dad's truck and left the rest of us asleep on the patio to get real, real burned. damnit.

it was fun. i came out to him but he said they always knew. funny how that is, huh? he was way cool with it, though, even dancing with me in th charlie b's, the straightest place in albany. mmm, maybe not. after all, zack hudson has been there.

speaking of him, he's now the city editor of the americus times recorder. genie, formally of camilla enterprise fame, was there. she's a trip. haha.

hoh... after partying there for a while and consuming drinks angel pretty much swindled from the men in the bar, it was off to steak and shake where benita took great care of us. interesting night.

i was awakened on saturday to leslee throwing her lab, sassie - i think, in my face and pointing out that i was sleeping with my mouth wide open. ha.

i got to visit with her just a bit before my mom rode in on her broom, i mean car... for some reason, leslee chose her boyfriend over me and jennifer and didn't hang out with us on friday. no props for that, leslee. boo.

saturday was a solemn day as i had to process all that had gone on.

i went back to the bbq to take pictures for wendell. mr. vaughn and mrs. rhonda came out and hung out with me for a while. wendell secured us some awesome ribs so we dug in and talked a bit. hahahah. leslee... i have to tell you something. haha.

wendell and i had planned to go to valdosta on saturday night but with my day and his weekend, we were both pooped and decided instead to stay in.

sunday saw me off from that god-forsaken place. wendell's friend brian said it best... i don't hate sale city/south georgia... just some people in it. (for the record, i truly hate no one, just a very, very strong dislike.)

traffic was ridiculous. i made good time but everyone on the interstate averaged about five miles under the speed limit. what? ugh.

then, at exit 202 or so, traffic stopped. and i mean stopped. it took me two hours to get from jackson, georgia into the city. i was more than miserable but met craig, matt, wes and michael at joes. it was so loud in there.

after they finished eating - i had mcdonald's on the way up - we went to our starbucks meeting. we have to come up with a name for it. some time of club name. it has to sound exclusive, though. ya'll think about that one.

christine and her friend jamie - who i heard was violently baptized into the gay world this weekend - met us as well as trent and andy. as always, it was quite interesting. and, also as always, what happens at starbucks, stays at starbucks.

burkhart's was the next destination for the armorette's show. i needed a laugh and got more than enough to cheer me up. mary and knomie did their number to i need a change or whatever the name of the song is... yuck. haha.

everyone was out so i got to see all my bar fly friends. always fun.

i wasn't quite ready for bed, although exhausted, so i headed to underground to charlie's. it's nice to see people supporting the cabaret again. i'm also glad to see charlie realize that even with the talent on her cast, atlanta wants something a bit different from time-to-time.

now today i'm looking for jobs again as well as calling a couple of people who i've been in contact with. honestly, i could give up but i'm hanging in there. i know i have a network of people who are behind and i appreciate each and every one of you.

oh... thursday drag idol is down to three... jezelle, destiny and jealouse. everyone needs to be there.

and... if you're my size, let me know (height, weight, etc.). knomie needs to talk to you. that's all i can say about that.

i need to run to the police department. actually, i'm gonna drive. but i do need to go. i've caught you up. now you can go about your day.