Doodle dates his friends/Whoretastic '07

Friday Darladiva and I thought it would be a GREAT idea to get wasted on the UES. Why? Why not? Mad River has a $7 cover and then $1 drinks. Yes, $1 drinks. That's $1. We had some appetizers at Arriba Arriba (who knew they had one in suburbia?), and then headed over to Nerdy Scientist Frat Fest '07. "Can we open a tab?" "Sure, but it's a $20 minimum." Um, it takes 20 drinks to get to that min. Well, we did it, somehow. Then headed over to the piano bar Brandy's. We had a gay old time. Then we poured each other into cabs to head home. On the way home, my taxi took me right by THAT BAR and so I had him drop me off there. I ended up chatting with this one guy who knew The BF back when he was Tommy. It was the first time I had spoken to him post-BF and it was quite interesting. Then I fell asleep for a moment. When I awoke there was an Adorable boy next to me. As I recall, we instantly starting making out and then I...whore. I might actually like someone that I've...whore. I'll let ya'll know.

Saturday was spent with Adorable in my bat cave, with anticipations of meeting Cricket for Sicko and convermesations. Adorable went on his way and I got ready for my second date of the weekend. Cricket and I met in Union Square and headed over to the movie. It was fantastic. It was maddening. It was eye-opening. Go see it. As someone who doesn't have health insurance right now, it made my stomach churn to know that in Canada, or the UK or (gasp!) France, people just go to the doctor when they need to. There is NO bill at the end. There is no, "how much am I going to have to put on my credit card this time." That doesn't exist. YIKES SIGH KILL ME. After the movie, we had drinks at that cute little outdoor place in Union Square. We shared some watery sangria, but it was lovely. Cricket had to run off to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to teach the masses how to bend it like Gumby. I decided to walk from Union Square through Chelsea and maybe have a drink at Splash or the like. Splash was terrifying so I kept walking. After being heckled by some stupid LI teens (been a LONG time since I've been heckled, I must say), I ended up at View. It was pretty fun. I met Big Eyes Big Lips and made out with him for a while and then walked him to the train. Headed toward home I saw a particular kind of club that I had been before with The BF. "Hmm, might be fun by myself." It was terrifying, but Cutie McCoif showed up and it got better...until I left at 6:30am (erohw) WHAT?

Sunday FINALLY means brunch again. I met Madame Renea Knight at our old haunting ground (that's fun to say) FC Cafe. The conversation was great, the service, not so much. But, as always, great to hang out with the MRK. Girl, you got such a f'ing great head on your shoulders and you're not afraid to fill it with booze. LOVE YOU.

And that was my weekend of dating my friends/((you))know))))

More gay cartoons to come.

F R e e D O M ?

Darladiva and Cricket asked how it feels to be free/have nights free. It feels scary. Now I have time to think about my life. Who wants to do that? Honestly, these past two projects have kept my mind completely off of (throws up) healing from Carter. Blah. I just want to go on pretending it didn’t even exist. I don’t know. Sometimes I long to see him on a street corner so I can smile and say hello. I don’t hate him and I hate that he probably hates me. Ugh.

What’s next? I’m going to work on a voiceover demo. I have my evaluation this week. I’m really interested to see what they think of my crazy voice and what direction they think I should go. I’m also going to work on writing the next Parodivas show. Not sure when we’ll DO it, but if it’s written, that’s at least a starting point. We shall see.

Noodle will be back in town tomorrow (I think), so we need to find her a sublet and a temp job or something.

Beyond that, who knows? I’d like to go on a date. I haven’t done that in lord knows how long.

Hmm.

Thanks again to everyone for coming to the show. It meant the world to me.

And thanks to my two favorite geminis for helping me pick up the cute boy in the green shirt. That went well.

And thanks for my feathers Mr. Man, I love them.

And just for good measure: dead babies

Doodle.

One Year Blog-iversary Post 4 (SCROLL DOWN AND READ IN ORDER please?)

I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH (yes, even you Sir Willio. Now get back to those taxes). Aren’t you all excited for the Spring weather that will soon be upon us? I can smell the pedicures. What? I think ew. But stars always get pedicures, and so must I. It just better not rain on my newly clipped and polished toes because that will make me MAD (scientist).

Thanksgiving is all about the big turkey (Carter).

I’m glad that my new role in The Office is permitting me to write the LONGEST BLOG POST IN THE HISTORY OF BLOGGING! Thanks office, thanks. And thanks for also paying me enough so that I can do occasional showcases for free. That’s good.

Man am I a whore.

But back to The Office for a second. That’s it. One second.

My dear readers/friends, the end of this long long long…long post is almost here. I just want you all to know that you’re the one(s) that I want to suck my youngblood. What? What does that mean? You can’t end like that!

Doodle.

Newdle Year Here I Come!! Happiness WILL BE FOUND!!!

So many exclamation points had to be killed to provide this post. Alas!!

Last week was one of the most challenging of my life. I almost said worst, but I don’t think that’s what I mean. Challenging. It’s time to start calling things what they are. Just because I burst into tears periodically throughout the day does not mean I am sad. As Noodle advised, figure out what triggered those sporadic tears, address that issue, and suddenly you’ll feel better…until two hours later I suddenly remember dreaming that my Granny (93 year old great grandmother) gave me a kiss. She was comforting me. (bursts into tears that damage his keyboard). 93;mngm lelea’ el3 o90 nmmcl htle dla e godoo dle. I am tremendously grateful for my friends. Thank you all so much for this weekend!

But, prior to the weekend, there was the event that happened. You know. Then I practically cut the tip of my finger off with one of my fancy new knives. It was so disgusting. I honestly prepared myself to die from blood loss or Tetanus as I put myself to bed. That was Wednesday night. Luckily I didn’t die, but my finger is hideous. Now I’ll never be a hand model. Boo! Then on Thursday I heard tell that Darladiva had been struck ill with heinous stomach flu. The poor dear. As I wept and drank and cooked on Thursday night I realized that throughout the entire day I had had no appetite whatsoever. I mean this isn’t all that odd, but it was even more pronounced than usual. Oh well. I had some food and went to sleep. At about 1:50 am I awoke and realized it was going to be a long night…in the bathroom. I finally stopped my visits around 7 am when I called in to The Office to let them know I was on the verge of death and could not administrate. I spent the whole day trying to get some freakin’ water down and watching tv and trying to fall into a sweet sweet coma. The coma never came, but I did sleep for a bit and I think I murdered the fever at least. Around 4:30 or so, I ventured out into the world to get some ginger ale and to find something that might be edible. I got some chicken soup and hoped for the best. The best was not to be had. Oh well. I don’t remember Friday night too well, but I guess that’s good.

Saturday I was feeling better and glad about it. I was able to have a bit of the chicken soup and I made some jell-o that seemed to be okay. I made a shopping date with Madame Renea Knight and we went to Macy’s. I honestly don’t know why. Well yes, I do know why. I sat in front of the television for 90 hours (I sleep with it on). And in those 90 hours I must have heard the “Macy’s One Day Sale all day Saturday” commercial at least 86.5 times. NO WONDER! Madame and I wandered around horrified at the clothes, the people, and the (shudders) children. WHY OH WHY OH WHY??!! Then we headed back to my place for a little drink and some Best of Eartha Kitt. Listening to songs for her cabaret in the works: Oooh la la! Then Madame dropped me off at Chevy’s where I was to meet Darladiva for some chips and a drink before meeting Crickpot and his sister to see Dreamgirls (2nd time for me). Darladiva and I ate five nachos and then realized we should head over to the theatre to ensure some good seats. We succeeded. The movie was great (again). Although some of the kids and such around us laughed during the points when the recitative was sung, IT’S A MUSICAL!!! Oh well. Whatever. Nothing will compare to my experience seeing it at the Ziegfeld, but it was fun nonetheless. Thennnnn, Darladiva, Crickpot, and I headed over to an Irish pub for a drink. We sat and had a lovely therapy session. Four drinks is cheaper than any NY therapist I know. Darladiva had to head back to Queens to take care of a soon to be ailing Smoosh and then Crickpot had to head back to his dream palace on the LES. So I text Sir Willio to come and meet me for a drink as I was not ready to go home and be alone. Oy. He met me at a nearby bar and we chatted a bit about the angry stomach flu that had attacked us. His was so bad that he had to check himself into the ER. They gave him some fluid and some anti-barfing meds…lucky. Of course as we’re sitting there, I see The BF walk by with one of his friends. He looked very happy.

I got home around 3:30 and tried to get to sleep. Sunday was the hardest for me. I just couldn’t keep the tears from flowing. It was like a Lifetime movie up in that apartment. Unfortunately my mother (played by Jill Eikenberry or Judith Light) was not there to comfort me and tell me it would all be okay. I realized I needed more friend time. I called up Crickpot and he invited me to see is new palace. We had a lovely day just chatting and pretending to work on his moving-in projects and we had some lovely pita and hummus and some ginger cookies and some beers. Then I forced him to not take yoga and watch You’re the One That I Want. Oh my. I just don’t know if I have words for this show. I mean…I guess it’s okay, but it’s also frightening. They have to do a reality show about casting a Broadway production and all they will realize is that the best talent for such things is IN NEW YORK??!!!! Ugh. I don’t know. I guess I’ll keep watching to see. Train wreck. You know. Then I hopped in a cab and headed home.

The needing of friends was not over though. Oh no. I called Noodle, but she didn’t answer. I figured she had gone to bed because she ALSO is sick. UGH! Then I called Darladiva to see if she watched the show. She didn’t. Hmm. So chatting with Darladiva got me to my front door. Then I chatted with her online once inside. Then, chatted with Noodle when she called me back. Then I headed off to bed where I cuddled up with one final friend, my stuffed Eeyore. Oh my. You gotta have friends.

Doodle!

Doodle-o-Scope

"You are at the leading edge of a creative wave, allowing you to express the ideas that have been building up inside your fertile imagination. Perhaps you recently faced restrictions that prevented you from having too much fun, yet now the landscape is shifting and a party is arriving at your doorstep. Make the most of this time by simply giving yourself permission to be spontaneous and playful. "

Restrictions that prevented me from having too much fun? MMMhmm.

I bought this post at the 99 cent store-oodle

Frog to Toad:

Sometimes the days they can be very busy
So I like to stop and think now and then
I think of the reasons I have to be happy
And that makes me happy all over again

What made you think that I was unhappy
What were you thinking was making me blue
I only come out here to sit and remember
I love being a frog in the warm sunny summer
On days such as this one that's what I do

This morning I woke up and thought
I am happy. It's been since April since I have been sad
I'll go be alone to think how I'm happy.
For all that I have and all that I've had

What made you think that I was unhappy
What were thinking was making me blue
I only came out here to think how I'm happy.
I love being a frog in the warm sunny summer
But mostly I'm happy because I have you.

Without knowing that I have amazing amazing friends who will always be there to support me no matter what happens in my life, not matter what silly song about butt sex that I want you to sing, without you I would just drift away in the wind. And although sometimes, like now, I feel like letting go and letting that wind just take me away, I know that it would take me away from all of you and I can't let that happen. If anyone wants to go get some drinks or see a show or something, I'd like to go with you. I have a lot more time to myself now. You are a few of my favorite doodles.

Toodles.

Boxing Doodle

Chrismoodle is over. Yay. Boo. Cry. Smile. Doodle.

So I am very excited about being able to pay off some credit card debt in the near future! Freedom...almost!

Chrismoodle went well. I got a very nice knife set with block from The BF that I am very excited to begin using. Unfortunately I cannot begin using it because it is missing a piece so I have to go to Bed Bath and Boodle to get a new one that is not missing a piece. He also gave me a lovely grill pan. Funny, sort of, because I got him a grill pan which was to live at my apartment because we cook there on the weekends. So, we both have grill pans now. Gay. I also got some lovely kitchen utensils. I guess I am becoming a foodie or foodle as I call them. Whatevs. Domestic goddess that I'm not. What else? I got some cash from my Daddy which is nice. "For a night out in NYC." Yay! Not so indirectly I am getting to see Company because I got a pair of tickets for The BF and I for January 2nd. Woodle Hoodle! What did ya'll get???

The "shows" I saw:

Esoterica: Although I was tiiiiiiiiired from shopping and running around and stuff and stuff, this show was very very entertaining. He did a lot of "the oldest tricks in the book" and his patter was very well done. I would describe this as a very well crafted cabaret that uses standard magic tricks instead of songs, woven together by story-telling and such. He's a hottie.

Jerry Scott's Christmas Sing a Long: Danny's was completely packed to the hilt which is great. He asked Parker and I to perform You're a Mean One Mister Grinch and it went over very very well. Yay!

Butley: What a great play this is. I can't wait to pop over to Drama Book Shop to pick this one up. Nathan Lane did quite a good job, especially in the first act, to not be himself and to actually perform the role. Bravo Mr. Ham. I think he is a good contender for Best Actor, but not sure if he will actually get it. We'll see...

Vertical Hour: Also a good play, very verbose, and I definitely need to read this one before I can formulate my real opinion. All in all a seemingly smart piece, that needs some editing. Julianne Moore will not be walking away with the Tony even though she is a brilliant film actress. She is less than brilliant on the stage, I must say. Bill Nighy was quite good. Very odd. Very creepy. Will probably get nominated, but end up living on a comet or something. What?

White Christmas: We watched this movie Sunday night and finished it Monday morning. My goodness I love love love this film. It's magical to me. I still laugh at every joke and silly Danny Kaye nuance. I still get misty when General Waverly walks into the performance hall and sees all of his soldiers from days gone by. Single Tear. Love it! Want to live it.

Wizard of Oz: We watched this during breakfast. I'm torn between being the Scarecrow or the Tinman. What do you think?

Sound of Music: This we watched while cooking Christmas dinner and during the beginning of dinner. Good. Gay.

The Oblongs: I got this series on dvd for Sir Willio. What a f*cked up show. Funnny. Will Ferrel and Jean Smart are the main voices. Fun times/wrong laughter was had/heard by all. Woot.

That's all for now. Sitting at work waiting for the day to end so I can get home and grill something...anything...everything...doodle!

Commmmmment!

CHRISMOODLE HAD BE HERE!!!!!!

In this episode of The Office, Mr. Doodle got a substantial bonus!! Wooo hooo! What a great episode. Mr. Doodle took his list that his friend Marla Mae Meller More had told him to make but he didn't even need it. It was a very very fast meeting that Mr. Doodle had with the owner of the company MinuteFront Poodle. Although I did hear a preview of upcoming episodes this morning and I think there is still a distinct possibility that Mr. Doodle will be asked to leave, so I hope that his correspondence with Ms. Head does in fact provide Mr. Doodle with another viable option. I read in an online chat room for The Office that Ms. Head could possibly find Mr. Doodle a position at Goldman Sachs. Hmmm. I hope those chatters are correct. Anyhoodle, enough about TV. I am leaving work early today. I'm not sure when, but early. I'm going to finish up my shopping. Thanks to Darladiva I was able to buy something for each member of my family on amazon and get it shipped. Some of it will arrive on Tuesday which is good. Who knows when the rest will be there, but I will give them a call and let them know that some stuff had be coming even if it is after Santa's Birthday. I am seeing a magic-y show tonight called Esoterica. When I was in Back to the Fabulous, the 80's pop version of 12th Night, our Malvolio was this hottie with a shaved head. He's apparently a magician as well, because Esoterica stars him! Woot woot woodle. After that I'll be headed to Jerry Scott's Christmas Sing a Long at Dannys. I've been going over the words to Your're a Mean One Mister Grinch so I can sing it. Tomorrow matinee I am seeing Butley starring Nathan Lane. I hope he acts. I mean during the holidoodles, I enjoy a good ham. I'm not gonna lie. But come on Nathan, you should at least earn your Tony for Best Actor in a Play. We shall see. Tomorrow night, I think, I'll be headed across the street from Butley to see Julianne Moore who will probably be earning her Tony for Best Actress in a Play in The Vertical Hour. Then there'll be brunch on Sunday and then another sing a long at The BF's apartment for Christmas Eve. Then we are opening presents at his place, mostly because he has a fireplace for Xmas Eve which will be romantic a;sou0q203n, sorry I just threw up a little in my mouth. Breakfast and gifts on Monday morning then off to my apartment to make Christmas dinner. I got a turkey and a ham from my company so we're going to eat those and make some stuffing and maybe Gwen's corn-y goodness. I think The BF's Crazy Libra Friend will be joining for the sing a long and for the dinner because he is in NY all by his lonesome because his boyfriend is off visiting his family (who have no idea Crazy Libra Friend is even his boyfriend). Oy.

Have a Mary ChrismaHannuKwanzica! Doodle!

Halloween? Whence did thee become LAME?

I am so over Halloween. The BF made orange cocktails, carved a pumpkin (last weekend), and played scary music while we got ready to go to the human traffic jam/true nightmare that is the Halloween Parade in the Village. All we (although not so much me) wanted to do was to show off our Grey Gardens costumes at Maries, sing a showtune or two and go on our merry way. Easier said than done. It was an absolute jumble-fuck trying to get there. The BF decided we had to walk the 30 blocks or so, and even if he hadn't decided that, a cab was impossible. I was in heels that I bought for $1. Not so comfy. I took them off and sacrificed the feet of my three pairs of stockings. What the fuck ever, I WAS IN PAIN. Once in the Village we made it across the street to Maries but could not actually GET there because of angry angry hippos, I mean police, who wanted us to die. We had to walk (some more) around the very full (I'm talking body to body wall to wall annoying pretty pretty princesses elbowing me in the side to get by) block to get there. We get there and there are no regulars. Who are all these people and who told them about this gem of a dive piano bar? Whoever it is should die. To top it off, some other queen was wearing almost exactly what I was wearing. Keep in mind I had to make most of my costume, so this was most annoying. Stupid fag has the same damn idea I had. Stupd McStupid. So, we left. We tried Rose's Turn, but it was even worse. So we decided we would try to get a cab. We were not successful for a long long time. By this point my feet are DYING. I had a quick grievance ceremony for them once we finally got into a cab. I thought FOR SURE, the night was through, but The BF insisted on going to one more bar. Fine. It was still pretty early. We got drinks and I sat in a corner watching a Bat and Dorothy dance. He went out to smoke and was gone forever. He was gone for 30 minutes. I finally got pissed and paranoid and went to find him. As I was walking out he was on his way back in. "Oh, I'm glad you came out here, I want you to meet my new friend, he loves Grey Gardens!" I will cut this new "friend" who's young and cute. Mm mm no. Whatever, I got mad at The BF and told him I was leaving. He gave in and thank god, I rushed to the corner with my now bare feet and grabbed a cab home. All in all it was a mish mash jumble of mish mosh and puh puh, no thank you.

Please someone, can you have a party next year? I simply CANNOT do this again.

fin

Tonight I'm going to relax and watch tv and try not to think about work or Halloween or anything. Yay!

I should have gone as a Magna-Doodle.

Tuesdles are for Doodles

Doodle everyone, doodle.

Let's see, whence shall I start? Okay, on Friday night I saw the Tribute to Jerome Kern (yawn). It was quite boring. The creator, cabaret reviewer extraordinaire Scott Seigel, has an interesting concept, I must say. That is, he has created a cabaret of sorts in which he does all the patter and Broadway and Cabaret stars do all the numbers. While the concept is interesting, the patter was not. Well, not to say that the little tidbits of history, etc weren't interesting, and they are definitely necessary in cabaret patter, but his delivery was so drab. I mean, how hard is it to get Charles Busch to come out (he he) for one night to host a cabaret show thing? Anyhoo, I'd also like to hear some patter about Jerome Kern that isn't simply timelines and such. Who was he in love with? Why did he write such beautiful melodies? Who was his muse? Did he have sex with the Gershwins? You know. Anyhoo, when the Parodivas rule the world...

Saturday was spent brunching with The BF, BF's Friend from Ohio, BF's Crazy Libra Friend, and Doodle's truly at the FCC. It was a lovely brunch indeed, but I kept thinking it was Sunday because, honestly, who brunches on Saturdays? Then, The BF and I were supposed to go to a Haunted House, but it was sold out. So we proceded to Sandi's going away shin dig. She's off to do Singin' in the Rain (again). She and I became friends (and pretend spouses) the first time she (and I) did Singin'. She played the female diction coach, and I the male. As we were supposed to meet back up with BF's Crazy Libra Friend, we just popped in, hugged, bought her a drink, did a few shots, and went on our merry way. She looks great and showed us the choreography she was made to do at the dance call for The Little Mermaid. High-larious. Love you Sandi, and I look forward to your stories of Singin' Round 2. Send 'em to me and I'll post them here. Drinks with BF's CLF were great. We went to Danny's and Jerry asked me to sing. I obliged, and for once The BF didn't say something rude or critical. He just said "That was nice." This is probably the best compliment he has ever given me after singing at Danny's, and honestly I think BF's CLF told him what to say so that I wouldn't get upset. Whatever. I don't need his praise, I just feel I deserve it. Does that make sense?

On Sunday, we had tickets to Spamalot. We brunched at FCC (again) before heading over to the show. We sat at the bar and met a lovely lovely lesbian named Elizabeth. While no one could ever replace our Veluptuous Vanessa, this chick did a pretty good job keeping the booze flowing, and maybe Noodle can have a threesome with her and her girlfriend Janet. Yay! Spamalot was okay. It would have been a riot with the original cast. It was decent with this cast. I haven't seen the Monty Python movies, really, so I think I missed a lot of inside jokes. Anyhoo, it was fun.

After Spamalot, The BF and I went to the haunted house that was sold out the previous night. It was just okay. It honestly does't even need reviewing. Eh.

In other news, my dear friend Gwen has started a blog. Gwen is hot! Check her out. You know you want it.

Thanks to Noodle for my lovely birthday gift. It is a leather flask, that came with four little shot glasses. It's wonderful. Thanks Noodle!

I will talk about Heroes in the next post. I'm just glad to have gotten to say a little something before getting to work. Boo-dle. Boo-dle, I say!