Mandatory “25 Things Meme,” Cross-posted from Facebook

By now, if you have an account on Facebook, you’ve noticed everyone and their mother is writing their “25 Random Things” list and posting it. Well, it took me almost a week to put this shit together so I’m getting some more millage out of it and puting it here as well.

25 Things About Vincent

1. I am a total slob. My idea of sorting laundry is “Clean clothes in the basket, dirty clothes on the floor.”

2. Even though my first crush was on a male teacher when I was 10 (I think. I don’t remember exactly.) I didn’t accept that I was gay until I was 22. I went on my first date (ever) when I was 23.

3. Although it seems to be in glaring contradiction with #2, I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show almost 300 times in high school.

4. Most of my stories are told in relation to three periods of my life: “Before Katrina,” “After Katrina” and “When I Worked in Radio”. If you have a problem hearing the word Katrina said occasionally, you shouldn’t hang out with people from the Gulf South.

5. I’ve had a website in one form or another since ~1996. One of my first “personal pages” was on my friend Duckie’s domain,

6. I’ve had a blog since 2000:, and now

7. I ran a computer BBS from 1993 until January 2000. It went by three names: TARDIS, Peaceful Death and finally Fear and Loathing. It was hacked one night while I was working – I came home to find my entire hard drive had been deleted. The hackers later posted a log file to another BBS showing them systematically wiping my drive one directory at a time.

8. My favorite song ever is “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones.

9. I’ve broken my left shoulder twice; both times from flipping over my handlebars while riding my bike and avoiding being hit by cars.

10. Since Katrina (see #4) I am terrified of buying furniture.

11. Despite being a native New Orleanian, I didn’t touch alcohol until I was 24. (I think it has something to do with #2)

12. The level of my self-conscienceness when dating someone is directly proportional to the degree of which I like them. If you wonder why I’m not calling, it’s probably because I really want to.

13. Whenever I use white antiperspirant my armpits break out in a really bad rash.

14. I am a dog person but I own cats because I perceive them to be less needy. Someone let Plato in on this.

15. During my first semester at UNO I would wake up at 7am and drive to school just to listen to Howard Stern in the parking lot for two hours. I’d then spend four hours in the computer lab on the internet and then drive home to get on the computer. My GPA was .7

16. During the second semester I had a panic attack in Political Science before I had to give a presentation on the Brady Bill in front of the class. I lied and said I left my handouts in the library when really I just went home. I never went back to that class.

17. I’m chronically either a half an hour early or fifteen minutes late for any given scheduled event — including work. If I happen to be 10 minutes early I’ll stop off for coffee or something to “kill time” – and inevitably it will take me 20 minutes. It’s a curse.

18. I hold a special place in my heart for nerdy guys in glasses and/or shirt and ties. By “heart” I mean “pants”.

19. It’s been months since the last time I’ve done it but I sometimes take pictures of random guys on the street or metro if I think they’re cute (without them knowing, of course.)

20. Prior to moving to DC I rode my bike at least 8 miles a day. Since living in DC I’ve ridden it twice — both times to the grocery three blocks away.

21. My friend Don is the only person I’ve known personally who has died from AIDS. I met him through Marshall and we only hung out a few times on our own, but we had started becoming friends just before he moved back to Florida to be with his family. I’d see him online every now and again and we’d chat a bit about life, about dating, about being gay. After a while he just stopped logging on. I didn’t know for sure he had passed until later, when Marshall told me he had heard from Don’s mom. I still haven’t removed him from my AIM buddy list.

22. After my father died when I was six, my mom brought me to see a psychiatrist. One of the things the doctor and my mother talked about was how upset I would get when Wile E. Coyote would keep coming back to life after dying on the Road Runner cartoon — I wanted to know why my dad didn’t come back. Another thing they talked about in front of me was how the fact that I still slept with stuffed animals at the time ‘didn’t mean I was a homosexual.’ Yeah, I know. Bitch, right? I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but I knew that it was supposed to be bad.

23. I’m 34 years old and I still like to mix flavors at self-serve soda fountains. My current favorite combination is Diet coke with a splash of Orange and Root Beer.

24. My favorite color combination is dark brown and light blue. No, dark brown and mint green. Fuck.

25. It took me over a week to finish this list.

Holiday Ramblings

To be completely honest, I was really dreading xmas this year. I’m not religious and I don’t buy into the whole commercial aspect of the holiday season. Behind closed doors I’m probably known as the big scrooge that doesn’t give gifts, etc. I don’t know, I just don’t get excited by the whole thing. The only part of the holiday season I do like is that it’s a chance to get together with friends all at once and do something together. Post Katrina this was very important to me since my schedule was flipped so topsy-turvey I rarely got to see my friends.

I moved to DC around this time last year and although xmas 2007 was definitely odd being away from everyone, being new to the city was a distraction and I didn’t notice it much. Plus, most of my newly-made friends were in town so it wasn’t as depressing as it could have been. This year was a whole other animal though. I don’t think anyone I know in DC was in town this week and I was prepared to spend xmas day reading tweets about everyone’s fabulous holiday dinners and fantastic parties while the cats stared at me all disapproving-like as I watched x-tube and ate from a jar of peanut butter on the cold floor of the bathroom.

Luckily, it didn’t end up being that way.

Wednesday night I went with Gerry to support his friend Richard on his excursion to St. Matthew’s Midnight Mass. I didn’t quite get the full story why any of us were there though, but I imagine it revolved around repressed Catholic guilt of some kind (but doesn’t everything?). Now, I was fully expecting to burst into a flaming pillar of salt upon walking into the church, but not much happened other than some catty remarks and a couple rounds of “peace be with you” with Gerry and his friends and the couple behind us. Other than that, i tried to think of reasons why the people in line should be allowed to participate in the pseudo-cannibalistic blood ritual and not me, just cause I like to, um, you know, every now and then.. I felt left out. I wanted to pretend like I was drinking blood too.

Gerry came over on Thursday and we spent the day watching bad TV on the sofa, drinking bad wine, napping and trying to forage for food at a restaurant that was A) Actually open and B) NOT over-priced Chinese. (A C)Chinese buffet would have ruled though.) It was a very laid back day and other than being with my friends back home as well, I couldn’t have asked for a better time.

Then, this afternoon my friend James called and said he wanted to go walk around and play with his G1’s GPS Tracking Program. We were looking for a cupcake place in Georgetown, but since they were closed when we found them we settled for coffee and a slice of ginormous chocolate cake at SoHo Coffee and Tea. You can see some pictures from our walk on his blog.

So, now I’m sitting at home with the kitties doing laundry and wishing Christmas wasn’t over so soon.

Yeah, me. Weird, eh?

I really didn’t sign up for this much work.

FUCKING LIMES!!!!Oh yeah, I did.


Really, when they said “you’re going to work your ass off” I really didn’t think it was going to be this bad… and it’s not even Saturday. Sunday is going to kill me. Really. If you don’t see a post here for a few days, someone come by my house and feed lydia and plato, because I am probably curlled up in a fetal position somewhere moaning something about Miller Lite and limes.

Fucking limes.

I never want to see another lime as long as I live. Ever. I mean that. I will strangle a bitch if someone ever so much as shows me something lime green after Monday night.

Key lime pie, however, will be allowed. Mmmmm, pie.

Seriously, as completely devistated as I feel, it’s actually really fun. I mean, it’s not hard per-se. It’s just…. constant.

Limes. beer. cups. ice. beer. napkins. vodka. beer. ice. beer. straws. cut more limes. napkins. olives. ice. trash. vodka. limes. limes. beer. limes. cups. napkins. “VINCENT! I NEED MORE LIMES!” beer. ice. trash. vodka. olives and limes and lemons. napkins. straws. “I NEED LIMES!” trash. ice. beer. napkins. vodka. beer. ice. “MORE LIMES!!” Limes. beer. cups. ice. beer. napkins. vodka. beer. ice. beer. straws. cut more limes. napkins. olives. ice. trash. vodka. limes. limes. beer. limes. cups. napkins. “VINCENT! ARE THERE ANY LIMES?” beer. ice. trash. vodka. olives and limes and lemons. napkins. straws. “LIMES! LIMES! LIMES!” trash. ice. beer. napkins. vodka. beer. ice. “WHERE’S MY FUCKING LIMES!?!!”

The coolest thing happened tonight though. As I’m running around, flying through doors and such, this guy at the bar is watching me. Not like checking me out, but watching. (He was cute those, so I was hoping he was checking me out. :)

Then, as I’m in the back icing down the beer, he peeks in the door to the alley. I stop him and tell him he’s not allowed back there. He then says…

“Hey, I was watching you. I work at the Bourbon House(?) and I do what you do. I just wanted to give this to you.”

He hands me a $20 bill.

I had to have some weird expresion on my face, but I managed to say thanks about thirty times and he finishes it off by saying “You’re working your ass off, I can tell.”

It’s weird. I’m doing all of this to make enough money to pay rent next week, kind of expecting a ton of money but at the same time not getting my hopes up and that one comment made it all worth it if I don’t get squat.

I don’t think I’ve ever really worked this much before… and let me tell you, fuck this shit… Give me a desk job anyday. lol

No really. I didn’t get your name (edit: it’s Robert. I saw him tonight and he’s got a husband already), but thanks. Not to be a big whiney baby, but I haven’t really gotten any feedback from the bartenders… so I have no idea if they think I suck or not. None of them have really yelled at me or anything though and I’m pretty sure they know I’m not sitting in the breakroom doing my nails or anything. I guess I’ll find out on Tuesday when I get my money.