Weekend Report:

I know it's a day late... sue me. I also owe ya'all an mp3 - maybe this Friday will be a Two-fer. Wacky, crazy!

Friday Night:
Typical Friday night happy hour at Hamburger Mary's with the usual suspects. PP made an unexpected appearance. He's not here often enough and when he is, it's usually for just a night and the bastard never calls. It was great to catch up with him. After a few drinks we all headed over to M Modern Gallery for a pre-opening reception for "Bubbles the Artist". Met an interesting woman from Andorra (a country I had never heard of before.) Bubbles work is a very funny mix of folk and outsider art. Surprise guest at the opening - none other than Paul Reubens. Paul is surprisingly mellow. Not that I expected him to be PeeWee or anything, but the man is downright sedate. Still charming and engaging, but very low-key.

Returned home to receive a terrifying message that my (almost) 2 year old niece was in the hospital after having a seizure. She's okay now, it was a reaction to a vaccination but scared the living hell out of everyone.

Saturday Report:
Spent most of the day painting the interior over at the renovation. We had ourselves triple booked for Sat. Night. There was the new neighbors BBQ, the missus had a prior commitment and we were supposed to stop over at the Caliente Tropics at some point for the Equality Awards.

I ended up staying at the BBQ for most of the evening. Our hosts were M and K, two really great guys who just bought the "perfect" house up the street. They moved in last week and decided to invite all of the neighbors over for drinks and some grilling.

Our street is a little one block street that goes nowhere. There are about 18 homes - 14 of which are gay gay gay (we, of course, are the only lesbians and are simply referred to as "The Girls"). It's nice a quiet street, no sidewalks, no streetlights. There's no reason to be on our street if you don't live here. As a result, everyone knows everyone else, but surprisingly enough we've yet to have a neighborhood party.

What a hilarious group of neighbors we have! The prize of the evening was meeting Ginger. I had never actually spoken to Ginger, but I know her husband Al pretty well. I only know Ginger from her car. Everyone knows Ginger's car. Ya just can't miss the Mary Kay Pink Cadillac - and she has the hair to match - a giant blonde beehive. I now know more about the Mary Kay Empire than I ever thought I needed to know. Ginger also entertained us with her hilarious stories of traveling through Europe, Octoberfest and getting lost in Paris - all told in her charming slow southern drawl ... "So I said to Al, dang it, we're lossst! So then I go up to the nearest young person (they're the only ones who speak American over there) and ask them where the heck the Eiffel Tower is! Do you know what they did? They looked at me like I was craaazzzy! So then you know how you talk louder when some doesn't speak english? Well I said it again slowly... WHERE IS THE EIIIIIIFFEL TOWWWWWEER. This girl just pointed towards the sky and walked away! Well, wouldn't you just know it? We were standing right underneath it the whole time. I never even bothered to look up!"

We laughed! Oh how we laughed! Friends, do you think I was going to leave this little show for some awards dinner? No friggin way! Priceless entertainment!

Around 10:00, the missus and I walked back down the block enjoying the warm starlit night. One of the many reasons I adore Palm Springs, the desert night sky is like nothing I've ever seen.

Sunday Report:
My day off. I lounged by the pool most of the day and got a little too much sun (which I am still paying for today). We ordered pizza for dinner and watched our sacred Sunday line-up... Okay Sopanos fans... WTF? That whole dream sequence was too much. "Tony, we have to have some ground rules. For one, you can't keep that horse in here." Too funny. I can't believe there are only two more episodes! I want more!