The Devil Wears Prada

Last night Doc and I went to see the Devil Wears Prada. It was good. It was funny. It was also predictable and mindless. That was exactly what I wanted and needed on a Sunday. Meryl Streep is hilarious. That Hathaway chick was good, but there is still something about her that irks me. I haven't figured it out yet. It might be the ginormous teeth. I did remark that movies like that make me wish I was a chick so I could run around obsessed about clothes. Wait, I'm a gay man, I kind of do that already. I'm not as much of a clothes whore as some gays I know. I never think anything looks good on me so I don't spend a fortune. I am a bit polo-obsessed. I buy the same Lacoste polos over and over in the same colors because I hate it when they fade. But all in all, I'm boring. BORING. Girls have more fun, and undoubtedly spend more money on their clothes. Undoubtedly my favorite part of the movie is how Meryl's character walks into the office every day and slams her coat and purse down on her assistant's desk and marches into her office. I would kill to have a job where I can march my stiletto wearing ass in and slam my couture on the desk and demand my scolding hot Starbucks. Actually I do that now, only no one pays any attention to me and I have to go get my own Starbucks.

After the movie (where yes, we did hold hands and snuggle again), we went to Rosa Mexicano for dinner. All in all, it was okay. I think they have nothing on Lauriol Plaza, but it wasn't bad. The one thing that really bothered me is that because the restaurant is adjacent to Verizon Center, you get some "salt of the earth" folks in what is a fantastic space. I'd honestly have pictured a dressier crowd, but you had your inevitable hockey jersey Manassas residents out for what must be to them a very expensive night out. Hell, at $12 per margarita, it was expensive even for me. But of course I didn't pay. :)

After dinner, I beat him over the head and dragged him into my den of iniquity. I am seriously in desperate like with this guy. He's leaving in a few days and will be gone for two weeks for work. It is so strange that I feel so close to someone I honestly have only known for such a short period of time. Each time I see him, I like him more. I keep waiting for that honeymoon period of excitement to wear off. Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. I am trying my very best to proceed with caution and not get hurt again, telling myself over and over to relax and enjoy the ride.

Hi, I'm the ex and I'm in 8th grade.

Saturday evening, I went out with friends (the Doc had friends in town so I was on my own) and we hit our local watering hole. About 7 cocktails in, I was feeling great. It's nice to have a "friend" because when you go out, your whole demeanor changes. You feel more relaxed. I wasn't scanning the room for the cute boys who would inevitably ignore me. I was enjoying the company of my friends and for once having a good time out.

Until...

I saw him walking by with that friend I've seen him with several times. The ex walked behind me where I was standing, went about another 20 feet and stopped with this friend. My friends told me to just turn around and not even give him the time of day. Before I could do that, the guy leans in and kisses the ex and they both then turn and look right at me. I just rolled my eyes and turned around. My friends however were absolutely livid. They were in shock that someone could be so juvenile. I honestly didn't know what to say. I wasn't hurt. I wasn't really angry. I was more embarrassed that I had ever cared about someone who could be so stupid. The only solace I could take in the whole situation is the fact the friend, who I guess is more than a friend, is busted. So if he thinks making out with fug in the bar is going to get under my skin, he's incorrect. After all, he was cheating on me for months with fug and busted...does he think kissing it in front of me is going to have a bigger impact? The only impact it has is to make me wonder if I'm in fact busted and ugly since he seems to have a thing for it. Nah, he's just an asshole.

Tonight I will be having a nice movie date with Doc. Nothing like a good looking, brilliant older man to make you smile and realize how great life can be.

Friday Finally

Thank God it's Friday people. I am so done. This week has been long, hot and its time for relaxation and cocktails. I'll be leaving this place not one minute past closing time and going home to nap and sit in the air conditioning. I'm practically giddy thinking about it.

So I've seen Doc the last two nights. He was out of town briefly and upon returning, he dropped by to see me and we watching some tv and cuddled on the couch. Then last night I went over to his place and stayed the night. Today we had lunch together. He was running errands around town and stopped by to take me out to lunch. *sigh* It is odd to think we've only known each other a short time. I've told most of my friends about him, though not in any great detail. I am definitely waiting for them to meet him. I want to be sure this will last more than a month before getting anyone else involved.

On a side note, I hate the Pussycat Dolls. I think they look like trashy transvestites that lip sync badly. The only redeemable one is the sort of asian looking one that leads the group. This is probably why you never actually see close ups of the other girls. In any case, Dontcha Wish Your Girlfriend is the worst and most overplayed song I have ever heard. I didn't like it from the first moment I heard it. That all said, I do really like their new single Buttons with Snoop Dogg. I'm ashamed of this, but I do play it walking home and find myself strutting like a whore on 17th Street. Oh how I hate you PCD for making me like you. Bitches.

So rumor has it that Tori gets squat from Aaron Spelling's estate. Her slut mom who was totally banging the help is clearly cutting her off. While I think Tori is a hag and a terrible actress, no one deserves to have their slutbag mom steal away the money they clearly deserve for being lucky enough to be born into the Spelling family fortune. Screw you Candy Spelling. Candy? I mean really, what trailer park did Aaron pick you out of?

Okay it's nearly quitting time. Everyone have a safe and fabulous weekend filled with air conditioning and cocktails.

Lance Bass Gay? Big Shocker

*note sarcasm*

Is this shocking to anyone? The only thing shocking to me is that he's dating starfucker Reichen Lechwhatever. And for whatever reason is good friends with Christina Applegate. And that he's looking like Janice Dickinson lately. Dude, lay off the botox.

Just Say No to Crocs

I'm not sure where this "trend" came from or why people think it is fashionable, but Crocs are by far the worst footwear a person can choose to sport. My mom owns a pair, and if that isn't reason enough for everyone to stop wearing them, the fact that they are absolutely, completely fugly should be. My mother is also diabetic and they make Crocs that are comfortable for those who suffer from neuropathy of the feet. So she has an excuse. I'm not sure I think diabetes is enough reason to wear these things, but I'll let her slide, she is my mother after all.

However, if you are not my mother, you should not ever be seen wearing these shoes. Okay fine, if you have a pool or you're going to a beach, I can maybe see the draw these shoes have. However, you can just buy flip flops or something. Crocs are just simply too ugly for public.

A coworker just received a pair in the mail. In green. Bright green. I nearly lost my shit when I saw her walk by and she waved them at me, smiling her sadistic smile, taunting me with ugly footwear. She knows I loathe Crocs and she knows how to push my buttons.

Please...people. Just say no to Crocs. There are alternative forms of footwear that don't violate decency laws or nauseate those of us who are forced to see these clunky, fugly shoes on your feet. Isn't the world already going through enough? Think of the war torn countries in the Middle East. Do you really want to add to that misery by wearing your Crocs in public? Or ever? I didn't think so.

Oh and don't try burning them, it's best to just bury them in the backyard. I hear they are chemically coated to keep your feet from getting funky (is that not reason enough to not wear these shoes) and I would hate for someone to burn their neighborhood down trying to destroy the abomination that is the Croc.

Thank you for listening!

And then there were two...

Last night was my second date with someone we will from here on refer to as Doc. I can't take credit for that, my friend decided to call him that. I thought it was cute, so that's what we're going with here.

We had a very nice dinner and then I went with him for coffee. He had to do a lot of work and since what he does enthralls me, I was plenty entertained watching him work on it. We sat beside each other on the couch at the coffee shop. I was reading a magazine and giving him advice on color schemes for his presentation he was working on. I kept putting the magazine up in front of our faces so no one else could see us and he'd give me a kiss on the cheek. At dinner he'd hold my hand under the table and he likes to look over at me and wink. Which maybe sounds corny but it is really very sexy.

It is so weird to me to like someone so much after only having just met them. I would never say it was love at first sight because I know you cannot love someone until you really know them. This guy could end up being a complete jerk for all I know, so I would never use the phrase "love at first sight." However, so far, he is fantastic. He seems interested in me, so my concern he is not interested is limited. Though I'm also incredibly insecure so of course I do think about that. I've decided to not get all woman and start planning my wedding or anything. I'm going to just enjoy this for what it is and see where it goes. I do not know enough about him, or him about me yet to think beyond that.

Speaking of that, I tried to ask him a lot about where he's from, his family and what not. He did not seem very open to discussing that and I sensed that his relationship with his family isn't anything like mine. I let it go, but am worried that so much of his life is wrapped up in his work that I don't know if there is anything else about him beyond that. Not that his work isn't impressive enough, but I cannot carry on a conversation about it day in and day out. I need to be able to talk about politics, current affairs, Big Brother, some trashy novel I'm reading and have someone get that as well. I'm not saying he wouldn't, only that I don't know yet. But I cannot wait to find out.

Doc is out of town for work for a few days so I have a few days to get my wits about me. I cannot wait to see him again!

A first date...

Last night I had my first date since the ex. I decided it was time to get off my ass and put myself out there. I'm not getting any younger. And I'm lonely. So last night, I enjoyed the company of a very nice man. We went and saw a movie.

The movie was okay. Not as good as some of M. Night Shyamalan's other movies, but it was not completely terrible to sit through. The company however was definitely fantastic. I was very nervous, it was sort of a blind date. Halfway through the movie, our arms were sharing the armrest and we'd take turns pushing them closer to each other until they were resting side by side. Then I felt his finger lightly brush my hand. Shortly after, we were holding hands. I have absolutely no qualms about holding hands when on a date with someone, even if we are gay and people might stare. By the end of the movie we were both leaning towards each other, heads just a few inches apart, his arm looped around my arm and him holding my hand. It has been a long time since I've felt the thrill of such attention. I was like a teenager.

After the movie we went for a walk. Then we realized the Metro was no longer running. So I invited him back to my place so we could call a cab for him. Clearly we could have just waited for one to pass, but I knew I wanted to kiss him and while I may not have qualms about holding hands in the theater, I'm not about to make out with him on the street corner like some hooker. So back to my apartment we went.

I'll save the lurid details of the events that occurred after. Needless to say we got a bit fresh for a first date. And we had talked about not getting fresh because I guess we both were worried that it might screw things up and clearly we both were interested in pursuing this further. He told me that I was "sexy as hell" (clearly he's a genius). He even made a comment at the movies about how we should go see another movie another time. I ended up driving him home, we shared a good night kiss and hopefully we'll see each other again this week.

He's a fantastic guy. He's brilliant and handsome. The conversation flowed well and he was definitely easy to talk to. He's the perfect height and while a bit older than I am, is someone I could certainly see myself dating. I still have time to pick him apart and figure out what's wrong with him. :) In the meantime, I'm going to hopefully enjoy his company a little more.

Yay for me!

Someone we know...

may have gone to happy hour at a bar in Adams Morgan that shall remain nameless *cough* the Mill *cough* last night with two coworkers for "a drink" which ended up being three hours of drinking two pitchers, several shots and huffing down a pack of cigs. Someone we know may have told the bartender that the girl serving shots of some rank beer had crabs and he should stop chatting her up. Someone we know may have also told the same bartender that my coworker who has the hots for him one time threw up on herself while driving home drunk. Someone we know, in collaboration with another coworker, may have taken 12 empty shot glasses and put them in other coworker's Vera Bradley bag and then turned her into the bartender for stealing them. Someone we know may have also met an underground caucasian rapper named after an 80s arcade game who was trying to hawk his debut CD for $5.00 and asked said rapper if he was as good as K-Fed. Someone we know may have gotten home, drunk dialed up, emailed several people with not-so-nice thoughts and then passed out fully dressed still wearing contacts. Someone we know also woke up at 3am, still on couch and dressed, thanking baby Jesus that I didn't have to work, then realizing that it's only Thursday and I do have to work, cussing and crying and then passing out again in bed...still wearing clothes and contacts.

I don't know who that was, but that's what I heard...

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Marriott goes "Smoke Free"

Smoking in "public" places has been a hot topic here in the District in recent months/years and with the pending smoking ban not only here in DC but in major cities across the United States, Marriott makes a bold announcement that in September, all of their hotels across the United States and Canada will go "smoke free" in all public areas as well as guest rooms. They are not the first lodging organization to make this move, but certainly the largest.

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am completely against government-imposed smoking bans in privately-owned businesses. Keep in mind that even in cities with smoking bans, smoking in your hotel room is still legal if designated a smoking room. Marriott had no reason to make this move other than based on it being a wise business decision on the part of the company.

Business owners should be able to make a determination for their own business as to whether activities such as smoking should be allowed inside their establishments. While I have been known to smoke, particularly when drinking, I will freely admit it is a horrible habit and one that undoubtedly kills. And I am sure with the looming smoking ban in the District, I will likely curb most all of my smoking habit since I will no longer be able to combine smoking and drinking. Smoking, however, is done voluntarily and whether it seems fair to say or not, frequenting bars or restaurants where smoking is allowed is also done voluntarily. As a patron, or even as an employee of such establishments, you have made a choice to patronize or work in an establishment that allows smoking. Therefore, you cannot expect the conditions to change because of personal preferences. And you cannot claim a violation of your "rights." When you patronize a privately owned establishment where smoking is allowed and you are aware of that fact, your "rights" are in no way violated when you choose to enter that establishment. The government forcing businesses to make such decisions unwillingly violates the very idea of a free market. A government-imposed ban is not only immoral, but also unneccessary.

Market conditions have shown that there is a market for "smoke free" establishments, whether bars, restaurants or in this case, hotels. Marriott has made a decision based on market conditions and out of concern for their employees. Bravo to them for showing that a free and open market can regulate itself without government intervention. This is how it should work.

Carrie Reads #2

In today's edition of Carrie Reads, I will be reviewing my new favorite CD: Panic! At the Disco's A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.


I bought this from iTunes a few days ago and have been playing it non-stop. I heard their first single, "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" a couple of months ago and really liked it. My new favorite song from the album is Track #4: "Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks." I can't place why their music reminds me of something, but it does. And I like whatever it is. And it is NOT Fall Out Boy, who they are often compared to. I like Fall Out Boy as well, but they are totally different bands if you ask me.

So if you're looking for a new, quirky kinda sound with solid beats that you can bob your head to on the metro, I recommend A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.

BB7 Live Blogging

I'm a little under the weather and have been glued to this couch for hours now hoping to feel better. Thankfully BB7 is on and that always makes me happy.

*I am loving how they are playing up the Howie and Will romance. I've said it once and I'll say it again, Howie would be so fun in bed. I'd let him hit this for sure. Let's hope Dr. Will does the same. That could make for a hot summer in the BB house.

*I hate Alison. If she doesn't go tonight, I'll be so pissed.

*Danielle thinks she is very important. Whoa, she's allied herself with Chicken George. That's sure to get her far. *note sarcasm* I want her to go, but Alison is dangerous to my Janelle so she has to go this week.

*I hate Boogie Mike. I've always hated him. He is such a tool. Does he think he's black? I don't get it.

*Does Jase ever wear a shirt? I mean he has a nice body and it does distract me from his hair, but seriously, put on a shirt.

*Most useless housemates: Nakomis, Chicken George and Erica. I mean I don't think they have even shown Erica so far tonight. How did these three get into the house?

*Marcellas is a moron. He said, "how do you choose between gonorrhea or the clap?" Um, gonorrhea is the clap.

*Julie is totally calling Howie out on his crush on Will. I LOVE it. He is also rocking the fauxhawk. Hmmm.

*Breaking News: Jase puts on a shirt. The hair, however, is still unfortunate. Oh wait, I've actually gotten to see what he has on. An argyle sweater vest with nothing underneath and a tie. Maybe the shirtless thing isn't the worst thing after all.

*Ugh. Diane voted to Evict Danielle. I mean strategically maybe that is good for her, but come on! Would you want to keep a snake like Alison around?

*Jase just said Janelle is the biggest threat. That's right, recognize bitch. I have a feeling no matter who gets HOH from here on out, if Janelle is not HOH, she's going to be on the block.

*Yay. Chicken George voted to evict Alison. I think Boogie Mike and Will will vote to evict Danielle. Nakomis and Diane as well. So if Marcellas votes to evict Danielle, Alison will have five votes of eviction and so will Danielle. I think that is likely. I think without a doubt James, Kaysar, Howie, Erica and Chicken George will evict Alison. So either Alison goes or there's a tie. With two HOHs, I'm not sure how that gets resolved.

*Basically the whole segment on Alison's ex boyfriend in the house and her current boyfriend just illuminates the fact that she's a dirty whore. Her new boyfriend is a tool and I love how CBS plays this dork ass music when he talks to accentuate that fact.

*Kaysar evicts Alison. Nakomis evicts Danielle. So far it's going as I predicted. I predict a tie. I could only see Erica or Marcellas waivering, but I think a tie is most likely. If Marcellas is smart, he'll keep Danielle and remove her later. If a tiebreaker is a physical competition, Danielle is screwed and Alison will end up staying.

*Oh wow, not at all a tie. I was SO off. Lord. So Boogie Mike and Will and Marcellas voted off Alison. That is shocking! In any case, I am absolutely ecstatic she is gone! I feel like this was the best move for Janelle, Kaysar and Howie. I predict that Jase will align with Boogie Mike and Will and take on BB6. I also predict that Howie will tag Dr. Will's ass. Okay well maybe I just hope he will, but still...

*Alison apologizes for her comments about Janelle. I give her credit for that. I don't understand how people are so different outside the house than inside. Then again, maybe she's just really as fake as lee press-ons.

*New HOH for this week: KAYSAR! BB6 is safe another week! Will or Boogie Mike must go this week.

Weird

Last night, my ex boyfriend that I dated when I first moved to DC (not to be confused with the most recent one that I talk about constantly) instant messaged me last night. It's been three years since we've spoken. We dated on again and off again for nearly two years. We see each other out and about all the time, but never speak. I assumed he hated me. Our relationship was insane. We were young and stupid and emotionally immature and drove each other absolutely crazy. I'd like to think I've grown a lot since then.

I am not sure how I feel about us talking. I feel like there has to be some motivation, but as for what, who knows?

Thoughts on BB7

Yeah, this is a few days late, but I've been busy. And by busy I mean drunk. And by drunk I mean very drunk. Forgive my tardiness.

My only thought is that Janelle rocks my world and if Alison isn't off this week, I'll throw up. I loathe her. She's such a stirrer.

Oh and word of advice to the BB6 crew, don't trust James. He is going to align himself with whoever he thinks will help him. He has zero loyalty to the rest of you. I think you need to also pull in Erica (I think that's her name) and Jase, though do not fully trust either of them. This would be a pretty powerful alliance if Alison is gone.

Big Brother 7

So tomorrow night is the next episode of Big Brother 7: All Stars. I am more than excited that Janelle is back in the house, especially since she's back with Howie and Kaysar. After watching last week though, I'm not sure I'm going to enjoy this season as much as I thought I would. I live for Big Brother usually. I mean really, a bunch of people in a house forced to live together for THREE MONTHS and the whole premise is to kill or be killed. It's like Real World, but so much better. Last season, the ex and I would watch the show together religiously. He loved it as much as I did. And then we'd pause to discuss what people needed to do to stay in the house. Once an episode was over, we'd go out on the balcony, fire up a cigarette and keep discussing strategy. I know, we're both dorks, but it was a ritual for us and one that I enjoyed a great deal. After watching last week, I realized how much I miss that and how watching the show just isn't the same without him there. I've been so tempted to email him just to see if he's watching it. I know that is not a good idea, so I refrain, but it is always small silly things like that that make you feel like you've not really made the progress you thought you had in moving on from something or someone.

Damn you Big Brother. Damn you indeed.

I guess you all will have to be the boyfriend substitute, so prepare yourself for upcoming blog postings on what I think about BB and what Janey needs to do to win this game.

Adventures on Fire Island

As mentioned a few weeks back, I was invited by someone I met on vacation in April to come up to Fire Island and spend the 4th of July with him and his housemates. I had been quite nervous about going, picturing Fire Island as some big circuit party filled with speedo-clad muscle men cracked out of their minds and ignoring a boring queen like myself. I was also a bit nervous about perpetuating any potential involvement with this gentleman that I had met in April. I knew I was not interested in dating him or sleeping with him (again), but was not entirely sure he felt that way and didn't want my acceptance of his invitation to be any indication that he'd be getting into these pants.

So I took the train up on Saturday morning, which oddly enough was my first time taking Amtrak anywhere. Typically if I'm going up to NYC, I would drive or fly, the train just seemed overpriced and took only slightly less time than driving. However, getting to Fire Island isn't exactly easy. If you don't decide to drive there, your option is basically to take the Long Island Rail from Penn Station in Manhattan and then transfer at some point on Long Island. Then you continue on the train to Sayville, where you have to catch a shuttle to the ferry and then take a ferry to Fire Island. I just figured since Amtrak would get me right to Penn Station, that would be the easiest way to go. And it really was far easier than I expected. Of course I overpacked because I'm gay and had bought about $300 in new clothes for this weekend. Jumping from train to train to train to shuttle to ferry was a bit of a pain with a large suitcase, but what can you do? A bitch needs her outfits.

While waiting for the ferry to arrive and whisk me off to the gay island of fire, I scanned the men in line to see what I was going to be faced with for the next four days. Once determining that these queens with their Range Rovers and Jack Russell Terriers weren't all that intimidating, I boarded the ferry and hit the island. The house I was staying in is located in the Pines so we dock there and I meet up with my friend and head out to the house. The house was great, large with a pool and two treehouses outdoors. I met the other roommates, an odd foursome these queens make. The guys were very gracious and hospitable and made me feel quite at home.

We spent the first two days laying on the beach where I am happy to say I got a decent tan. The men were hot, but not overwhelming in any way. I didn't end up feeling quite as self conscious as I expected in that environment. I will say it helped that public nudity is encouraged on the beach there, much to my surprise and fortunately, or unfortunately I suppose, most of those who chose to disrobe were FUG. Fat naked men and lesbians with saggy breasts and hairy asses. No! Awful. However the beach was great overall. The water was unfortunately too cold to swim and it was quite windy, but kept it from getting too hot. Every night we would shower and dress and head down to "Low Tea" which was at a bar at the dock where the ferry comes in and would drink until about 7:30pm and then head to "High Tea" which was two bars down and located on the second floor above one of the nightclubs. Then at around 9pm, we headed back home to cook and have dinner, typically with new friends in tow. Then back out again, usually to the Sip 'n Twirl, a nice dance club. I actually ran into quite a few DC gays as well as some "D-List" celebrities such as Jai Rodriguez from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

On Monday night, two friends of one of the housemates, a couple arrived on the island. After dinner, we headed out to Sip'n'Twirl and one of the boys in this couple proceeded to get quite flirtatious with me and a bit handsy, grabbing my ass several times. I didn't really react or egg him on simply because I had just met him and his boyfriend and had no idea what the status of their relationship was, such as whether they "played" together with other boys. Well after a short bout of this assgrabbing, the other guy leans over to me and says that he and his boyfriend will be in the treehouse back at the house in 15 minutes. Oh my! Not sure what to think, I just winked and turned back to the other guys. After about 10 minutes, I announced that I was tired and was going back to the house. Drunk, stumbling, I made my way back and found the couple fixing cocktails. Of course I asked for one and we then headed out to the treehouse. I won't go into sordid details but needless to say, I found myself naked and in coitus with these two new friends. After a short interlude, the one who had originally been so flirtatious decided that he was too drunk and thought we should stop. Ehhhhhheeeemmmm. I don't think so. The boyfriend, clearly as annoyed by this coitus interruptus as I, decided his boyfriend should just be ignored. Not sure where this was headed, but figuring it was nowhere good (like I shouldn't have figured that out already), I decide to let these two work this out, threw on my clothes and headed inside to make another cocktail.

Minutes later they are screaming at each other. Not sure what to do exactly, I drink my cocktail, smoke a cigarette and watch this spectacle from down by the pool. And just to make this even more uncomfortable, all of the housemates return right in the midst of this drama. Seeing the two arguing, they of course ask me what is going on. Clearly I was not going to admit that I had returned home to get spit roasted by these two boys and now everything had collapsed into drama, I just said I had no idea what was going on. As the two continue to argue, one keeps bringing up "him" saying things like, "you were the one who wanted him to come back with us" and "I was having fun with him and you had to start" and such. Then everyone is asking who "him" is. Again, I deny all. The argument escalates and their friend takes them outside where I suppose my name was mentioned. For the rest of the weekend, the housemate would look at me and smile and tell me how I'm such a homewrecker. He was kidding of course, the couple was fine the next morning once they sobered up, but I was thoroughly embarrassed. Can't a girl have too much to drink, get manhandled at a bar, invited back to a treehouse and find herself in a menage a trois without all the drama? I guess not. Then I think about how likely it would have been had the drama not started that the housemates would have returned and there would have been coitus interruptus anyway once they spy three white asses rolling around in the treehouse. And frankly, that would have been far more embarrassing.

The following day was the 4th of July and we made our way down to the bars for the Invasion. The Invasion is a tradition where a boat full of drag queens from Cherry Grove (the other part of Fire Island where the gays live) invade the Pines. It's actually a fun event and thousands turn out (many in drag themselves) to watch the arrival of the queens. And when I say queens, picture 200+ drag queens rolling off a ferry, being announced by a large drag queen in a purple gown and wig. It was hilarious. There were two Britney Spears, both of whom were chewing gum and throwing around a baby doll, one of which landed in the ocean. There were three Oscar winning beauties dressed like Hilary Swank, Julia Roberts and Nicole Kidman. All in all, it was a lot of fun.

Overall the four days on Fire Island were a ton of fun. The rain held off until we were leaving on the ferry. I got a tan. The bars were full of good, though expensive cocktails, as well as gorgeous bartenders wearing very little. Sidenote: If anyone knows this particular bartender, let him know I love him and want to have his children.

In typical Carrie fashion, I got drunk. And I got laid. And also in typical Carrie fashion, I nearly destroyed a happy couple in my quest to get laid. Needless to say I left my mark on the Island of Fire. And I cannot wait to return...assuming I'm allowed off the ferry next time.

I hope everyone else had as eventful a 4th as I did!

Big Brother 7: All Stars

Oh yeah bitches...Janelle is back! Along with Howie and Kaysar. This shit is on bitches! Everyone is running scared of Big Brother 6! I love it.

Teaser

I'm just getting back from a few needed days off. I will post more later on those adventures but as a teaser, the posting will likely discuss:

Fire Island
a treehouse
a threesome
tan lines

More to come. :)