Well, we did it. We got through two weeks of my mother. my father, my sister, my brother-in-law, a dog, 52 boxes, couches, love seats, a surf board and three guitars all piled into our little 2BR-2BTH condo. My sister in en route to her two year appointment to the WHO and made this little pitstop in Sun Diego, CA before putting everying in storage. Holy Sh*t.

Luckily, not one of those things was here the entire duration of the 2 weeks but it was enough to drive any family to ruin. But I have to say my transient family of gypsies handled it perfectly in stride. With my mother and father sharing over 30 moves (20-something before they even had children) and my sister and I sharing over 15 moves in our young lives, we've seem to have become accustomed to cardboard boxes and strangers dolly-ing our belongings from one side of the country to the other.

So after it was all said and done and the house was quiet my mom stayed on a few days to, as she put it, "get MY life in order." Ha. I love that. So when we had exhausted all of the possible things we could do to "fix me" it was time for some mother/son bonding.

Now, my mom rarely splurges on food or outings for herself but when I got home from the gym, her last night in SD she handed me a page out of a magazine. It was an ad for the 4-Course Dinner For Two promo at Black Angus Steakhouse. First of all--I'm not a huge steak fan. Second of all--I'm not a huge fan of discount steak but, goddammit, if my mom wanted a steak from Black Anus, er Angus we were getting steak!

We decided to do take out and called up the Black Angus and tickled ourselves all the way through the 4-course menu choosing our sides and cuts of meat. We drove over and pulled up and saw the sign. "Stay in your car! We'll bring it to you!" Now I have to take this moment to say this is what's wrong with America: The fact you can get a four course steak dinner and never have to leave your car. Jesus. Yes, this should have been our first red flag that something was very, very wrong.

We paid our $-something dollars and were on our way. Suddenly, I felt my leg getting moist. The entire bottom of the bag was seeping some kind of warm fluid. My mother found her stash of napkins and I was sopping up the mess all the way home.

We finally got in to open our treasure trove to find...one of the most offensive collection of foods I had ever seen. The prawns were sitting in about 1/2" of water. Obviously frozen and shipped from some central warehouse. The fresh garden salad was a mix of iceberg lettuce, carrot shavings and a cherry tomato, obviously packaged somewhere else and shipped. The steaks were charcoal and about as thin as a maxi pad and I'm sure just as absorbent. And the crem del la cream was the dessert! Again, my mother and I decided to treat ourselves and instead of going with the low cal sorbet we went with the Crem Brule! What we got was about 3 tablespoons of baby vomit with some caramel sauce.

Now, while this was one of the most disgusting meals I have ever seen I have to say it was one of the funniest. My mother and I were in stitches for hours as we picked through the edible parts of this meal. It was definitely one of those defining moments in a mother/son relationship where we both had to shake our heads and commiserate. Why didn't we take it back you ask?? Well, jesus, we'd have to go back and get OUT of the car...and, come on, where's the fun in that? God Bless America.

Wow,

I am not even sure where to begin with this blog. I have been slammed the last month and so much has gone on. I kind of feel like July slipped past without anyone noticing. Thanks for the emails checking in to see if I was still around--I am and here we go...

Personal...

As many of you know it was my birthday in early July. The last birthday of my 20s and my friend Angelo planned a crazy fun evening of birthday, booze and boys. (In that order) My mother sent me another wonderful care package with pics of my very first birthday/day after with my sis.







So bring on my 30s...11 months and counting. Ha.

On to politics....

I had a chance to meet with John Edwards last week before the televised LGBT focused debates. it was interesting. Went to a house party fundraiser with my friend Brett of 100 people or so. He came out did his meet and greet then launched into his talking points. I wasn't really surprised or inspired by anything he had to say. He hit all the usual points: global warming, corporate globalization, universal health care, what's wrong with the Bushies and then...Marriage Equality.

Edwards talked about how proud he was of his wife for being able to speak her mind at that, "San Francisco event." That's right, he couldn't bring himself to say the words, "San Fran Pride." He then went on to say he didn't counsel her on the statement and found out her stance by reading it in the paper with the rest of us. Give me break, Mr. Edwards. Do you think any of us believe that you and your people don't construct and counsel every word anyone in your camp says publicly. If it is true, however, I'd be more prone to vote for Elizabeth.

This is when his speech began to go downhill quickly. He went on to say how he is on his own personal journey with the Marriage Equality issue and how his wife is far ahead of him on the issue. It was at this point my blood began to boil. "FAR" ahead??

When it came time for the Q&A I assumed the 80%+ crowd of Gays and Lesbians would grill him on this topic. No such luck. Questions ranged from his relationship with Al Gore to the status of his wife's medical condition. So me being the political loud mouth that I can be raised my hand.

JE: "Yes, young man in the back."

WC: "Yes, Mr. Edwards. Looking around tonight I'd say about 80% of this crowd is gay and lesbian and while I appreciate your stance on supporting civil unions and ending discrimination...I have to ask...what is your objection to marriage equality."

The crowd was silent. John Edwards stuttered a bit.

JE: "W-w-well, I'm going through my own personal journey. As a man begin raised a Southern Baptist I have a lot of work to do on this journey. It's, It's a complicated issue and to be honest with you, I just don't know where I'm going to end up on the issue."

I thought to myself, "DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO END UP ON THE ISSUE???!"

WC: "Well sir, that frightens me."

Again, the crowd was uncomfortably silent.

JE: "Well, you can be frightened. It's a journey we'll be taking together when I'm president."

Wow. My friend Brett turned to me and said, "I'm not voting for your own personal journey."

So, yes, Mr. Edwards. Thank you for your permission to be scared of you and your stance on my civil liberties. Thank you, Mr. Edwards, for bringing a moral and religious question of my family rights for ANOTHER term if you were to be President. Thank you, Mr. Edwards, for being honest enough to prove to me that I can not trust you with my vote for primaries or the 2008 election.



I had little or no interest in taking a photo with the man (as I'm sure niether did he--Ha.) but what you'll do for a mother's wallet photo album. ;)

With that I will end this lengthy blog. I have a lot more to discuss with the LGBT focused debates that aired on Logo last week. A lot more.

Til next time.

-W