A correction, of perhaps just a lucky chance..

Wednesday night I went out on the town with my friend Jason. We started at Metro but didn't stay long. We were forced to go upstairs after I ran into an old co-worker of mine. He's fine but his boyfriend is a total ass and I cannot stand him. He's an attorney of some kind. If he were a personal injury attorney I would like to suggest he sue himself; being near him causes the other person to experience severe emotional distress. It's definitely an arm chewing situation. As soon as I saw the guy he started in right away on how New Orleans is totally unlivable and it's sinking and blah blah blah...Armchair quarterbacking and speculation after speculation on a topic he clearly knows nothing about.

The next stop was English Ivy's where we ran into John F, a friend and often commenter to this blog. We tried our best to get him to venture with us to, you guessed it, the Unicorn club. Even after a shot of Jager John was able to resist our plans to corrupt him.

Now for those who read my recent post about the Unicorn it is that post that I must re-vamp.

There weren't many people in the place so we took our drinks and headed to the back 40, our usual spot. We had seen a couple of boys, one of two of whom were actually attractive and seemingly not looking on the floor in case another dancer's crystal had slipped from their sock. There was a man seated a little ways ahead of us and eventually I got a good look at the dancer who was "working" him. He was very hot...And eventually came over to us and talked. It turns out his name is Sebastian (which I'm sure is his real name) and he's new to dancing there. After I saw him dance I realized that new was only half the problem, that rhythm and grace had obviously skipped him. He was, however, adorable. Skinny, smooth and I was shocked when he said he was 26. There has only ever been one Sebastian at the Unicorn, the one we affectionately dubbed "dogfaced monkey boy." He had an unfortunate face (My friend Tim described this look perfectly - "If I had a face like that I'd shave my ass and walk backwards) but a beautiful compact body and would delight us with his one handed vertical pushups. That's right, he would flip himself up like a handstand with his legs against the pole and then go into one handed pushup's. We asked this new Sebastian if he could do that; alas he didn't even want to attempt it but he did get down and do some regular push up's for us so we were mostly sated. Tempting as it might have been to stay there for another round we headed off to OP's for pool and the eventual blackout...

I stand by my earlier thought that the Unicorn has seen better days (and yes, sadly, there actually were better days there) but the old girl isn't completely washed up so I will retract my verdict of DOA that I issued to the Unicorn and reserve a grade until I have made another inspection...

The Aforementioned Snow...

Here is the aforementioned snow...

This is the backyard of the house where I used to live and am currently staying. In all fairness I should point out that all of this snow was completely melted by 2 pm. Nonetheless, it snowed.

I'm not kidding around this time...

I woke up this morning just before 9 am. (Martha comes on at 9 and Betty White was on today!) I opened up my blinds to see a blinding snowstorm had fallen in the night and was still coming down! Okay so it wasn't blinding but there is snow on the ground and it's sticking.

Blech!

I almost forgot....

I hope none of you rode in an open convertible today...

Singing Sad Songs in a Big Old Barn...

In March of 2005 I flew up to Indianapolis from New Orleans for a quick visit. Specifically I was coming to see the Elton John concert. My friend Jason had purchased tickets and wanted me to go with him to the show. He had a free flight on Southwest, so I took it and flew up for the show. Two days before I left, Elton cancelled due to illness. I already had the time off and the ticket so I came up to Indy anyway. While I was here Jason said, "So you're going to come back in November when he has re-scheduled the concert, right?" and I said "No, I think one trip for a concert is enough, you can find someone else to fill my spot in November." Famous Last Words.

Here I am, in November, in Indiana. The concert was last Saturday night and it would also be the first time I would see the inside of Conseco Fieldhouse, the arena where the concert took place. This is Conseco Fieldhouse below. Doesn't this building look like a big brick barn? In addition to this the city is building another one for the football team that looks similar to this. The farming reputation of Indiana is proudly represented as it seems we can't get an architect who knows how to build anything other than a pole barn. Oh and the new one for the football team is going to have a retractable roof. Yes a retractable roof despite the fact that the majority of the football season is played in the late fall and early winter.


The company Jason works for owns half of a suite so we were seated quite comfortably in a space about the size of my old studio apartment next to the pub. It was quite nice and we ordered up a bottle of Crown (which we pretty much split between us.) Elton came on and he did a few songs from his newest album, Peachtree Road. I had listened to the album so I was a little familiar with the songs but of course we were all waiting for our favorite old numbers. One of the gentlemen with us kept insisting he was going to sing "Mona Lisa and Mad Hatters" but I knew that was not to be. He did sing most of the "oldies" and though his voice isn't as strong as it once was, it was still a great show and besides, he did sing "Daniel," my favorite Elton song. I am also partial to "Club at the end of the street" and "A word in Spanish" from the Reg Strikes Back album but he rarely plays those.

After the show Jason and I took his straight co-workers and wives to OP's and then to Talbott. They didn't last long and Jason and I had the rest of the night to drink and dance away. I just wish the river wasn't such a long walk here in Indy.

Sunday afternoon I went to the movies with my mother, sister and Jason again. We went to see "Walk the line" the autobiographical Johnny Cash film. I hadn't had high hopes for it's stars, Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon, but I was surprised and impressed by both of them. The film is good, though it touches mostly on Johnny's early life and ends abruptly at the point where he married June Carter. Joaquin and Reese both sang their own parts and both were adequate singers. Reese Witherspoon was an excellent June, but I think she played her a little bit smarter than June actually was. Tyler Hilton played the young Elvis and his small part was done very well. Waylon Payne as Jerry Lee Lewis was a hoot. My mother was telling us that she had seen both Jerry Lee and Johnny Cash in the sixties and that Waylon Paynes impersonation was right on to how he really played to a crowd.

In other news, my doggies are back living in New Orleans! They came home last Friday and according to Jeff they are quite adjusted to being home already. I can't wait to see them and it's just a little over a month until I am back living in NO full time.

Before I part I want to wish all my fellow evacuees who are living in Houston a very happy Thanksgiving, and enjoy the Bayou Classic!

There is an entry coming up about my sister buying a car, but I don't have the strength today.

Ciao for now!

Memorial...

I am sad to report the death of a friends father. My New Orleans readers all should be familiar with the boy who I refer to as "my brother Michael." Last week his father passed away. I knew about it then but wanted to wait until his obituary was listed in the paper. The family was able to hold a funeral yesterday. Michael's father was a really wonderful man who often came out with Michael for drinks in the afternoon. I am also friendly with Michael's brother Jimmy and many times saw all three of them together, laughing and enjoying each others company. Their father was a lot of fun, a very genuine person and he will be greatly missed.

Still...

7 pm and the snow is still coming down. The temperature is about 27 degrees. Fuck.

Shut her down Mabel...She's sucking mud

I'm ready to go home now. Really. See, this morning when I awoke from yet another restless night of not sleeping (my body isn't used to not being booze soaked and/or going to bed at 11 pm as I did last night, yes 11 pm) and clamored out of bed I felt cold. Really really cold. There was good reason for that, the temperature was a scant 30 something. I was up early but that was good since I had to run an errand for my mother and an errand for myself this morning. I showered and dressed quickly (lest something very important freeze) but not before slathering yet another round of moisturizer over my dried out skin. Who thought I would miss humidity?

My mother had phoned me yesterday and asked me to go to the box office of the Murat Temple today to buy tickets for her and her friends to see the traveling Broadway show "Miss Saigon." She asked me if I wanted to go but I declined, sighting my fear of falling helicopters. I have been to this place for other shows. Once I was horrifically witness to Ralph Machio in "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying." Having been here before I thought I knew where the box office was located. I was wrong. Keeping the aforementioned 30 something temperature in mind I parked as close as possible. Walking up to the doors I was assaulted by SNOW! It was snowing harmless little flurries but dammit it was still snow. Bundled in my big black coat I raced for the building to escape the cold but found the door locked because I was on the wrong side of the building. Thinking I could simply walk down to the next entrance I pulled my coat over my freezing face and headed onward. By the time I realized that I was going to have to walk all the way around the building I was closer to the real door than my car so I pressed on and finally made it into the entrance. There were already three people in line, the front of the line being held up by a woman with a child in a cheap plastic stroller. She was wearing gray sweatpants and a nascar jacket. Given that the next two big shows were Mudvane and Larry the Cable Guy, I felt safe in my assumption of which show she would be attending. I wasn't wrong this time. This kid was wearing only a thin little jacket and I was surprised when she even put the kids hood up before pushing out into the cold. .

My tickets bought I ran back to my car (as quickly as one can run in a knee length black coat) and hurried on to the restaurant. My assessment of the cold was proven correct when the mailman Chris came in and even he had abandoned his shorts for long pants.

Other than the cold there is nothing new to report. The highlight of my week thus far has been to realize that Neil Patrick Harris is once again on television in a show called "How I Met Your Mother." I love my little doogie.

December 9th is going to be a great day. Stephen Lynch in Bloomington. YES!

I leave for a brief vacation the Sunday after Thanksgiving to Las Vegas and then a couple of days in Houston to visit Paulie and Jon. (personal note to David Jack, e-mail me your phone number at law1971@aol.com so I can call you and we can meet up while I am in town.)

Hope all is well with all of my faithful readers....

A change in my blog

For my regular readers (and more specifically commenters) there has been a slight change in my blog. From now on you will have to do a word verification to comment on my blog. I did this to avoid automated comments from online businesses. Sorry for the extra step but I really could give a shit less about doll dress making or wood-working or any of the other auto comments I have been receiving and then having to go back and delete.

Smooch,

YankeeNexile

No, I have not become a bottom....

This is a picture taken by Mattie P. when he was visiting Indy a few weeks back. We traveled south to Brown County State Park and to a little artist community called Nashville. I was looking for a smaller version of this sign but this was the only one we found.

A day at the races...

Monday night entertainment in Indy is pretty few and far between. Years ago my Mondays were spent gathered with friends to watch Melrose Place or Ally McBeal. Afterwards we would usually go to Metro and have a drink, many times the only customers in the place. During visits to Indy over the last several years I found out that the Unicorn had a special "drink and drown" on Monday nights. Five bucks and you could have all the draft and well drinks you wanted. A bargain indeed and let's face it, after the first few well drinks, you can't taste anything anyway. For those of my readers unfamiliar with the Unicorn, let me give you some details. The Unicorn is a gay strip club which has been there forever. It burned down back in the early 90's and what rose from the ashes was pure mulch. Actually that's not true, I've spent many a happy night in the Unicorn and done many a trashy thing inside her doors. I'll leave the details to the vivid imaginations of my readers. The set up is pretty simple. In the middle of the room is a small stage, ringed by two brass (ish) poles. At one end is a shower which is used almost as infrequently as the showers in most of the dancers homes. There is seating on either side of the stage but most of the "action" goes on in the darker recesses of the back area, known affectionately to my friends and I as "the back 40." The dancers come out and do their set and then they circulate the room working tips. Some of them say "are you having fun" as they size you up for whatever amount they can score. Others (these would be the demure ones) ask "would you like a dance?" which is a keyword for them grinding their tattered thong against your crotch as you shovel the ones their way. I have been going to the Unicorn since I was 21 and can't remember ever being as turned off and repulsed by it as I was tonight. It should be mentioned at this point that I once bartended at this bar for a very short period of time. After I quit I was still a patron, usually once a month or so I would find myself perched on a stool in the back 40 waiting for my favorite boy to strut his stuff onstage. It may seem odd to wax nostalgic over time spent in a seedy strip club but I feel that I must. Gone are the dancers my friends and I all went to see, the Todd's, the Kyler's, Cole, Dog-Faced Monkey Boy and his one handed push-up's. What's left is a gaggle of, well, I'm not sure what to call them. I would say crystal freaks but then they would be thin. Fat, Nelly and Hopeless was what I saw tonight. It made me think of what a Wilson Phillips reunion tour would be like. The boys were nelly and/or disgusting. I've never seen so many overweight dancers and keep in mind, I work at the pub. There was one boy I thought was attractive until he appeared for his second set in a fedora like hat which convinced me he was having a Velma Kelly moment. As he spun himself around the poles I wanted to scream out "Cassie, there is no release in the head!" Sadly, he was the best there was to offer. I did enjoy the performance of another boy who was so intoxicated that he could barely stand let alone fake any rhythm. After the tenth or eleventh time he spun himself nearly into a comma I lost interest but not before noticing he was wearing white socks and sandals. Truly, truly, the ass in class.