Sunday Evening

Last night I went to see the movie "The Orphanage", the movie was in Spanish with subtitles and it was a very good movie. I went out with Michael and Chuck. After the movie we went to eat at Grand Szechuan, after a lengthy wait we got a table.

We decided that we would go to Splash bar

after dinner and check out lady bunny djing

The club was pretty packed for a Sunday.

I left about 10pm and walked back to my car

on 22Nd street at 7Th ave. I noticed the streets were eerily quiet and I became anxious walking back to my car. On the way back to New Jersey I starting getting depressed and just felt really sad. I sometimes get so melancholy when Sunday nights hit, and nothing like walking Manhattan on a Sunday evening to put you in that mood.

Christmas Gift Not Wanted

This Christmas was spent at my sisters house in Holmdel, New Jersey. My mom is no longer with us and my aunt from my moms side is the only person living from my moms family.

We have always treated my aunt the way we would have treated my mom if she was still alive, but there is one difference, my mom appreciated us, my aunt does not appreciate us.

My sister gave my aunt a coat for the holidays and she put it in one of those Christmas bags you use when you don't want to wrap a box. My aunt pulled the coat from the bag and threw it on the floor and said "Thanks, but no Thanks". My sister was in shock, as was everyone in ear shot.

I noticied the entire day prior, as well Christmas day she was eating everything that had sugar in it. One big problem is that she is diabetic and I really believe this plays a huge part in her

being crazy that day. I know this is not an excuse, but it allows me to understand how dangerous diabetes is. Yesterday, I called her and she was still very defiant and would not back down.

I told her that she hurt my sister and they everyone in the family was in shock at her behavior. She was upset that i didn't see her side. I told her there are only two words that should be said when given a gift and they are Thank you.

Needless to say, guess who is out looking for a new gift that will appease her?

You guessed right! ME!

Should have stayed home.

Sometimes I think we just need to know when to stay home and enjoy the company we have.
New Years eve started out like any of the last few years, we were in East Hampton and friends were arriving about every hour starting in the early afternoon. Last year we had fourteen people for dinner and this year we had only six people.
The dinner was delicious and everyone was really getting into the conversation. About 1030pm we all cleaned up the dishes and started to get dressed to go to a friends house. My friend had about fourteen people there for dinner and our group added more people to the mix.
My friend Joanne was the only girl. I felt really bad for her since I could tell she was thinking another year ringing in the New Year with a bunch of gay guys. She has been part of our group since we met at 14 years old. Now at 46 we would hope she had met a man and created her own life, but that was not to be.
When we left the party she was crying and I could feel her sadness. I went into the darkened room to speak to her and I told her that we all love her. And she said in a whisper, its not enough. I started to feel so bad for her that I didn't know what to do. I promised her tomorrow and the next few days she would feel better. Years ago a few gays guys were her only friends and now it just wasn't enough, and I totally understood.
I started thinking if we didn't go to this other party none of this drama would have happened.