"Mordecai is a Drag" Yet Again

"Money! Tickets! Passport! . . . Money! Tickets! Passport!" Mark shrieked as he rushed back into the house to pick up a forgotten boa or accessory for costume change number three. (Side note: Mark as referencing Edina Monsoon from "Absolutely Fabulous", for all the straight people reading this.) Yes, it was the biennial "Mordecai is a Drag V3.0" party at Med's in Raleigh, NC.
The talent was top notch this year even without the professional stylings of Mr. Tim Blair nor the multi talents of Mr. Wayne Wilson. Our hostess, Marion Haste, remained sober and lucid this year as she welcomed Drag performers and audience members alike. The show started with a fabulous Parade of Talent (much like the beginnings of a three ring circus with only slightly fewer freaks). Cherry Penetrada performed Shirley Bassey's cover of Pink's "Let's Get This Party Started", in a Vegas showgirl outfit, complete with rhinestones, feathers, and a headdress reaching to the glorious North Carolina night sky, as all the performers meandered across the stage providing a glimpse of the spectacle to come.

The first performer and hostess, Marion Haste, provided audience members with the Ten Essential Drag Moves in the Drag Tutorial. Moves such as "Pussy on Fire" and "Flick the Booger" or "Stomp the Cockroach" were explained for the novice audience members. She challenged one and all to look for these moves as the evening wore on. Marion also reminded us of the difference between "drag illusion" and "booger drag". I'll leave it to your judgement as to which type of drag was performed this evening.

Other performers provided professional, high quality entertainment all evening long. Carmen Getta was splendid in a pink feather-lined mini with knee-high patent-leather white boots, performing "I'm Always Drunk in San Francisco".

















Marion Haste then returned to the stage and performed the Broadway classic "The Ladies Who Lunch". Well I'll drink to that! Definitely a theme was emerging: these girls love their booze.












Roxanne Gravel continued the show with a rousing latin number from the movie "Kinky Boots" with a quote seared in this reviewer's mind, "In these shoes? I don't think so."
Anita Mann sang a heart stopping, tear jerking rendition of "Over the Rainbow" (the unofficial national gay anthem -- obligatory in parades and at festivals USA-wide.)

Let us not forget our drag kings, either. Pedro Bendemovar used a flaming hoop for a routine to, you guessed it, "Ring of Fire". Our second drag king, Jude the Dude, performed a spririted country song, "All You Ever Do Is Bring Me Down", truly the sexiest farmer-skank around, complete with redneck butt-crackage.

There were too many numbers to list in this recount. Audience members also provided endless opportunities for comment, as most were in drag, good, bad, and ugly.

The party lasted until the final performer packed up her wigs, parasols, makeup kit, and dresses at 2 a.m.

The audience was considerably smaller than in previous years, more of an almost night club casual atmosphere. The talent was infinitely more rehearsed and better, but as insisted upon by our hostess, still Booger. Despite prop failures and a slanted stage, most every talent performed at least twice. Highlights included flying glitter, fizzing Diet Coke, "My pussy, just a silly pussy cat", strobes, a smoke machine, and audience participation dress-up.

The party was the most fabulous magical affair available in the Triangle last Saturday night.

The performance is always the mountaintop arrived through the confluence of creativity, hard work and humor. The performers rarely have the opportunity to enjoy each other as they are preparing backstage in the drag tent and are not in the audience. The next day at Irregardless brunch the talent congregated to trade fables, share photos, and laugh uproariously much to the chagrin of Sunday church-going patrons wanting to enjoy a quiet morning of light jazz and crab cakes. The antics prompted the waitress to ask "Are you comedians?" to which the resound reply came "No -- Drag Queens". Squeals of laughter are good for the soul. Med, or course, has vowed to host this party in another two years and has forbidden any and all to try and gussy it up. Ultimately, as much as it pains me to admit, he is right.

Sunday evening was spent with Rusty and Mark drinking wines most of the evening and solving each other's problems (as well as all the problems of everyone to whom we are acquainted). Another opportunity to reinvigorate the soul.

So gentle readers, if you were absent, you were clearly missed. If you were present, please include your favorite memory in the comments.

I hope you enjoyed just a taste of the oddity, talent, and hilarity.

Write soon!

Other Photos...enjoy!

Audience participation time. Can anyone say uncomfortable straight guy.


"Is this going to be offensive?"


That's a whole lotta intense woman!


A true vision of loveliness in pre-performance relaxation.


Seattle Grunge couple! Delicious.

Lovin' Lynda

The hotel lounge was small, less than two hundred patrons, and the tables were close to the stage. Rusty sat with a maniacal grin the entire time Lynda Carter sang her dozen plus torch songs. We had seats closer to the stage than one can get at Med's Booger drag parties. Rusty has elevated the former Ms. USA, star of cabaret and small screen seventies television, to near iconic status. At different points of the show there were certainly touching tears in his eyes as the emotion of the moment overwhelmed him. The patron's were mostly gay men (duh), a few tourists, and the occasional lesbian (searching for that Wonder Woman feminist inspiration).Rusty brought Lynda Carter's one and only record album with him in the hopes she would sign it, but after the show we never had the opportunity. (Rusty originally purchased the album in 1978). Although I thought he was the uber-fan, another woman was there following Lynda Carter from city to city to catch every show. She not only had the album, she had the album with the embedded picture. We also spoke with a pleasant couple, recent transplants from Arkansas, with a Rusty like devotion to Lynda Carter. Certainly a lovely evening softening the blow of not attending JazzFest this year.

After the show, we met a principal friend and his wife out at AsiaSF, a high end dinner spot with a standard quality drag show. The Drag Queens were OK, but Greg's wife was truly a joy: smart, funny and beautiful. Knowing his affinity for the Divas, Rusty took an instant shine to June and the two managed to entertain each other for much of the evening. As amazing as she is, we clutched our pearls realizing that the record album we had been dragging around all evening was actually one year older than June (ugg...gotta love the young). Good times, friends, truly strange, but good!

FUN IN A BUN

Went to the second oldest gay bar in America, the White Horse (celebrating 75 years next weekend), and met an in house lesbian hot dog vendor. I had to share the madness!

Spring Break Comes to an End

Spring break has passed quickly and here I sit on the eve of going back to work. The big push to the end of the school year bears down and time is flying by too quickly.

For spring break, I flew back to North Carolina to connect with loved ones. Did I get to see everyone? No, the time was too short and the list of loved ones too vast.

Mark Z hosted a wonderful Leprechaun themed party. All were encouraged to wear green and all were also encouraged to drink a horrible concoction called Green Goblin. Party punches are a thing of the past for me favoring instead wines of a little less green nature. The joy of the evening was, of course, reconnecting with wonderful friends.









































Easter was spent with my family, enjoying the rites of spring. North Carolina is just beginning to blossom with daffodils and pear blossoms. The matriarch of the family, Anna, is doing well. She remains busy with bowling leagues, gardening and house projects.

The rest of the family is in good health and continues to enjoy North Carolina.

A visit to North Carolina would not be complete without a visit to the Flying Saucer. Sitting there with a group of friends, I was reminded of a painting by Renoir, entitled "Luncheon of the Boating Party". It's a painting of a group of friends having food and drinks under the canvas of a boat on the Seine.The details of the painting aren't as important as the feeling left in my mind. The painting depicts an almost ethereal moment in time; a perfect split second. This fleeting charmed few seconds forces an overwhelming feeling of contentment washing over the onlooker making him wistful to experience this slice of nirvana. We all have these moments embedded on the Etch-A-Sketch of our minds. My moment is connected to an afternoon under the awning at the Flying Saucer. The warm summer breeze brought the scent of humidity, decaying vegetation, diesel from worker's trucks, and even the cliche of jasmine. The taste of a light summer hefeweissen lingered on my lips. Friends sat around the commandeered tables, the usual suspects of course. The conversation ranged from light to introspective. The infectious joy of laughter flowed as easily as the beer. Everytime I recall this moment, the details are slightly different, as is the case with one's memory. The details aren't as important as the intense feelings of contentment, satisfaction, and strong affection.

This past trip, I sat with several friends at the Flying Saucer recapturing bits of that perfect moment. Home to me is more than a place, rather a collection of our loved ones. So, I always feel at home with the usual suspects. Thanks for showing up and reminding me of all of this wistfulness and evoking these thoughts so uncharacteristic to this German guy.

By the by, side note is that Rusty's plate is back on the wall, so those boycotting the Saucer are free to return. Rusty appreciates your long vigil and encourages you now to move on to other worthy causes.
So back to work before a strong push to the end of the school year. Brace yourself Effie, it's going to be a long one. Love to my peeps! Post note: Sorry to Beth who I kept calling Carmen in my last post. Nothing more than a brain fart.

The Debbie Chronicles [President's Day Weekend]

A trip to the airport, a light dinner at Absinthe, and a few drinks in a Hayes Valley Drag bar (Marlena's)...a pretty normal Friday evening in San Francisco. Our dear friend Debbie came in for the weekend and made certain we are banned from any establishment we normally frequent. Rusty and I, at one point, turned Judas on our weekend hag as we denied association when she contributed a five spot to Empress Cher and was dragged on stage to dance...good lord, please don't upstage the drag queen or we will be having a drag brawl up in 'dis place. Thankfully, all went well. We knew it was time to leave when Debbie began trading cleavage tips with Pauline, a French drag queen pulling off a fierce Edith Piaf. Rusty was the designated driver by default and made sure Debbie and I made it home with absolutely no decorum.
Day two of Debbie's visit was filled with regrets and aspirin and a little hair-a-the-dog. Beth, our favorite un-married pregnant diva, met us in a bar near Ghiradelli Square for much needed Bloody Mary's. Then walking all over the city, including lunch in the Castro, and the mandatory stop at Good Vibrations, a woman owned co-op vibrator store (aka a clean and well lighted place for sex toys). One should picture a boutique shop with vibrators instead of over priced clothes. We walked around enjoying the novelty and I'm sure all secretly developing a shopping list in our head. A quick stop at Medjool, a terrific roof top bar with wonderful humous and pita plates. The bar is tucked in the Mission and provides an amazing view of Twin Peaks, downtown SF, and the Oakland hills. A must see for every visitor to our fair area. We dropped Beth off at her hotel at this point as it was the cocktail hour. It would have been fun to drag our seven months pregnant friend to a bar and give her virgin drinks to raise an eyebrow or two if not pure hostility in the overly PC San Francisco environment.

We ended up at the Lonestar for the beer bust meeting up with our bar friends. Again, Rusty was the default designated driver (Debbie truly brings out the beast in me, and versa vice I'm sure). Rusty reports that at one point someone wanted to see the tatoo on my thigh (Debbie and I have matching Ganesha tatoos- is there nothing that bitch won't steal from me?). Someone needs to remind me when I oblige such requests to ensure I'm not going commando...that's when Rusty wisely decided it was time to go.

Sunday was a day of sight seeing, Yerba Buena center, the MOMA, and shopping at Macy's - where I was berated for my old style jeans and ratty hiking shoes, then harangued into spending money on new jeans, and cool urban Pumas. From elementary principal to BCF (Big City Fag)! We then wandered Chinatown and had a drink at the historic bar, Vesuvio - an old haunt of the beat generation, namely Jack Kerouac.Debbie treated us to our favorite North Beach restaurant, Ideale. I'm a big fan of Puttanesca, an item they don't have on the menu but will make for me when the kitchen is slow. I've truly turned into a demanding BCF. We then went to the Midnight Sun, a stand and model bar, to watch videos and have a few cocktails. A friend from our Ventura, California days turned up. We stopped by his house and then absolutely had to stop on the way to the car at 7-11 for really bad hotdogs (the smell of which is still in my car...ugggggggg).

Monday, Rusty and Debbie met up with Debbie's son (visiting from NY) and her nephew in the city, and I spent a long day of recovering on the couch pretending like I was going to get any work completed. Yes, this was an uncharacteristic weekend, and one I will not be repeating anytime soon. Thanks to Rusty as a caretaker for his unruly boyfriend, a role he is not accustomed to but performed flawlessly.

I miss Debbie already but I think she is forbidden from visiting for at least a month or two allowing my liver to recover. Not since the Aussie Sheila has left have I felt the need for at least a few of the twelve steps. Debbie is a very gracious and amiable guest and hopefully will attest to our hospitality. So, friends, come visit soon.

By the way, we do have trips planned and invite our loved ones to visit us in the following locales...

3/1-3/2 Walt and Rusty will be SCUBA diving in Monterey

3/12-3/17 Rusty will be in Florida (Titusville) visiting his folks.

3/21-3/26 Walt will be in Raleigh, NC. Let's all plan a get together night if possible. Donna Bailey has volunteered her house...I'll let you know what night.

6/28- Walt and Rusty fly to the land down under.
6/30 - Arrive in Sydney
6/31 - Fly to Brisbane and stay with Di
7/10 - Fly to Sydney, and visit with Phil Hyde
7/16- Back to San Franciso
JOIN US IN THE LAND DOWN UNDER!

2007 Will Only be Missed a Little

"Blustery" does not convey the force of the storm coming through Nor Cal today. The winds are at 40-50 MPH and the rainfall is creating streams where there were none before, this is the worst storm California has experienced in years. The rain is needed, more importantly, the snowfall in the mountains promising a spring and summer of Haych Two Oh (for non Aussie's that's H2O). I'm forced indoors today, therefore, forced to reflect, ergo updating the blog. The animals are crowded around me and a cup of hot tea is soothing me as I curl up by the warmth of my computer screen and inform my gentle readers of the eventful "Holiday" season. Side note: I had forgotten the California insistence of saying Happy Holidays even if everyone in the room celebrates Christmas, Chanukah or Kwanzaa.

Christmas eve was spent at the San Francisco Unitarian Universalist Church. Rusty is in the choir at this church. he really likes the choir director and enjoys the pageantry of the somewhat traditional church-like services. The messages are very UU but the service reminds me of traditional Episcopal services. Where are the UU hippies I've come to know and love? Rusty and I were very surprised that this was a traditional Christmas service complete with carols, a recreation of the birth of the powerful advocate and rebel, Jesus, (of course all were reminded that really we are celebrating the many holidays based on the change from dark to light the winter brings and the birth of all children), and a candlelight rendition of Silent Night. Christmas day we had fish tacos with Patti and Jaymie in the East Bay, a nice quiet day. Santa was very good to both of us. As you may recall, upon first moving here, my GPS was stolen. Well, Santa replaced my GPS as he was a little tired of me calling in a frantic panic lost on some freeway or in some really scary neighborhood. Thanks Santa!

A few days before New Year's we decided to make the trek down to So Cal. Many of you may not be aware of my love for theme towns. I've made Rusty stop at "South of the Border" so many times, Pedro sayz: Don't Come Back! (for those of you unfamiliar, "South of the Border" is a Mexican themed town just over the NC border into South Carolina...the billboards have been known to be horrifically racist in the past, but begin in Baltimore or Northern Virginia announcing the imminent arrival of this town on I-95. Much like the arrival of Pea Soup Anderson's in Buellton is heralded way too early).Well, we decided to stop in Solvagn and have lunch. This "Danish" village (or is it Dutch considering the wooden shoes and windmills) is really just a place to stop for shopping and lunch. Rusty and I certainly enjoyed Southern California surly teens in drindle dresses serving sausages and red cabbage to stressed out tourists looking for bargains on cuckoo clocks and tschochkies.












We ended up at my friend Val's house in Oxnard. She was throwing an early New Year's celebration with her partner, Nora. we spent the day drinking red wine and having a great time talking to buddhist's, always good for interesting conversation. Rusty fell in love with the four dogs Val and Nora have acquired (all small and almost manageable). The next day we spent with my nephew, David Rae. He is a great kid. He's doing well in school. He's a bit shy but shows signs of a great personality (although there were also signs of the pre-middle school surliness sure to surface full blown next year). We walked the beach and enjoyed lunch at our favorite burrito stand, Joannafino's. Previously we were regulars at this stand before it became an actual restaurant, well things do change...even in Ventura.

Later that afternoon we ended up at a bar in LA meeting a great many new friends. After, checking into our hotel sleep came easily and at a reasonable hour. The day before New Year's we spent being tourists in So Cal. First stop, Griffith Observatory to enjoy panoramic view of LA, as well as a great view of the Hollywood sign.Then on to the Disneyland of shopping centers, very nice, clean and friendly, with extremely high end shops, a place we did not stay very long. Then a quick visit with David Karle, a close friend I have been in contact with since third grade. We kidnapped David to go shopping and then promptly broke down (dead battery). Ugggg. Rusty actually just had our insurance changed over and now we have roadside assistance. What a great Omen for the New Year. A quick dinner with another friend from Ventura now living in Silver Lake (LA), Marc Flores, and then time to get ready for a party. We had been invited to a "Trailer Trash" party by our friend Eduardo, a theme easily embraced by Rusty and myself. It was also a masquerade party, so of course we made masks from 22oz. Natural Light beer cans...the rough edges were a bit dangerous and begged the question of when we last had a tetanus shot, but truly is there anything we won't due for our art!

The ride home on New Year's day was uneventful and provided some time for quiet reflection. As for New Year's resolutions, I really have decided to just to have a few goals instead. I would like to spend less time watching TV, more time hiking the Northern California natural areas, more time getting exercise, and more time listening to music (live and/or recorded). I would like to go diving more, I would also like to keep in contact with friends and loved ones more often. I would also like to have less outstanding debt, but who wouldn't?

More concrete goals include: a trip to Australia and approval of my dissertation proposal.

Not Earth shattering, nor poetic even, rather on-going goals reflective of my reorganized priorities. This past year has not been easy. My father passing, my job change, the distance between family, friends, and loved ones, and the stress caused by a new location have all made me lower my expectations of 2008 and make no promises to myself. I am not one to dwell on negative experiences, rather I have a habit of working through stress and strife quite effectively in my introverted way, but in saying this it is clear to me that this year would have been damn near impossible without the love and support of all the people in my life. So, as a final reflection for 2007, thanks to each and every one of the people providing support and encouragement. It is easy for me to hermit myself when the going gets tough, even small words of encouragement and gestures of support meant the world to me this past year. Enough of the sappiness, know that each of you has made a difference in my life and I look forward to hearing of your own adventures when you have a moment.

As a small post script: My PTA president from last year in Raleigh has moved to Kenya with her husband and children. They are part of a religious mission and work for an international Christian school as dorm parents. The reports from them are that in their provence, rioting and violence have not occurred and there is very little likelihood that such actions will occur but I do want you to keep them in your thoughts as well as all Kenyans as they go through their democratic process. Also, Mark Zumbach is meant to come in this afternoon, terrible weather and all, wish him Eine Gute Reise! Thanks!

Santacon 2007

December 15, 2007-Santarchy, a self-proclaimed group of Christmas Anarchists, have hosted another successful Santacon for 2007. This event is marked by hundreds upon hundreds of Santas descending on an unsuspecting area. Rusty and I attended this Santacon despite the controversy of moving the venue from downtown SF to the Jack London Square area of Oakland. Many bars and restaurants in SF had posted signs forbidding Santas on the premises and the police in SF began blocking certain areas during Santacon 2006.
The Santarchy group posted the first meeting spot the day before the event in hopes of eluding the police. We ended up starting in Jack London Square waiting for the two Ferry's of Santas arriving from San Francisco, Embarcadero Center. With the 150 Santas waiting, I estimate at least 400 Santas, and seeing as how most were Burning Man alumni, the Santa costumes were racy, irreverent, tame, nasty, scary, cute, sexy and everywhere on the weird spectrum...The first stop was the BevMo (for those that are unfamiliar, BevMo is Beverages and More, think Costco for Booze). As Rusty and I passed the BevMo, it was clear the staff was in full crisis mode. I'm sure more than one liquor sales representative threw in the towel and quit that day. Santas were congregated out front in mass and lined up two fold down every aisle. The best Santa ensemble, in my humble opinion, were the secret service elves following the "Santa/Frosty '08" Presidential candidates. These elves never broke character and "protected" Santa at every venue, that's commitment!




We then went to a huge sports bar, large enough to house 400 crushed red velvet clad Santas. Rusty and I started talking to a group of women and realized soon into the conversation we were all expat Southerners. The bar was over run with thirsty Santas. Group think chants began to rise up from the throng, "Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho..." repeated ad infinitum. Candy canes and lollipops were continuously flying through the air, threatening to put out an eye. I was privileged to witness an elf spanking a bare assed chap clad Santa...an image forcing visions of sugar plums out of my head.We had just gotten beers, when the call came, "Santas on the move". We marched next to the naughty portion of the tour. A look into an erotic store. I skipped the cramp confines favoring instead a brief respite in the winter sunshine of the East Bay. By this time, the San Francisco Santas were complaining loudly about the heat (all of 75 degrees) so the call came once again, "Santas on the move!"

On the walk to the next bar, Rusty and I met two lovely Aussie Sheilas. It was fun to get the Aussie perspective of this pandemonium. I believe the word "Brilliant" was flung about with reckless abandon. We ended up at the Pacific Coast Brewing Company, your basic brew-pub. We sat on the patio, not even trying to get to the bar, drinking beers bought in stores and delis in the area. We also sang Christmas Carols out of the Santacon Songbook. These "traditional" songs with "non-traditional" lyrics brought a smile to many faces.

Soon Santa was on the move once again. Instructions were to hop on the BART and go to Downtown Berkley. A quick march around Martin Luther King park to watch Santas battle cardboard clad robots presented by the Society for Creative Anachronism, and back to the Jupiter for another sit down. By this time, many Santas were ending up sprawled on the sidewalk with other Santas vowing to care for them. The mood in this bar was decidedly more mellow as Santas were unwinding after a long day of merrimaking, booze drinking, and what I assume to be illicit substance use ( more than the scent of gingerbread was wafting through the air). Some Santas were also getting a bit belligerent. One particularly obnoxious Santa was eventually maced and the paramedics arrived. Talk about kharmic debt. We decided to say our good byes before things got too confrontational. Most Santas were headed back to Union Square in San Francisco for more anarchy but our fun was done.

We met up with a few Santas on the BART headed back to Jack London Square and decided one feels less a potential target of trouble when enmasse.
The day was, in the words of my Aussie mates, "Brilliant". The many smiles one garners from passers-by is worth the effort of donning fur lined red suits and marching around for a few hours. Kids and adults, homeless people and Mercedes driving housewives, gang-bangers and min-van occupants all honked, smiled or waved as the red sea of Santas passed in front of them. The collective absurdity helped people break down any pretenses. The mood was jovial with minor exceptions, for most of the day, and the rush of participating in an instant diverse but like minded community was addictive. I have a taste of what it must be like to participate in Transformus or Burning Man.

For me, it is often difficult to transition out of my desire for a Bohemian lifestyle back to the realities of a high pressure job and the responsibilities of day-to-day living. I do enjoy some parts of being an educator, but walking around with a bunch of Santas on a sunny California Saturday is akin to the proverbial "I'm gonna chuck it all in and live on the beach in Mexico for the rest of my life". I know I'll retire an educator but it is fun to step out of my responsibility driven world and take a brief jaunt into the alternative zone.

Are there any lessons to be learned? Yeah, don't be too obnoxious a Santa or you may get maced, and the ridiculous enmass can seem downright normal. Enjoy.

Of Turkeys and Trees...November in California

Cough, wheeze, sputter...when diving one expects to hear the soothing sounds of the ocean waves, the whimisical barking of seals and sea lions and the occassional screech of a sea gull. Rusty and I spent two days recertifying for diving in Monterey. Unfortunately, as Rusty and I were diving, all he must have heard was me gasping for breath. My mild case of asthma made recertfying a difficult experience but manageable. Monterey is a beautiful place filled with the California mellowness one comes to expect in a coastal city. We enjoyed good food, the full hot tubbing experience, and moments of pure nirvana beneath the ocean waves. The weather was fair, but very foggy. The area where we recertified hosted tons of divers. Hopefully, we'll be finding a less public spot for our next trip.

Rusty and I spent Thanksgiving day at our friend Dominic's house. He and his family were very gracious hosts and the food was a mix of traditional fare and enchiladas. Certainly a relaxing day with refreshing cocktails. It's odd to have a Thanksgiving sans family; quiet, calm and polite. I miss the fruit cocktail cake, the mild dramas and the special event European wedding china (white with engraved foliage on the rim).

The next day (black Friday) I decided to brave downtown San Francisco. The fighting, the kicking the scratching to get the last on sale gift set...I hope I didn't hurt anyone. I spent sometime watching the skaters at the Embarcadero outdoor skating ring. After, Rusty and I went to the movies and then downtown to Union Square to look at tourists and the Macy's tree now with LED lights. We were completely immersed in the midst of crass commercialism, throngs of crowds, twinkling lights, and extravagent window displays. Let the season begin.

During the weekend, we also bought our tree. After years of pine scented greenery straight from the Christmas Tree farm, we have caved to the pre-lit, better than real variety. Easy to set up, strong branches for oversized ornaments and better than natural symmetry. Even though Rusty vowed never to have a plastic tree, he saw the sad state of the trees in the area at twice the price we have traditionally paid. I have no preference toward plastic or real trees as I'm the type of Christmas Scrooge willing to forego a tree altogether. Every once in awhile, I spray the Glade Room Freshner, Christmas Pine Scent, to feel less California Christmas and more rustic North Carolina Christmas.

We're gearing up for the holidays with our yearly chili and cocktail party for Rusty's birthday. I'll be posting picutres from that party soon. Our house is open to any and all visitors. Hope to see you all soon.

October Update

On the verge of All Hallow's Eve, it's time to bring friends and loved ones up to speed on our life here on the edge of the Hayward fault (on average a major quake hits the fault every 140 years, we're on year 139!)

We've had a few chances to explore the bay area and once again be reminded of the diversity and the access to so many activites. A few weekends ago, we went to the Blue Grass Festival in Golden Gate park. Many performers were there for this free concert. Just in the few hours we were there, we saw Gillian Welch, Earl Scruggs, and Emmylou Harris.Rusty decided to brave the crowds and head toward another stage to see Michelle Shocked, who knew she was now doing Bluegrass. It was a terrific day of music, wine and new friends (including some obnoxious guy from Tennessee forcing crappy bourbon on everyone and hitting on every woman under 40 in the area- charming and cute in a belching and farting ex-frat boy kinda way). We bought an Aussie wine in honor of our Sheila across the pond. The wine didn't have a kangaroo or koala on the label but did boast a typical Aussie slangword. Despite the lack of an adorable marketing animal on the label, the wine managed to hold up on this temperate fall day.

Work for me has been intense and leaves little time for much else. I knew transitioning to a new place would be difficult but I feel like a first year principal again. This district expects lots of paperwork (not my favorite part of the job). The district office is so much smaller than my last one and offers very little in the way of actual support. I am starting to appreciate the talents of the staff and their dedication to the school and students of Castro Valley. They are a good staff but have yet to move into the great range. Despite my current job dissatisfaction, I know this will change.The newness will subside. I feel as if the school year is whizzing by. I am looking forward to actual breaks. There are many things I'll miss about year-round but the exhausting nature of the school calendar will not be missed.

Other activities and projects include the fence in the front yard. I'd like to say we tore down the previous fence but really the wood was very rotted and fell apart easily. The new fence is very sturdy because Rusty, of course, had to cement the posts below the frost line (hmmmm...engineers are always fun to work with, more than one project a month would certainly result in divorce and any more than that holds the potential for homicide - I can't predict much but I can predict Rusty will use the comment section for rebuttal).













In preparation for a potential trip down under to visit our "fag-princess" (yes, we all know we mean 'hag', but why piss her off even more), Rusty and I have been working toward diver certification. We are both currently certified but decided to recertify as it has been awhile since last diving. We have already done the coursework (on-line, awesome) and have completed the pool skills. We will go to Monterey for our certification dive in November. We are taking our diver certification from a shop in Burlingame on the 'nins (short for peninsula) from a dive shop that also doubles as a site to be certified in fire arms...huh? It is reminiscent of the Drive-in theatre in Durham that also doubles as a gun shop. Wow, these two things seems oddly paired, diving and fire arms - usually only coupled in James Bond movies. There you have it, one example of the incongruous nature of California in general. Wonderfully accepting to a fault and often to the point of little dedication to any sets of principles and values. Scathing criticism? A little but there is much to love here as well.

Our goal of course is to dive the Australian barrier reef next summer, and then drink ourselves into a stupor with burly miners in MacKay...I'm pretty sure these goals are attainable. We are currently looking into flights and as soon as we create an itinerary will forward it on in hopes that friends can join us - don't worry, like everyone, we can't afford the time nor the cost but are going to go anyhow.

Visitors are always welcome here in the East Bay. Recently Eugene, a Green Year Round fifth grade teacher, called and we met for dinner in San Fransisco. He's a great guy and we had fun reminiscing about my old school - although Eugene is horrible at relaying all of the current gossip, it seems I knew more about the sordid lives of the teachers than him, but there you have it...

Wayne has been visiting from NC. We celebrated the Saturday before Halloween in the Castro. In year's past, the streets have been closed off and the revellers have partied all night. Due to Gang shootings last year, the city did not allow the Castro to close the streets and the revellers remained in the bars, restaurants and on the sidewalks. Still fun to see interesting costumes.















Caroleena recently sent out a request for a list of ten...there were several options, including bad habits, things one loves, etc.

I think I will create a list of ten things I really like in the Bay area to entice potential visitors:

1. The Tonga Room, Fairmont Hotel, SF - Big drinks, rain storm every twenty minutes and Don Ho style music after 7PM, live the fifties once again.

2. Beach Blanket Babylon, Club Fuggazi, SF - Caberet for tourists, but excellent none the less. Big hats, crazy costumes, terrific singing and dancing.

3. The views from our house. Pretty!

4. Sonoma - wine country, although filled with tourists, very relaxing and beautiful.

5. Madjul Bar and Restaurant - Appetizers and drinks in the roof top patio can't compare. On a summer afternoon, one can watch the fog spilling over the Twin Peaks in a grand display of natural elegance.

6. Foster's Bighorn, Rio Vista - www.fostersbighorn.com - this bar has one of the most remarkable collections of taxidermied animals. I have never been, but do appreciate that this place exists. Thanks to Jamie (Rusty's Gen-xer, red neck coworker from Virginia we certainly count as a friend) for letting us know that this road side bar is an afternoon's drive away. I know I'm going to get a lecture and reprimand for including this on my list, especially from Caroleena and Khristi, but I couldn't resist.

7. Ginger's Trois - a favorite bar of Rusty's in the downtown area - the strongest drinks on the planet served by the owners who have to close the bar by 11PM because they are really drunk and prone to arguing with each other.

8. Food, food, food - you name it, we can get it - excepting of course a good ham biscuit!

9. Standing Room Only at the Opera. World class Opera for $10.

10. More people come here than ever came to visit in Raleigh...

Not a particularly insightful list, but still things I would like to share.

OK, one last list, I haven't let anyone know what I've been listing to on the ol' Ipod. Many of these songs have been on commercials for different products but we live in a commercial culture - that doesn't lesson my enjoyment of the music:

Feist - "1,2,3,4", "Mushaboom", "Secret Heart", "My Man, My Moon" - she makes me happy, she reminds me of the women in the vocal section in the record store- the "1, 2, 3, 4" video is the only video I hae ever downloaded onto my computer, so check it out.

Matchbook Twenty - "How Far We've Come" - a bit of an anthem for me right now, provides an opportuntiy for reflecting on my current state of affairs.

Regina Spektor - "Music Box" - Odd and a a little disconcerting, but not to the level of Med Byrd type of challenging.

M. Craft - "Dragonfly" - if I weren't so German this song would bring tears to my eyes. Beautiful guitar playing and haunting melodies...this song leaves me wanting and wistful.

Well, my friends, October has almost fallen by the way-side. I've been reminded by several friends of long standing that this isn't the first time I've gone through transitions in my life and that time resolves much anxiety and stress. So, thanks to those friends that have seen me join the Army, come out, go through family strife, meet my partner, move to a foreign land (NC), change jobs, and come full circle to the Bay Area. The reminder that things are only temporarily in flux has been reassuring. Friends, enjoy the fall and Halloween, feel free to send fall photos and to comment on this lengthy missive.

N'walins

Lynette and Carol, southern hostesses extraordinaire invited a gang of people to New Orleans for Southern Decadence, another gay fest during the hottest Louisiana low country days. Labor day weekend was spent dehydrating and rehydrating as much as possible. The guests included Rusty and myself, Donna Mae and Robin (Durham representin' in da house), Julie (aka our straight drag queen) and Ryan (heavenly tolerant boyfriend). Carmen and Beth were there (lovely ladies), and Lloyd (drunk, obnoxious straight guy found in every crowd) and Erica (caretaker and another heavenly tolerant spouse). So for once, the party was balanced with straights and gays although we do count Julie as one of our ranks (truly a gay man trapped in a delicious straight girl body).

A great time was had by all. Sometimes you travel with people and there is a burr in the saddle of the entire group. This was not one of those times, everyone seemed to enjoy the sauna like atmosphere and feel comfortable with each other. It's amazing what gallons of alcohol will do for a group of friends. It turns out Lynette is a bit of a stalker for a zydeco band on Bourbon. We spent many hours listening to set after set of Jansen on keyboard and his mom on the fiddle. Beth and I two-stepped our way into legend as the band continued into the night.

Not every moment was rosey. Rusty took us out of the French Quarter on a wild goose chase to find a bar. The neighborhood was a bit run down and we definitely looked like a bunch of yuppies on a crack run. We never made the bar despite Rusty's best efforts, bless his heart. We opted to get back to the rank smells of Bourbon Street. Other than that, the weekend was fairly relaxing and our hostesses were extremely gracious.

There is something excessively civilized about sitting in an open air cafe, listening to music and enjoying a liquid breakfast of spicy Bloody Mary's. I'm not sure my constitution can take more than short trips to the sin city.

Enjoy a few pics:

Girlz Gone Wild!



The heat and booze helps to loosen up even the most shy midwesterner.




A handsome stranger in the city of sin and vice.



The parade was a bit sad until this vision of Diva arrived.



What the...we were just looking for the IHOP!



Definitely my moment of Zen!

Thanks for indulging me in this weekend of trying to recapture my youth, it'll take sometime to recover from my Labor Day of excess but I want to thank Lynette and Carol for their hospitality, their generosity and for their love!

Transitions Continue

On the verge of my 42nd Birthday, it is difficult to avoid taking stock of all in my life. Much of my life has been spent preparing for the next phase. This past year, I feel as if everything I've done has been to prepare for being in Oakland with Rusty. At this stage of the game, I believe we have set ourselves back a bit to eventually move forward. I mean career wise, financially, in our personal life, and in our living situation. I'm well aware this is a temporary state of affairs and all will be in balance again soon.

Change happens...I know this is the order of the universe. My entire professional studies have been based on managing change. I have always considered myself a change agent. The safe thing to do would have been to ride out another twenty years in the Wake County School District and retire with a big house in Fuquay-Varina, North Raleigh, or Cary. This certainly is an alluring proposition in many ways. The right side of my mid 40's brain craves stability and consistency. Instead of caving into our right brain urges, we've thrown the proverbial caution to the wind, and made the switch to the left coast. The hassles of this move have been great. It has taken lots of moving in and out of storage, lots of flying across country, miles and endless miles of driving, and many tears shed over friends and family. So far, the payoff for the monumental efforts have been slow in coming.

I'm trying to be patient but being in a holding pattern for a year has blunted my resiliency and optimism. But there are hints of Northern California bliss. Neither Rusty nor myself are missing the 102 degree summer and high humidity of Raleigh. The weather has been good if not downright chilly at times.

The job front is certainly looking up. The day after I arrived in Oakland, I had an interview with Castro Valley Unified School District (www.cv.k12.ca.us). This district is about 20 minutes south of Oakland right near Hayward. Well, after a call back with the superintendent, I received a job offer. Hooray! Of course I accepted. As of August 13th, I will be the principal of Marshall Elementary School (www.marshall.cv.k12.ca.us). The school has around 400 students (somewhat small but typical for California schools). The entire district has about 8,500 students - Wow! What a difference. As a matter of fact, the director of curriculum hopped in a car and drove me around to all of the schools in the district, we were finished by lunchtime. Reality check for me for sure.

Our house, although old and not insulated (afternoons are sweltering in the living room) is starting to feel a little like there is potential. It's in the Montclair district of Oakland. Rusty thinks this feels more like our home than Fuquay Varina, I guess both of us are products of our parents always buying fixer uppers. Adam, our landlord and friend, just spent two weeks here getting a few things taken care of for us. He's a very generous and kind person. Rusty and I didn't have much time to be able to hang out with him as we were just trying to get stuff unpacked and put away. There's always next time.

Di, Erin (from Australia) and Michael Gilchrist were here for a few weeks. We had a really good time hanging out and doing tourist stuff. I think everyone was feeling a little cramped and alot in transition as we all were winding something up. It still was awesome to just walk around the city and see some beautiful sites. We managed to catch "Beach Blanket Babylon" and a late dinner at Ideale Italian restaurant one evening. The restaurant was almost as entertaining as the show, as the authetic Italian waitstaff was loads of fun. (Maybe not so much when one of them accidentally knocked a glass of wine all over Rusty...but they were very good spirited about the whole affair - so was Rusty for that matter.) We also managed to hit the "Up Your Alley" fair. A gay leather community fair. Awesome time, drinking, dancing, meeting people and drinking some more. Michael was truly in his element as a costumed demon. Rusty managed to don a pair of horns for the occassion. Di, Erin, and I of course stood out like tourists. (Not as much as the over 60 year old couple from some midwestern town-a friendly bunch, one of the ladies even manged to borrow a paddle and spank a leather clad daddy.) I'm sure those pictures will end up on some weird fetish site, but it was funny. Di managed to get in the front of beer lines pretty quickly by dragging out the Aussie accent...until I told them she is really from Fuquay Varina. I think everyone figured out that massive amounts of alcohol makes everyone really friendly at these events! Sadly, everyone needed to go home, leaving a void in our home.

Other positives include a state park just a five minute drive from our front door. Walking through the park, one does not get the sense that millions of people are just over the hills. The scenery is sweeping in scope and depth. Truly expansive open spaces. We have to drive up the Oakland hills slowly to our house in the evening for fear of hitting a deer (as Michael said, "If we were in North Carolina, I would've thought the deer were just yard art.")

Last night was certainly a highlight. For our 17th anniversary, Rusty took me to Absinthe restaurant (www.absinthe.com). We had a magnificent dinner wth even better drinks. A little high on the price scale but we enjoyed way too much food. The french (Freedom) fries were effervescently light, with a bevvy of sauces to compliment. Rusty had a terrific French onion soup. Rusty's beef cheeks entree was by far superior to my pork. Both were delicious but his beef was tender and light enough to wonder whether one had actually taken a bite or not. The wine list is extensive but we opted for predinner cocktails and of course dessert cocktails. The cocktail list is lengthy but I enjoyed mine so much I opted to reorder the same for my second. After this orgasmic experience, we went to a show. The Orpheum was hosting the travelling "Avenue Q" broadway show (www.avenueq.com). This is a "puppet show" where the puppets interacted with real life actors. Think dysfunctional, nasty Sesame Street with a mild plot. We had fourth row seats almost dead center (so close, the puppets almost sweat on us). Rusty really liked the "Bad Idea Bears", the cute and cuddly bears that came around occassionally to give the main characters terrible ideas. The novelty certainly held our interest but the actors were phenomenal, as well.

On the horizon? A trip to New Orleans for Decadence (Labor Day) with the incomprobable Lynette and Carol. We have been promising the dynamic duo that we will be going to New Orleans forever. Time to make good on our promise and begrudgingly enjoy ourselves. Expect pictures from this trip.

I'm working on reconciling missing my friends, my family, all of my coworkers and my students. I know as the school year ramps up, time will fly by. The transition time will lessen and this area will seem more like home as we settle more of the stuff on our plates. I'm excited about the new opportunities in this golden state. Feel free to book a visit (maybe after the start of school). Also, feel free to comment, email and/or otherwise keep in touch. Missing everyone...