First of all, Charles Nelson Reilly died on Friday.....
We have to have a small moment of silence for him. He deserves a separate blog post, which I ill do this week. But he was an inspiration for me...
The photo above is from the TV series, "Lidsville"....it was a kid's show, but the writers and producers were all smoking weed when they did it. It's the most surreal children's show.
Where do we start with this weekend?
Mrs. Greenthumbs called me up and said, "Rich, we're going to the Clermont Plant Sale. It's the most homo-fabulous event this weekend".
Fine. Considering that my yard has nothing but weeds, I should go.
"Dress appropriately." She told me.
So, I called up Juan and Raoul, my make-shift Latino "gardeners" (well, they DO plow my field...and sow some seeds...), got them dirt stained and shirtless.
And then we went to Clermont, Saturday morning, 10 am. ugh.
And it was homo-fabulous. Mostly couples, but still lots of gay boys.
And old women.
Years from now, if I'm not in a couple, I'll be an old woman.....there's worse things.
Someone asked me on the street this weekend, if they'll ever be a gay bar in Hudson.
I'm said, "You're asking me? I still working on getting a blow job in this town. After THAT, I'll put 'Open Gay Bar' on my list!"
Remember, if you want to get laid in Hudson, go somewhere else...
I did manage to go to a fabulous sangria party on Saturday. It was amazing. Met a particularly cute boy at the party, so maybe there's some hope of me getting laid sometime this year in Hudson.....
....the year is almost half over....we'll see...
I have the flares ready in my backyard. If you see them go off, then you know.
I bought a kayak, so that now I can join the Hudson Kayaking Trannie Club.
(this is so not me)
(I once bumped into someone who said that they read GayHudson.com - and they're only comment was 'The pictures are funny.' So, maybe I need to keep this blog to a third grade reading level......"Look Daddy, funny pictures!")
I kayaked to Athens, to the 'island', which was filled with fat chicks in their bathing suits.
(I guess I could have gotten a blow job there. OK, I have SOME standards - they're low, but they're still there...)
On Sunday, my friends and I went to Athens for drinks and we watched three middle-aged wives, away from their husbands, get drunk. One lifted her skirt so we could see her coochie. Another fell off her chair.
That's always amusing.
It was a beatiful weekend.
As I sat with my friends, drinking, looking out over the Hudson, I said,
"This is it, folks. This is as good as life gets. It doesn't get any better."
True. BUT ---
.....a blow job every now and then would be nice.....
PS - tomorrow night I'm seeing Joan Rivers at the Cutting Room in Manh. I can't wait!