… and I am Somebody male. in my thirties. recovering alcoholic. live in minneapolis. work in progress. gay. serenity please.

Friday morning in Houston

11.25.2005 · Posted in Autobiographical, Recovery, Travel

Jim just told his story at the roundup this morning. He was fantastic, as usual. It’s funny how nervous he was last night, tossing, turning, getting up at 2:00 in the morning, when he had it down pat. He’s always great, so I don’t know what he was so nervous of. Afterall, us alcoholics don’t judge people 🙂

Something to be thankful for

11.24.2005 · Posted in Entertainment


The truth finally comes out, and on Thanksgiving no less. How dramatic.

Seen first on CNN.com, the AP reports:

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, who turned mid-level music careers into a Hollywood star-spangled marriage, have separated following months of persistent breakup rumors.

The couple announced their separation Wednesday.

“After three years of marriage, and careful thought and consideration, we have decided to part ways,” they said in a joint statement released by their publicists. “This is the mutual decision of two people with an enormous amount of respect and admiration for each other.”
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Foreigner keeps it up

11.24.2005 · Posted in Home / Minneapolis

I’ve had comments guessing at the country of origin of my mystery voicemail leaver. Polish, Russian, Persian, Indian, Arabic – who knows. But here she is on Thanksgiving still trying to get a hold of somebody. I’m starting to feel bad for her because she obviously doesn’t know that she’s calling the wrong number. And here it is on Thanksgiving and she has nobody on the other end of the line to talk to.

I am grateful I am not her today.

Morning in Houston

11.24.2005 · Posted in Autobiographical, Recovery, Travel

I’ve just had a lovely breakfast in the restaurant here in the hotel. The buffet was wo-manned by a charming lady who made a killer omlet, pankakes and waffles. The front page of the Times is continuing to report on yesterday’s story of the Vatican’s new policy to weed out homosexuals from the priesthood. Afterall, we are the root of all of their evil.

Jim and David have gone for a walk and once again, left me to fend for myself in the business center, where David from last night is now hydrating himself in the same spot he was dehyrdating himself last night. He’s much cuter after a shower and some water. Darling short blonde hair with a slight curl. Skinny and well-dressed, he’s off to a friend’s in a suburb to celebrate his first Thanksgiving.

I’ll be with a bunch of alcoholic homos tonight, celebrating all that we are grateful for. I’m sure it’s going to be a blast, as us sickos generally know how to have the most fun 🙂

My first night in Houston

11.24.2005 · Posted in Autobiographical, Recovery, Travel

I’m in Houston with Jim and Dave, sitting down in the hotel’s business center for the free internet access. Can you believe they want to charge you $10 a night to be online in your room?

I’ve just met David in the business center. He’s sauntered over from the bar where he is telling me that though I am good looking, he finds it strange that there is such a thing as a “gay non alcoholic texan group.” He thinks that because I am already a minority (gay), that I shouldn’t further my exclusivity by claiming to be non-alcoholic. I hope that didn’t make any sense, because I can’t make any of it.

Anyway, he’s cute, here from Scotland, and continues to flirt with me. I wonder where this is going to go …

Am I a bore?

11.20.2005 · Posted in Autobiographical

Not a whore, a B-O-R-E. I think I have turned into one. Call it recovery, growing up, growing old, what-have-you, I’m rarely in the mood these days to go out of my way to socialize. Just last night, on a Saturday of all nights, Jim and I were sitting at Vera’s surfing the ‘net and chatting with other patrons. It was around 7:00 PM. By 9:00 PM we were back at his house watching television and playing with the cats, Frank and Henry.

I had double-booked myself with two other social engagements, but I just wasn’t in the mood to follow-through on those commitments. I’m not sure why I was so apathetic to the commitments – could have been fatigue, a desire not to get dressed to impress, contentness, or all of those things.

On one hand I should be grateful that I don’t feel the need to get out and validate myself through meeting and hanging out with other people. On the other hand, I feel like I’m missing out on meeting and hanging out with other people.

Or, perhaps, I’m over-thinking all of this, and I’m just going into Winter hibernation mode.

Serial foreign caller strikes again!

11.19.2005 · Posted in Home / Minneapolis

For those of you reading for a while, you know that I have a woman who’s been leaving messages on my voicemail at home. She clearly has the wrong phone number, at least I hope she does, yet she continues to call. I hope its not important, but I can’t really tell. If anyone can decipher / translate the message it would be interesting to know what’s been going on. It’s also ironic to note that the language she speaks seems to be somewhat of a hybrid, as she always ends her calls with, “Okay, bye.” (in English) Here are two messages I’ve received over the past two days.

The good, the bad, and the ugly

11.13.2005 · Posted in Autobiographical

On Friday evening I was given the opportunity to help a guy in AA.  It felt wonderful to be able to help somebody without having any hidden agendas about how this might serve me, or what I might get out of it.  I’m just glad somebody was able to help this guy.

On the same evening I found out that some people who I’ve been close with, relapsed.  It makes me sad to see people struggle with addiction.  Prior to beginning my own recovery I looked at addicts and alcoholics as weak.  Little did I know it’s not something that you can fight on your own.  I’d equate it to the U.S. attacking Costa Rica – it’s simply not a fair fight.  Costa Rica would have to enlist the help of other nations to defend itself, just like I have to enlist the help of others to help myself.

Unfortunately, these people don’t seem to want help, or are too wrapped up in their addictions to accept it.  I pray that they do not have to hit another bottom before they come back to the rooms.  Alcoholism / Addiction can wreak a lot of havoc on a person and those around them – it’s not pretty.

Tonight I went to another meeting. An NA meeting that really has a lot of good energy.  I left the meeting in good spirits, dropped off Jim, and then came home.  After arriving home, I ended up having a very hard conversation with somebody that I care a lot about.  It’s a conversation that I’ve been dreading.  One of those conversations that you know isn’t going to go well, no matter what sort of PR spin you put on it.

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Interior Design Disaster

11.08.2005 · Posted in Absurdity

I usually check the local real estate listings daily. Always dreaming about that house on the hill I’ll someday live in. Quite often the decor in these homes is less than desireable – they’re just screaming out for an interior designer and their crew to come in and put a fresh face on them. However, the house below really needs some help. I couldn’t help but share this with you.

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More Boston memories

11.05.2005 · Posted in Autobiographical, Travel

I had lost the cord that connects my camera to the computer, so I’d had some photos trapped, unable to access them! Reluctantly, I made a stop at Best Buy last night to pick up a card reader, so I’m back in buisiness. Additionally, I coerced Jim to send me the photos Laura had taken during our visit.

Mike, Nick, Jim, and myself
Additional photos from Boston are in the last 2 and half pages of the Boston Gallery, while Laura’s photos are here – the first is in Boston Commons on an overcast Saturday afternoon, where they had a pumpkin gathering of some sort. Pumpkins were being hauled in my the semi-load. A large structure was being built out of scafolding, and they were carving and inserting candles into all of them. I saw on the news later that night that somebody had stuck a bomb in one of the pumpkins, so they had to clear the commons while the bomb squad inspected all of the pumpkins, only to turn up empty-handed. What a comotion.

Jim, Varla and myself

Later that evening we went to see a show down in the south end. Half-way through the show, the male version of Varla Jean Merman entered the audience and watched the remainder of the show from the sidelines. Jim actually spotted her first – and I was surprised that he was able to recognize her out of drag. But sure enough, it was her, so Jim and I got a photo.
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