Isn't it nice that America gives each of its ethnic groups their very own drinking holiday? For Mexican-Americans, it's cinqo de Mayo, the day that the French Army of Emperor Maximilian was defeated by the forces of General Ignacio Zaragoza. In Mexico, it's a minor national holiday. In America, it's an opportunity to drink a lot of tequila. In fact, I think the holiday as it's celebrated in the U.S. is the result of a marketing campaign by Cuervo tequila.
Having said that, of course I'm celebrating. But then, of course, I pretty much celebrate all holidays, minor and major, of all cultural groups in the U.S. That's the plus size of being multi-cultural. Mardi gras, St. Patrick's Day, Columbus Day, Canada Day, July 4th, Texas Independence Day, Crawfish Festival, Rice Festival, Cotton Festival, Save the Salamander Festival. You probably have one or two of your own.
On Saturday I attended a party in Concord given by a same-sex couple whom I did not know, Tim and Mark. I was joined in this celebration by at least 100 others equally intent on celebrating this important holiday. There was a tequila slide carved out of a slab of ice. The annointee sits at the bottom of the slide which has about a 45 degree angle, while someone pours a shot of tequila into the top of the crevice and by the time it gets to the annointee it's cold. Of course, I tried it. I actually tried it four or five times just to make sure I got it. Boy, did I get it. The tequila being poured was the top shelf variety, and it sure was good. There was a huge amount of food, all with a Mexican theme, but not all good. Enough of it was good, but the chocolate cookies made with jalapenos were a bit much.
Today a bunch of my twisted friends are taking over my neighborhood bar for a Mexican-themed party. I'm taking pictures at that one. I do not have words to adequately describe this bunch of desperadoes, but let me say this, they are all desperate and they are all characters.
On an unrelated subject, I have a stalker. Aren't I special? He's a tired old guy who hates me passionately. I'm not sure why he hates me, but he sure does. He has a blog that is devoted to besmirching my character. I have been called every name in the book. Bless his heart. It must be a terrible thing to be consumed by hate. Like the old poem goes, he is to be more pitied than censured. I have no intention of linking to his site. It's easy enough to find it, just google my name. Be sure to say hi for me.
Knowing that someone is stalking you, going through your garbage, reading each word you write, hoping for a crumb with which to smear you, causes one to go more slowly and be more cautious. As a result of my stalker, I haven't posted much lately. I thought I'd give him more time to go back and read every post I've ever made. He looks for contradictions of which there are many. He is titillated by anything Gay, and you know with me, there's plenty of that, too. He has widely distributed pictures of me wearing a dress thinking that somehow that diminishes me. Sad, huh? It's also funny, because I think it's a fabulous picture of me. I look good! When he first started attacking me, I was going to put a bayou curse on him, but I realized someone had already beat me to it. My stalker is old, fat, ugly, bald, impotent, has diabetes and a bad heart. What was there left for me add? This, and only this: I WILL DANCE ON YOUR GRAVE, MOTHERFUCKER. And that goes for the cow you run with, too, you know, the one that smells like an ashtray.
Now then, where was I? Oh yeah, having fun with friends. Happy cinqo de Mayo, or as we say here in California, happy 4th of May, too!
A stalker? Seriously? Like, this guy has nothing better to do than try to bother you? Weird.
I mean, not that you aren't stalkable or anything. I just thought that sort of thing was reserved for celebrities and runaway wives.
Happy 5th of Tequila to you, too.
Posted by: KathyR | May 04, 2008 at 02:15 PM
Join the club. My partner and I are stalked by two guys named Rick and Ron. They are gay haters, and yet they leave behind no provable evidence for us to prove what is happening to us.
We are followed everywhere we go, and our house is surveilled. It is quite sick, and I am learning lots of gay people experience this "hidden" treatment, usually by people who get off on hating gays, but know they can't do it in the open.
Not quite like your scenario, but, hey, hate is hate. Can you imagine the vacuous lives of people who have nothing better to do?
Posted by: Boy Grows Up | June 05, 2008 at 09:44 PM