The heavy sunday gay agenda

I never really understood that you could be afraid of the so-called gay agenda. Honestly, this lifestyle does not leave room for any kind of political battle. We are powerless. The day you have your Shitzus, your loft, some DVDs and a 30 GB Video I-pod, there is no room for social life, let alone activism. LL and I woke up exhausted this morning after a very disrupted sleep, disrupted both by the few beers we had drunk at dearest Jim’s party (since when a 27 years old gay male digestive system considers four beers to be too many?) and the fact that both Loulboom and Loul Jr. demonstrated all night their opposition to the new closed doors policy in Champlain street (they finally ended up being victorious around 3 a.m. after having munched one l’Officiel Hommes and a Singaporian Men’s Health and shook our bed as if it was a coconut tree). Before I forget, dearest Jim’s party was plain charming, open bar and included the presence of mystery guest Ryan L., the delicious David D. along with half a dozen of Jim M. 2005 ex-boyfriends. Yet we managed to walk the rebellious shitzus, have a tire replaced on the Miata convertible after a 30 minutes argument with Melissa at Zipcar (whom I suspect to be the sister of Sarah at  Zipcar), have lunch in Alexandria, buy my new I-pod, get some ugly T-shirts at Target as well as catnip for Olliver, deliver the stuff to Olliver, take a nap, jogg to the Vice President house, walk the rebellious shitzus for the second time, visit Caroline V. and watch a little bit of “Entourage”. It’s 8:49 pm and I haven’t had dinner.

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[LL]

I've already volunteered to walk the shitzus each morning this week, so FHC will be able to sleep in.