With my increasing endurance, coupled with a solid and enthusiastic 'lie down!", plus Jen's ability to hold a position and stare, if she could only whistle, we would KICK SOME SERIOUS ASS on the trial field. I'll have to check the rules and ask Patrick about working with her on the welsh tones, though truthfully, I'd prefer something more bouncy and latin. Still, I'm all for tradition.
I wonder if they make the Astro Blaster in bacon flavor. That would help.
This weekend we 'ran' in the 'couch trial'…which didn't involve furniture but probably should have. Another 'sport' at which Jen and I excel. Despite the obvious mixup in nomenclature, it was a fun event and Jen and I enjoyed sucking in a new location on fresh horrible sheep.
Patrick turned 50 and Ruben threw a great party with the best food and drink ever. Among the many fun and fabulous people present was Derek Fisher, my arch nemesis and yet new BFF. I study him as one would an insect that might evolve into something suitable for pinning to velvet and framing. Or, yet again, might just emerge as a threat to one's sweaters. Either way, he flutters toward the bright light that is my political future.
Derek Fisher said:
Although I hardly see myself as a moth, the lack of a large body mass being the main reason (that and clothing is way too fattening) I would say I am more of a praying mantis… I sit there and let you come close then I finally strike my deadly blow. Look out my fabulous friend…
And although your hair does shine in a glittery fashion (something that makes me come running faster than Mariah Carey to bad scripts (just kidding Mimi, I love you)) I would say your future political career is more like a tasty bug that I’m about to devour…
I’d like to refer you to a song I’m dedicating to you, called “Obsessed”. Its going to hit the top of the charts soon and if you reverse the gender references it would suit our situation nicely. My favorite line is “got you all fired up with your Napoleon Complex, see right through you like you’re bathing in windex”
and the remix
On a side note, I didn’t know that it was part of the homosexual code of ethics to infect coffee shops no matter how big or small they were… I’m in Ontario of all places and I feel the hungry eyes of the future generation of FABULOUS following my speedy typing skizillz as I type my response to your lovely little blog…
See you on the campaign trail beeeyotch!
Ahhhh, Derek, the mantis reference rings true as you are green…green with envy at my smooth political stylings. I, too, have picked out a theme song. Holy Roller Novocaine, by Kings of Leon. Although I can only understand about an eighth of what these fine boys sing, if you substitute ‘Katy’ for ‘the Lord’ it’s pretty right on…the line I especially like is,
“Keep that smile on your pretty face, cause you don’t have much I can’t take away…”
You be careful in Ontario. Those Oregon festives aren’t like our Idaho kind. Isn’t there a coffee shop in Fruitland at the Gayway junction you could frequent?
PS: WE DID MISS KAREOKE (whatever) at the WB on saturday!!! AND THE SONG BOOK HAS MANY SONGS BY YOUR BELOVED Mariah C.
Derek Fisher said:
Well Katy, “I was like, why are you so obsessed with me?”
I don’t know about the Gayway junction but I do think it would be appropriate, because gay men like “Junctions” and the ways of homosexuality… If there isn’t a coffee shop there, then their should be! I see a business venture brewing.
Speaking of Brewing, I think it is a tragedy that we missed our night at the bar. And next weekend I’ll be out of town to San Francisco, oddly enough not for Gay Pride, but for a clinic that happens to be scheduled for the festival of being fabulous. I don’t really love parades, unless they involve clowns and horses pulling buggies. Then again, their are a lot of clowns at gay pride, and I’m sure their will be a few horses, although I think they might be more prop than anything else. But none the less our musical debut will have to wait for another day… Until then my vocal chords will be resting with a fifth of whiskey, some lemon and honey to assure a fine performance for you and Susan L. I expect a nice song list that you will have prepared for me by then… Include all the MC you want…. But I don’t know if I can hit the high notes all the time.
I’m sad that you’ll be out of town this weekend…but I think its good that you are finally going to get that suspicious itch checked out at a clinic….and GOOD FOR YOU for going a safe distance out of town to do it. Of course, New Plymouth doesn’t have a clinic, do they? Just that one vet who does bail bonds and operates the Sno Shack.
Maybe you can ride your dad’s Swather down to San Fran? Then you could BE IN THE PARADE! A Gay Swath-buckler! (You can use that).
I will miss you like a phantom limb, Derek Fisher. Return soon!
Oh My Goodness! I can only imagine what a team of queens would do to a swather in preparation for a gay pride parade… I see streamers, streamers and more streamers! But some people might think of the blades as a tool for massive circumcision and run from my float…
I hope all goes well down south, check the facebook page at facebook.com/fisherderek and I’ll send some pictures to the site to keep you in the sorted life that I lead…. Don’t worry I’ll leave the majority of the Castro pictures out of the public eye
I’ll miss you like Whitney misses a good smack (the physical kind and the chemical kind)