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Ah, the Azores

My laptop’s Internet Explorer homepage is set to go to the AOL site for some reason, and I’ve never changed it – laziness, I guess. But I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw the pic of Faial and realized the Azores were a travel ‘spotlight’ on the site!

http://information.travel.aol.com/discovery/azores?ncid=AOLCOMMtravdynlprim0332

And for old times’ sake, here’s the oh-so-popular God shot of Split Rock from my house. When Angelo and I were talking last weekend about living there, man, I knew even then that I needed to treasure that experience. And boy do I, especially considering my current living situation. Which actually isn’t all that bad, I know, but still, HELLO!? Amazing house on a cliff overlooking the ocean and on clear days, you could see TWO other islands? HOLY MOLY!

21-Oct-2001 18:48, Canon Canon PowerShot S10, 5.6, 12.59375mm, 0.003 sec, ISO 62
 

I just got back from seeing ’21’, the movie based off the book ‘Bringing Down the House’, which I absolutely loved (and its follow-up by the same author called Busting Vegas). It was an entertaining movie and it was great to just see all the Vegas locales (I REALLY want to see the ‘new’ Planet Hollywood casino now – the interior looks fantastic) but I have to say, the excitement of the book was lost in this movie. They definitely made this movie something loosely ‘based’ on the novel, and I think it wasn’t the better for it. It turned into a very plot-driven Act I – Act II – Act III thing and maybe if I hadn’t known how the book played out, it would have been more entertaining. But there was a LOT lost in translation. And believe you me, both Bringing Down the House and Busting Vegas were books I read each in one day/sitting. They were that good. So I have to give the movie version a half-hearted recommendation. It was cool, and the actors were great, but it wasn’t what I had hoped for.

I also just returned from visiting Steve in his home territory down in the Trenton, NJ area. It was nice to get out of the crazy area that is known as NYC, and it was of course just great spending time with him. But again with me and my willingness to be honest – I think there was a point in the evening that him and I were about to be done. Which would have sucked. But through continued talking, we’re still trucking along. But even though there’s a whole lot of me that would just wish I wouldn’t be truthful, you know what, I’d rather be upfront than hide my true feelings and have resentment grow. So this is good.

This weekend definitely is moving too fast. It’s not over yet, but man, I don’t know if I can handle another week like last week. I have no doubt it’ll still be a tough one, but c’mon, I REALLY can’t do another one like this one. Exhausting.

Halloween Party at the Salga House

So Angelo & I got coerced to have the CGOC Halloween party at our house. I must admit, the place was perfect for it, albeit a little small and out of the way for most of the CGOs. But whatever, the party was a blast. I remember getting completely sloshed and having the weirdest costume ever. I don’t even think it counts as a costume. And I still have the pants. And boy did we all dance that night – my computer’s mp3 dance collection was put to full use and it was fortunate there was no neighbors right next to us. I do remember putting real candles in the candelabra above the dance floor and the candles burning down to the end and dripping on people below. Perhaps not my best idea?

Update from May 2020:

I’m kind of on a kick to dive into my early, pre-Larry pictures, especially those when I was always so cognizent of trying to manage memory card space.  LOL.   Anyway, yeah, this was a fucking epic party.  Once Angelo & I embraced having the party at our place, it was just ‘on’.  Kasey & the crew all came over to get it ready, and damn, that basically meant snacks and the strongest alcohol you could muster.   And decorations.   As I remarked even in my original site’s page about this, my costume was insane.   I have no idea what I was thinking, as clearly, looking back now, there was lots o’ gay symbolism in my yin/yang good/bad theming.

So the party become not just drinking and laughing and hanging out, but it became a full on dance party.  And the house was not that big, but we all were hanging out in the main living room area underneath the LIT candelabra.  My computer was right there and was the DJ booth, and while there was plenty of songs, the one that I can STILL remember to this day having the most epic time dancing to was when put on “Dive in the Pool” by Barry Harris & Pepper MaShay.  This song was introduced to me by Angelo and I loved it – and it’s just a fucking stomper.   You always hope others feel about it the same way you do, and trust me, the moment in the song after letting you catch your breath when Pepper commands everyone to “let’s get soaking wet!!!” (specifically at about the 3:05 mark) and the music comes thundering back in?   OH YOU KNOW THE HOUSE WAS JUMPING.   Everyone, even Sunday who was a little more calmer than us, was right next to me jumping up and down.

I will never forget that moment.   Before and after?   Yeah, I was blackout drunk.  I had had way too many jello shots and whatever was there – when you’re 25, it’s so easy to drink anything.  I do remember a pivotal part at the end of the night though – most people had left, but Angelo’s Portuguese friends had been partying with us and they were all getting ready to head out and continue the party out on the island.  I knew our house was a mess and I didn’t want to leave as Jason had passed out in the shower, literally, and I didn’t want to just ditch those who were staying over.   But I know, with a reasonable amount of certainty, I probably could have had a first gay time out if I had gone with.   I knew that Angelo was gay, and his Azorean friends were a mix, and I probably could have had some fun that night.  But geez, you see what I had all over me that night – I can’t even imagine.  Seriously though, I do wonder what could have happened later that night!   Instead, passed out pretty quickly and probably for the best!   I remember the next day, we had a decent breakfast outside on the patio area and remarkably, wasn’t honestly that hungover.   I mean, yes, but not debilitatingly so like I’d had before and plenty times after.

It’s fun to remember those times, and that’s why I’m trying to populate this site and expand on what I could and couldn’t say when these pages were first built out – Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is a hell of a thing.

Original Site Link

October 29, 2001 @ Baia da Salga, Terceira