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Prophets, Burritos, and Men With Beards
Dec. 16th, 2003 09:30 amOn Saturday I woke up and checked the email to see if Davo (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
davomatic) answered my request for lunch. He left a note that he was broke. I thought, yeah, I'm kinda poor too, but I could certainly buy him lunch. I'm a firm believer that what comes around, goes around, and a lunch purchased today will be rewarded in the future. I do what I can, when I can.
Davo accepted and I met him at my new obsession, Chipotle. Yummy.
We talked and talked, for something like 2 and a half hours. We talked about work, and religion and politics. We debated about things as much as a minor liberal and a minor conservative can. It's going to be sad when he moves off to Toronto and we can't do this any more.
I keep thinking of the discussions of politics between the two characters, the Jew and the Mormon on Angels in America. Of course they couldn't reconcile the differences. Really, political discussions are easy, you just have to know when to present a good, well, thought argument, when to admit that you aren't sure why you have a conviction, and when to shut the hell up.
I watched the second half of Angels last night, finding the ending, well, unsatisfying. Especially the very last part. it prophet goes through all of this stuff, make a big declaration about the world and how humans will continue to press forward and demand more, but then there's this tacked on ending that screams, "I wrote this in 1985, and now it's 1990 and I need to acknowledge that things have changed!" It seems forced, and since it's just people talking about unrelated events, it doesn't hold with the rest. Still, several characters don't get a real resolution, either. So much promise, ruined in one short act.
I digress. Miami Chris (dedos) called and asked what was up for the evening. Still stuck in Houston, I was more than happy to hang out with him. We ran over to the comic book store, embarrassing myself when I had an expensive two months worth of comics to purchase. We then went out to eat, and to see a movie.
We saw Love, Actually. A good flick. Nothing really big happens, it's just a movie about human interaction, relationships building, relationships ending. It's a slice-of-life movie and it's just a peaceful romantic thing. Very British, and I like British.
We then ran off to the Ripcord. Yes, the bars again. You'd think that I'm getting used to the whole thing, but I was still a little nervous. Still, it was the same leather guys, the same smokiness, and instead of Brittany Spears, it was Michelle Branch singing her way through the darkness of the place. Where's a good Tool or Foo Fighters song when you need to set the dark mood in a leather bar. What, do you think these guys are going to dance or something? People are too busy posing for all of that.
Several people from the Houston Area Bears were there, so we struck up some conversation. We spoke with Steve for quite a long time, about this and that, often about Houston and it's gay past. We even moved out into the street, somewhere shy of 2 a.m. I think we were all happy to see more Houston police cars patrolling the area as there had been some recent gaybashings in the area. It seems some are getting motivated by seeing so much gay TV these days.
I took Miami Chris back to his hotel and accepted his offer to stay over, since it was late. Still, I had wished for my CPAP, but hey. We woke up to see the news of Saddam's capture, and to take in the free breakfast buffet at the hotel.
We grabbed lunch and stopped at my apartment and watched some Tivo'd shows before I had to take him back. Again, it was really nice to get to know Chris, he's really nice and sweet. He has some drawing skills, too. One day, possibly at next year's Disney Gay Days, Chris and I will have to meet him and his husband Tony.
Then it was off to the parents, where I had to try to tell them that I wanted to do Christmas lunch a little earlier so I could drive to Dallas that day. Thank god for Laura living there. It makes for a great cover. Dad knows why I'm going, but not Mom. One day, not at Christmas, this will all come out, and I won't worry about telling half-truths anymore.
And that was the weekend, let's move forward.
davomatic) answered my request for lunch. He left a note that he was broke. I thought, yeah, I'm kinda poor too, but I could certainly buy him lunch. I'm a firm believer that what comes around, goes around, and a lunch purchased today will be rewarded in the future. I do what I can, when I can.Davo accepted and I met him at my new obsession, Chipotle. Yummy.
We talked and talked, for something like 2 and a half hours. We talked about work, and religion and politics. We debated about things as much as a minor liberal and a minor conservative can. It's going to be sad when he moves off to Toronto and we can't do this any more.
I keep thinking of the discussions of politics between the two characters, the Jew and the Mormon on Angels in America. Of course they couldn't reconcile the differences. Really, political discussions are easy, you just have to know when to present a good, well, thought argument, when to admit that you aren't sure why you have a conviction, and when to shut the hell up.
I watched the second half of Angels last night, finding the ending, well, unsatisfying. Especially the very last part. it prophet goes through all of this stuff, make a big declaration about the world and how humans will continue to press forward and demand more, but then there's this tacked on ending that screams, "I wrote this in 1985, and now it's 1990 and I need to acknowledge that things have changed!" It seems forced, and since it's just people talking about unrelated events, it doesn't hold with the rest. Still, several characters don't get a real resolution, either. So much promise, ruined in one short act.
I digress. Miami Chris (
dedos) called and asked what was up for the evening. Still stuck in Houston, I was more than happy to hang out with him. We ran over to the comic book store, embarrassing myself when I had an expensive two months worth of comics to purchase. We then went out to eat, and to see a movie.We saw Love, Actually. A good flick. Nothing really big happens, it's just a movie about human interaction, relationships building, relationships ending. It's a slice-of-life movie and it's just a peaceful romantic thing. Very British, and I like British.
We then ran off to the Ripcord. Yes, the bars again. You'd think that I'm getting used to the whole thing, but I was still a little nervous. Still, it was the same leather guys, the same smokiness, and instead of Brittany Spears, it was Michelle Branch singing her way through the darkness of the place. Where's a good Tool or Foo Fighters song when you need to set the dark mood in a leather bar. What, do you think these guys are going to dance or something? People are too busy posing for all of that.
Several people from the Houston Area Bears were there, so we struck up some conversation. We spoke with Steve for quite a long time, about this and that, often about Houston and it's gay past. We even moved out into the street, somewhere shy of 2 a.m. I think we were all happy to see more Houston police cars patrolling the area as there had been some recent gaybashings in the area. It seems some are getting motivated by seeing so much gay TV these days.
I took Miami Chris back to his hotel and accepted his offer to stay over, since it was late. Still, I had wished for my CPAP, but hey. We woke up to see the news of Saddam's capture, and to take in the free breakfast buffet at the hotel.
We grabbed lunch and stopped at my apartment and watched some Tivo'd shows before I had to take him back. Again, it was really nice to get to know Chris, he's really nice and sweet. He has some drawing skills, too. One day, possibly at next year's Disney Gay Days, Chris and I will have to meet him and his husband Tony.
Then it was off to the parents, where I had to try to tell them that I wanted to do Christmas lunch a little earlier so I could drive to Dallas that day. Thank god for Laura living there. It makes for a great cover. Dad knows why I'm going, but not Mom. One day, not at Christmas, this will all come out, and I won't worry about telling half-truths anymore.
And that was the weekend, let's move forward.
