A new year always brings so many possibilities. As a true Sagittarius, I absolutely love all of the "new-ness" the overturning of a year can provide. I like to call it a "refresher". Leaving all of the garbage from the previous year behind to focus on what life has in store in the upcoming months.
*cartwheel*
Sadly, the only thing I am not looking forward to is all the new faces at the gym. Don't get me wrong, I think it's great that people begin to fulfill their resolutions to get in shape, but the abundance of idiots is too much for me to handle. It's rather frustrating, but this type of annoyance will only lead me to a meditation-like session which could be totally soul cleansing. I'm always looking for the silver lining.
Regardless, I am welcoming 2013 with complete optimism. I am super excited for all of the adventures that await me this year. Here's to another great year of life. Cheers!
Sunday, January 06, 2013
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
ALC For AFL
There was one life changing moment that I did not list on the LA Pride 2012 Recap...
At the ALC finale on Saturday afternoon, Cakes re-registered for ALC next year, along with BJ, Woods, and myself. Yes, you read that correctly. I have signed up for Aids Life Cycle 2013. My emotions are very mixed... I am nervous, yet excited. I will be challenging myself a great deal as I have never put myself through anything this physical for an extended period of time. But I am determined to stick to this and complete it to the best of my ability.
For the time being, I have two goals...
First step: start training at the gym.
Second step: find a bike.
My knees are shaking.
At the ALC finale on Saturday afternoon, Cakes re-registered for ALC next year, along with BJ, Woods, and myself. Yes, you read that correctly. I have signed up for Aids Life Cycle 2013. My emotions are very mixed... I am nervous, yet excited. I will be challenging myself a great deal as I have never put myself through anything this physical for an extended period of time. But I am determined to stick to this and complete it to the best of my ability.
For the time being, I have two goals...
First step: start training at the gym.
Second step: find a bike.
My knees are shaking.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Blackout Pride!
LA Pride 2012 Recap
Friday:
-Dinner with Raya & Woods.
-Trotted through Putanesca's gallery finale at PopTart is Koreatown.
-Had a couple of cocktails with Lover and Woods at Casa de A2 while we waited for "my sister from another mister" BJ to arrive from San Diego.
-Ended up going to Eleven before it got too late sans BJ as she was stuck in traffic on the 5.
-Ran into RA, Vanessa, & "Hans".
-BJ arrived just in time at Eleven to have one last (maybe two) drinks.
-Danced until 2:45am then had a late night snack at Los Tacos.
Saturday:
-Rolled into the ALC finale to cheer on Cakes.
-Had late lunch with Woods at FreshEast in West Hollywood while I supplied my commentary on every queen who walked by.
-Hung out with Woods, CB & Bryant.
-Enjoyed finally seeing Lil' Kim in the flesh.
-Left early to have dinner with my favorite lesbots BJ & Cakes at Versailles Restaurant in Culver City.
-In bed by 1am... seriously!
Sunday:
-Up early (8:30am... seriously!) to have a hearty breakfast.
-Got to parade late... oh well.
-More commentary while Woods & I snaked through Santa Monica Boulevard with our Sprite & Stoli's.
-Continued our LA Pride tradition at Micky's by downing a Blue Moon.
-Ran into "Hans" who was working.
-Walked down SMB a bit more.
-Stopped at Eleven for another drink.
-Walked down SMB a bit more with another Sprite & Stoli.
-Ended up at Micky's (surprise!).
-More Blue Moon.
-Met some flirty dudes.
-Blackout began...
-Took some bitches to church with the truth!
-Made an ass out of myself, but still was able to maintain a level of lady-ness.
Sunday (continued):
-Woke up in the back seat of the A2 vehicle hours later.
-Realized that I may have lost: my phone, the camera, my VISA card, and my wallet.
-Drank two bottles of water that I was smart enough to store in the vehicle.
-Feel back asleep.
-Woke up with my foot in Woods' mouth.
-Found the camera & my phone in the car.
-Told Woods to find my wallet... more importantly, my ID, which I loosely remembered losing at Micky's with my wallet and VISA card.
-Feel back asleep.
-Woke up with the vehicle in parked in a parking spot closer to the action. Was told my wallet with ID was found, but still did not have my VISA card.
-Realize that I am now missing ONE sock.
-Got out of the car to find a place to piss.
-Drunkenly tried to lure some guy I thought was hot at the time behind a gate for some Pride hanky panky. Failed.
-Returned to the backseat of the car to sleep.
-Woke up with the car now parked on SMB, just three store-fronts away from Fubar. Lover says "hello" to me from the front seat.
-Hangover begins. At 11:30pm.
-Drank water at Fubar while conversing with Woods, Lover, Rawburt, Matty, "Hans" & Connie.
-Drank more water.
-Somehow ended up at home.
-More water.
-Dry heave.
-More water.
-Passed the fuck out on the bed in Whip's space.
Monday:
-Woke up refreshed with no hangover. Miracle!
-Tricked.
-Dinner with Woods.
-Located the elusive sock in a puddle of sludge on Beverly Boulevard.
-The Abbey for Mascara Mondays with Jackie Beat and special guest Sherry Vine.
-Made a trek over the Micky's to get my VISA card, but they were closed. *sigh*
-Final Blue Moon of the weekend.
-Made a declaration to myself and Woods that I would "never do that again!".
-Sleep.
Friday:
-Dinner with Raya & Woods.
-Trotted through Putanesca's gallery finale at PopTart is Koreatown.
-Had a couple of cocktails with Lover and Woods at Casa de A2 while we waited for "my sister from another mister" BJ to arrive from San Diego.
-Ended up going to Eleven before it got too late sans BJ as she was stuck in traffic on the 5.
-Ran into RA, Vanessa, & "Hans".
-BJ arrived just in time at Eleven to have one last (maybe two) drinks.
-Danced until 2:45am then had a late night snack at Los Tacos.
Saturday:
-Rolled into the ALC finale to cheer on Cakes.
-Had late lunch with Woods at FreshEast in West Hollywood while I supplied my commentary on every queen who walked by.
-Hung out with Woods, CB & Bryant.
-Enjoyed finally seeing Lil' Kim in the flesh.
-Left early to have dinner with my favorite lesbots BJ & Cakes at Versailles Restaurant in Culver City.
-In bed by 1am... seriously!
Sunday:
-Up early (8:30am... seriously!) to have a hearty breakfast.
-Got to parade late... oh well.
-More commentary while Woods & I snaked through Santa Monica Boulevard with our Sprite & Stoli's.
-Continued our LA Pride tradition at Micky's by downing a Blue Moon.
-Ran into "Hans" who was working.
-Walked down SMB a bit more.
-Stopped at Eleven for another drink.
-Walked down SMB a bit more with another Sprite & Stoli.
-Ended up at Micky's (surprise!).
-More Blue Moon.
-Met some flirty dudes.
-Blackout began...
-Took some bitches to church with the truth!
-Made an ass out of myself, but still was able to maintain a level of lady-ness.
Sunday (continued):
-Woke up in the back seat of the A2 vehicle hours later.
-Realized that I may have lost: my phone, the camera, my VISA card, and my wallet.
-Drank two bottles of water that I was smart enough to store in the vehicle.
-Feel back asleep.
-Woke up with my foot in Woods' mouth.
-Found the camera & my phone in the car.
-Told Woods to find my wallet... more importantly, my ID, which I loosely remembered losing at Micky's with my wallet and VISA card.
-Feel back asleep.
-Woke up with the vehicle in parked in a parking spot closer to the action. Was told my wallet with ID was found, but still did not have my VISA card.
-Realize that I am now missing ONE sock.
-Got out of the car to find a place to piss.
-Drunkenly tried to lure some guy I thought was hot at the time behind a gate for some Pride hanky panky. Failed.
-Returned to the backseat of the car to sleep.
-Woke up with the car now parked on SMB, just three store-fronts away from Fubar. Lover says "hello" to me from the front seat.
-Hangover begins. At 11:30pm.
-Drank water at Fubar while conversing with Woods, Lover, Rawburt, Matty, "Hans" & Connie.
-Drank more water.
-Somehow ended up at home.
-More water.
-Dry heave.
-More water.
-Passed the fuck out on the bed in Whip's space.
Monday:
-Woke up refreshed with no hangover. Miracle!
-Tricked.
-Dinner with Woods.
-Located the elusive sock in a puddle of sludge on Beverly Boulevard.
-The Abbey for Mascara Mondays with Jackie Beat and special guest Sherry Vine.
-Made a trek over the Micky's to get my VISA card, but they were closed. *sigh*
-Final Blue Moon of the weekend.
-Made a declaration to myself and Woods that I would "never do that again!".
-Sleep.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Frustrated Franny Strikes Again
Despite the past few days being quite productive, the potential for today's planned events turned rather sour. I had high hopes to actually get out of the house, but when one issue led to another, it was already too late to actually go through with the plans. Now I find myself in a funk. I really hate feeling this way. All I can do at this point is make the best of my situation. I'll probably head out to the gym to sweat out this negativity. That always helps me see the silver lining when I find myself in this position. All hail the LA Fitness.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
The New Adventures Of Old Whiplash
It's good to have some kind of "normalcy". Whatever that may be, and however you define that term is completely up to you so having any level of "normal" in my life is nice to have, even though most people would probably cringe at my definition of the word.
The last few weeks have been utter chaos. I had a curve ball of a situation thrown my way. One that took time and effort to correct. One that I am still cleaning up today. Literally. At first, I was totally frustrated, but as each day passes, I find myself waking up calmer and calmer. I know I can't change the way the cards were dealt, but at least I can make sure I am more educated if I were to be hit with this type of mess again. I'm crossing my fingers that I don't have to. It's not, and wasn't, pretty.
On that note, today is a fresh start. In all senses of the word. I feel renewed. I am super excited on what lies ahead for the next few months. Work-wise and socially. Woods and I have returned to focusing on finishing A2. I have created a goal list and a realistic time frame. My social calendar is full of amazing events that will have me here, there and everywhere in-between. This is what makes life exciting and I'm happy to be on board for the full ride.
The last few weeks have been utter chaos. I had a curve ball of a situation thrown my way. One that took time and effort to correct. One that I am still cleaning up today. Literally. At first, I was totally frustrated, but as each day passes, I find myself waking up calmer and calmer. I know I can't change the way the cards were dealt, but at least I can make sure I am more educated if I were to be hit with this type of mess again. I'm crossing my fingers that I don't have to. It's not, and wasn't, pretty.
On that note, today is a fresh start. In all senses of the word. I feel renewed. I am super excited on what lies ahead for the next few months. Work-wise and socially. Woods and I have returned to focusing on finishing A2. I have created a goal list and a realistic time frame. My social calendar is full of amazing events that will have me here, there and everywhere in-between. This is what makes life exciting and I'm happy to be on board for the full ride.
Thursday, November 03, 2011
Camp Toxic Waist Closed For Business
After a few days of letting the dust settle from the entire chaos of Trannyshack Halloween in San Francisco and the West Hollywood Halloween Carnaval soak it, I am now ready to deal with the whole experience.
Trannyshack Halloween was great as always. I think the entire "team" had a blast overall. I will have to agree that the performance wasn't "really that good" but it is/was what it is/was, and we gave it our all considering the few bumps in the road we had to encounter. I know Toxic Waist is grateful for those who gave their time and effort in re-creating Camp Toxic Waist for the NorCal audience.
I have a feeling most people don't know where to categorize Toxic Waist. She is not a "glam girl", and she doesn't want to be. She is a total clown. Dare I say an outcast... even in the performance world. She has no interest in wanting to be on RuPaul's Drag Race. And the bitch doesn't do "Heather drag". I think that is where the issue sometime lies.
With that being said, I think I can summarize what happened at Camp Toxic Waist in what I like to call "the three strikes":
Strike 1: The Toxic Waist Team was from LA. Not to say that everyone was looking down on the girls from Los Angeles, but so far my experience is anytime you mention you are from La La Land, and if you go so far to say that you love living there, the reverse snobbery is ugly.
Strike 2: In comparison to the other performances, Camp Toxic Waist was one of the shortest. I guess attempting to cram all of the "events" into just over four minutes doesn't/didn't do it justice.
Strike 3: The big reveal of blood was a complete let down. The ball was totally dropped. Unfortunately, the blood wasn't checked for squirting consistency and the sprayer was clogged up - something that wasn't discovered until the return home.
Always a silver lining: Live and learn. At least Toxic Waist can say she/he/it had the time of her/his/it's life and was humbled by the opportunity to perform at Trannyshack. If she/he/it gets a chance to perform again here in Los Angeles, hopefully things will run much smoother. It's still early for Team Toxic Waist - who knows what they have up their sleeves in the future.
Trannyshack Halloween was great as always. I think the entire "team" had a blast overall. I will have to agree that the performance wasn't "really that good" but it is/was what it is/was, and we gave it our all considering the few bumps in the road we had to encounter. I know Toxic Waist is grateful for those who gave their time and effort in re-creating Camp Toxic Waist for the NorCal audience.
I have a feeling most people don't know where to categorize Toxic Waist. She is not a "glam girl", and she doesn't want to be. She is a total clown. Dare I say an outcast... even in the performance world. She has no interest in wanting to be on RuPaul's Drag Race. And the bitch doesn't do "Heather drag". I think that is where the issue sometime lies.
With that being said, I think I can summarize what happened at Camp Toxic Waist in what I like to call "the three strikes":
Strike 1: The Toxic Waist Team was from LA. Not to say that everyone was looking down on the girls from Los Angeles, but so far my experience is anytime you mention you are from La La Land, and if you go so far to say that you love living there, the reverse snobbery is ugly.
Strike 2: In comparison to the other performances, Camp Toxic Waist was one of the shortest. I guess attempting to cram all of the "events" into just over four minutes doesn't/didn't do it justice.
Strike 3: The big reveal of blood was a complete let down. The ball was totally dropped. Unfortunately, the blood wasn't checked for squirting consistency and the sprayer was clogged up - something that wasn't discovered until the return home.
Always a silver lining: Live and learn. At least Toxic Waist can say she/he/it had the time of her/his/it's life and was humbled by the opportunity to perform at Trannyshack. If she/he/it gets a chance to perform again here in Los Angeles, hopefully things will run much smoother. It's still early for Team Toxic Waist - who knows what they have up their sleeves in the future.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Camp Toxic Waist: The Remake
This weekend is approaching fast... and Camp Toxic Waist is re-opening in San Francisco at Trannyshack Halloween... do you dare to be there?!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Monday, October 03, 2011
Need More Lemon Pledge
I'm going to have to hire Consuelo to clean up all this dust this blog has been gathering. In a nutshell, I've been recovering from Folsom Street Fair, working on changing my sleep schedule, organizing my environment, and dealing with what is known to some as Toxic Waist. I'm sure that it will all work out. This girl is a true optimistic.
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Apparently My Alley Didn't Get Enough
Even though I just got back from San Francisco a couple of days ago, I'm heading back there again to see my homeGHOUL Raya Light's stage play: The Unbearable Lightness of Raya (The 2011 Remix) / HALLOWEEN! The Ballad of Michele Myers at CounterPULSE in SoMa. Should be a hoot.
I'll be driving up there tomorrow afternoon with Woods. Sounds like I will be hanging with "the girls" all weekend. Might have time to enjoy an "appointment" or two, but we'll see. Them homosexuals can be rather flakey. Oh well, such is life.
I'll be driving up there tomorrow afternoon with Woods. Sounds like I will be hanging with "the girls" all weekend. Might have time to enjoy an "appointment" or two, but we'll see. Them homosexuals can be rather flakey. Oh well, such is life.
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