So as of lately, I can never say "I'm bored".

The nerve-wracking tension and stress of the ongoing event known as "the house ordeal" is a lot to deal with, all of it on top of the full time day jobs, then the nighttime karaoke jobs. I also get a lot of odd jobs, fixing computers, consulting, teaching, performing.

Thursday I used a vacation day from my regular job because I had been asked to be a producer on a chef competition show. Basically, I had done some of those odd jobs of the tech variety before at my mate's work. My mate's boss was a contestant, chef of an assisted living facility. The competition, all the contestants came from this field. (so obviously is was based on healthy eating).

I streamed a live broadcast to the residents sitting in a party room on a huge screen, and at assigned times the live feed went to us, and a woman doing the reporter thing would speak, and the old people would cheer and hold up signs for their chef. (I was on a headset with all the other remote telecast producers and the main event. We were always in first position, and I got a brief "heads up" before switchover so signal the talent.) It was long and boring, but my location was the smoothest running out of all of them. So I was at that all day, then my usual late Thursday night karaoke gig.

Friday, from being away the day before, I come back to a shit-storm of emergencies waiting for me to deal with. I get the office work done, jump in a truck and zoom down the highway to do service call above and beyond what the service techs can handle and get back to the office late. Eating din din after work, I get talked into going to a gay party. I don't really want to go, but Kuppy thinks we can meet more friends locally this way.

Let me first make this one thing very clear. I HATE "gay culture" with a passion, and have avoided much of "the scene" for years. Pretentious attitudes, fashion labels, butchered techno versions of music, and bitchy whiny flamers speaking in fake lispy accents, trying to find subtle and clever ways to insult others.

So yeah, I bring weed. Well, it's a good thing. Not even a freaking hour into the party, the 2 hosts start fighting. It starts as light argument evolving over cocaine and ex-boyfriends (yeah, 85% of all the 20-30somethings we have met in Florida are freaking coke-heads. Just great for me to be around to, having been clean of the heavy stuff for over 6 years now, close to 7.) So we are hanging outside with neighbors, and it errupts into full violent pushing, swinging, and top of lungs screaming fight. All of the party guests are pretending it's not happening, the neighbors hanging outside with us make cracks about it. A common occurrence to them.

Their dog gets out and takes off in the middle of all this...so bam, I am gone, got my "out" to go find the dog. (Didn't find, but it came back the next morning.)

In all this, older coke-enraged one goes violent on younger one. Bulk of party guests are older one's friends, so he beats up on younger one and refuses to let him leave. Party guests are fine with this. I notice the same thing in furry groups as well, don't dare risk becoming unpopular by insulting the group's friends.

So younger one rendezvous back to our house, and with another friend we go to local gay bar (one of our karaoke gigs.) A very dysfunctional drunk drag queen annoys the living shit out of me. "blah blah blah ...I'm famous...blah blah blah...." then our favorite bartender goes off psychotically on a couple people in a row. (None of us, I tip very well.)

So I, out drinking all night,without my backpack and a change of crinkle-pants, not wanting to leak, slip into the restroom in middle of a standoff, and after I pass, the stand-off becomes a full blown heavy duty brawl. "Slamming up against the restroom door as I scream in fake Italian accent "eh' I'm pissin' in here."

We close out that place and head home for more drinking and wii with gay boy sleeping on our couch. At some point into the evening he is on Adam for Adam and invites a guy over in our living room ....big no no for me (paranoid pup getting strangers in house, in the night while he sleeps. Bad.) This gets out later somehow to the older one.

Saturday we get lunch, then drop him off at work for a 3 hour shift. Kuppy and I take advantage of the 3 hours to do some shopping and browsing for stuff for the house. After we pick him up fro work, we are up to St. Pete to go see Harry Potter in IMAX. (yay!)

After big, bright, and loud movie experience. I attempt to find my way from memory to the little gay section on the other side of the highway from there. I stop, thinking I am lost, and Google informs me that I am one block away. We go to this big place George's Alibi in St. Pete and hang out until close. At one point, I walk outside to go smoke and wind up face to face with the exact same queen from the night before!

Sunday, Landlord who we have seen 5 times total since moving in, just stops by. Dog goes crazy, we never told him about her, and there's a pile of boxes on the porch for moving. Surprise! The landlord leaves, and *knock knock knock* , here's the older gay boy looking for the younger one. They go argue, but I make it known that physical assault on my territory would be met with gunfire. We then have to race back to the other place to get his stuff, before the other one throws it out. But older one doesn't go back home, and younger one has no access.

Well, on a happy note, our small messy place with wild large puppy, two guys in a diapers, (pretty sure he noticed the nursery back there, as animals kept opening the door) It wasn't an ideal living situation, and he worked out something else. Win!

Now today, we keep waiting for a call or email that we were supposed to get last Thursday about the state of our house. Notta yet. grrr.



TL/DR (don't be lazy fucker...drama is entertaining)