And I'm off!!

Well, I'm on my way. At 5:45am this morning I boarded the plane for the first leg of my 28 hour journey across the globe. Yes, all told, from start to finish, I will be on a plane or waiting in an aiport for 28 hours (at least) as I make my way to Thailand. What can I say, Brit Boy was willing to cross an ocean to come to me. It's the least I could do to return the favor.

I'm currently in the Admiral's Lounge in Chicago O'Hare. I've just been lounging without having to fight for a seat at a crowded gate. Without having to suffer children screaming and crying and running around. WIthout having to listen to people prattle on about all sorts of shit that no one really cares about.

It's rather unlikely that I'll be posting anything for the next two weeks. I mean, not only are there all the Buddhist temples to go to, shopping to be done, and SCUBA diving to enjoy... but um... I haven't seen Brit Boy in three months, so there's definitely some reacquainting we need to do. *grin*

So... hard...

I leave tomorrow morning to meet up with Brit Boy. When we meet in Bangkok, it will have been three months and one day since I last saw him. I know some things have changed - he no longer has a mohawk for one (he thought it best to cut it off when traveling through SE Asian countries that are a little less than stable. No need to draw extra attention to oneself.

Excited can not even describe the feelings I have right now. I'm bouncy, I'm smiley, I'm joyous. I'm pent up.

I started withholding from myself on Sunday. Yes, you read that right. Me, the guy that takes matters into his own hands at least twice a day has gone without since Sunday. Three days ago. I wanted to "rev up the engine" for when I get to be with my man again. However, right about now I feel like my crotch is about to burst out of my pants.

Drunky-McDunkville

Transportation Conference. Full of engineers and lawyers. And a few politicians thrown into the mix. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?

Well, I can't really say that I've actually been attending too much of the conference. Gabbing, schmoozing, drinking. That's more my style at these things. So yesterday, when I faced the prospect of a 16 hour day with my co-workers, the last 10 of which were spent drinking, I was up for it. I am, after all, a professional drunkard.

What I wasn't really up for was the 10 hours of drinking in a full suit while it was 85 percent humidity.

It was HUGE!!

I looked. I'll admit it. I mean, some people will say they don't, but there I times I do.

I look in the locker room.

Not always. I mean, most of the time, you really don't want to. And this wasn't' one of the times Iwanted to look. This was a time I needed to look. It just *called* to me.

I was standing in the locker room, getting ready for my workout, and the guy next to me had just gotten out of the shower. When he removed his towel to do... god only knows... that's when it caught my eye. Literally, out of the corner of my eye I saw it. And it drew my gaze in.

Now, I had to be all natural and nonchallant, but it drew my gaze nonetheless. It was huge! All big, black, and bushy. I swear it sprouted out at least 4 inches from his body. It covered all hints of a penis completely.

My question: How the hell do you even function when your pubic hair completely hides the fact that you have a penis. Wait! Maybe he didn't have a penis and he was trying to hide that.

Nah... he was just a lazy slob that didn't take his partner's dislike of hair in his/her mouth when going downtown. I mean, really!! There's a certain amount of respect in just doing a little bit of maintenance down there!

I think this calls for a celebration

Seventeen days. One. Seven. Yes... seventeen days until the anniversary of my birth.

Shocked? Amazed that you could have possibly let this wonderful event almost slip by? It's ok. I'm here to remind you.

Unfortunately for y'all, I'll be in Thailand during my normal "week of celebration." However, I'm thinking of holding a fabulous weekend of celebrations once I return at which point you all can shower me with well-wishes and gifts.

*Le Sigh*

S.C.U.B.A. diving, tex-mex, and margaritas. Is there a better way to spend a Sunday?

Excuse me?

A couple of weeks ago, it was a trip to the STD clinic. Shortly thereafter I went and got shot. In the arm. Several times. (Vaccinations for my impending trip to Thailand).

Today I went in for my physical. And I'm not really sure why it is, but why is it that when the doctor is cupping my balls, asking me to turn my head and cough... AND when he's rolling my testicles between his fingers for the testicular cancer check... why does he try to make small talk?!?

I mean, y'all know I don't have any issue being naked in front of people. Nor do I have any issue with men touching my junk. Just... um... small talk? Really?

And, I gotta tell ya, for someone that hasn't had sex in lord knows how long, I sure am getting poked, prodded, and having my genitals fondled by strangers a helluva lot.

Rest In Peace, friend

It's happened a couple of time thus far in my adult life, but it still hits me in the core of my being.

A good friend of mine died over the weekend after battling cancer. He was 33.

UPDATE:

I sat in shock when I heard the news. Seeing it posted, picture and all, just leaves me numb.