It's so hard being beautiful

We've all meet or seen on T.V. people who complain about such things as "its so hard being pretty" or "having all this money is such a burden." I hate those people, you hate those people but I regret to say I have become one of those people. Rest assured I'm still as poor and ugly as ever but now I am awash in free time, a rare treasure for most.
Last Friday I finished teaching my last summer school course and its gonna be another couple weeks until the regular school year starts. For the first time in my life I have more free time on my hands than I know what to do with and its freakin me out man.
At my last school I never really had a long summer break. In collage I always had summer jobs. And before that my father always ensured that I never had a free moment on my hands, always ready to hand me a broom or a hammer.
To those who don't get as much vacation time as me it does sound petty but I can't help it. After I get done organizing and cleaning all of our few possessions in our apartment, which will be in about another hour or so I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Pride and Dance

A couple of weeks ago Kae and her fellow belly dancers rocked the opening of the 38th annual Gay Pride Parade. Before the beginning of the parade the Fat Chance dancers warmed up the crowd, garnering more than their fair share of attention.

Now that we have live in San Francisco for about a year we finally got to see the Pride Parade. Last year at this time we were so busy trying to find a place to live and means to feed ourselves that we missed out on a lot of the fun stuff that the city by the bay has to offer. Being that this was my first one I have to say the Pride parade was way more reserved than I was told it was. Granted there was the half naked guys in leather techno dancing on floats sponsored by companies like Wells Fargo and Blue Cross Blue Shield.

However the theme of this years parade was defiantly family and marriage. Throngs of happily recently married regular gay couples definitely out numbered guys like this. (I'm not saying that they aren't happily married)

Musseltov, congratulations and おめでとございます all the newly weds. And a big thanks to Dykes on Bikes for the kick ass T-shirt.

Bow Wow Wow Yippie Yo Yippie Yea

Summer vacation this year kicked off in a big way. Kelly (pictured) and I are now certified W.F.R's, pronounced "woofers" other wise known as wilderness first responders. "What does that mean?" you ask well I will tell you. After 10 days of intensive training at the University of Santa Cruz by the NOLS wilderness institute we are now chucked full of wilderness first aid knowledge, and now may be able to save your life if you happen to fall off a cliff while in the great outdoors, and we're near by. The best part of all is that it was paid for in full by our school; way to go Stanbridge Academy.

One of the great highlights of the course was the scenarios. In the scenarios one (or more) person is given a role to play, head wound injury, fractured ribs, etc.. In one scenario a small group that I was in was taken down in to a wooded gulch; there we were told that we were the crew of an X Prize competition space plane and that we crash landed. I was given the role of "guy who appears fine but really has a massive head injury." My goal was to try and fool the rescuers in to thinking I'm o.k and if my ruse was successful I was instructed to pass out, go unconscious and then vomit all over one of the rescuers. The instructor gave me a bag of coco powder to mix in my mouth to simulate the putrid spew.
Taking the role and making my own I summoned up my Texas roots, put on my best Texan accent and became Tex McCloud, billionaire, oil man, and funder of an X Prize space plane. At first I ran up a hill yelling at group of students playing rescuers, barking at them like a Drill Instructor I made them do what I said for a while, totally incorrect for this situation. Finally after a good 40 minutes I got a cursory exam. After I was released I stood around for a while, pretended to make some calls on my cell phones and then did a full on face dive in to some brush. Eyes closed with my cheeks full of fake vomit I eagerly anticipated my moment. As soon as my rescuer turned me over I projectile vomited all over his his face and pretended to be unconscious for the next hour. Side note all of the kids at my school go crazy when I tell them this story.
All and all pretty good course.

Stay tuned for part 2, somethin real special.