oh my, you should eat.

THIS was oh so wrong, but oh so hilarious. I totally fell for it, too.

I went to a press conference this morning regarding the addition of gender identity to the city and county discrimination ordinance. I got off at the wrong stop unfortunately, which means I had to over 8 blocks in 5 minutes. Needless to say, I was 10 minutes late. Then after the conference I walked to the office with my co-worker (MFHA), which was probably 16 blocks. So my legs may be sore tomorrow, but I'd much rather spend a Friday morning walking around then stuck in an office so there are no complaints here. Also, it was cool to be at an event with MFHA because she's very well known, connected, and smooth when talking to cool folks in the community and such -- and of course she's nonchalantly say, "oh, have you met Ray?" and then I get included in pleasant sidewalk conversations with state representatives. I'm not a big schmoozer -- the only reason I'm impressed is because none of this felt like schmoozing. I just had an opportunity to listen to folks chat about interesting stuff going on in local politics. And because I was with MFHA, I had credibility and respect, so they had no problem saying whatever in front of me without the worry of who I am. I really need to attend more community events on behalf of us. The problem is my tendency toward reticence in situations where I'm unsure of myself. So perhaps after some practice and some tagging along, I can start doing it on my own. Or at least not feel weird about being the only person from my organization at an event where the partial purpose is for me to represent the organization.

Before lunch I had a chat with an old legal intern who was visiting in town. He still doesn't get. This mthafcker was AT the infamous happy hour where I unintentionally came out to two co-workers (which started me coming out to everyone at work), and he's surrounded by people who call me Ray and Raymond and yet he still fcked up when talking about me to Flighty Immature Coworker. Even FIC sort of raised his eyebrows -- it must be bad, since he's not exactly the poster child for sensitivity and awareness. Oh well. I voted not to attend lunch with them, despite having pity on MFHA for being forced into the Blonde Ambition Tour 2002 -- two flighty insensitive young blond fags is not my preferred company. At least not these two. Don't worry -- I judge every individual on their merit.

Am I the only one who doesn't feel extra strange about Lisa Lopes's death since she just signed with Tha Row (formerly Death Row Records) and got taken in as a solo artist (N.I.N.A.) by Suge Knight? Maybe I'm just being overly paranoid and conspiratorial. But I am pretty sad about her death. I was in Atlanta when she burned Andre's house down, and I remember explaining who she was to my parents who had never heard of her.

I had too many carbos at lunch so now I'm sleepy. I'm sure I will return in a couple hours for the infamous end-of-the-day & end-of-the-week post.

there's no time!

I don't have too much time to write my infamous Friday afternoon post. Though the day went by quickly and I'm in good spirits. Had a nice lunch with CoWorker Friend with some bad-for-me but tasty chinese fast food. Pretty much the only work I did this afternoon involved tracking down a deposition from an old case of ours, which ended up being located in a storage facility controlled by our New York office. Which means I called up Sweet Paralegal. Not to be confused with Annoying Paralegal, who I've talked about here before, under the alternate name of "Annoying New Kid" who likes to act like he alwys knows what he's doing. But anyway, Sweet Paralegal is SO nice that it makes me blush. And she's very innocently nice but in a strange, somewhat sexual ploying way. Like when I talk to her on the phone (which isn't too often), she's like "so when are you going to come visit me, Raaay? I've gotten to meet T____, so when will I meet you?" Then we talk about how great T___ is and she says she proposed marriage to him and he accepted. So when I e-mailed her after the phone call I thought about adding something on the end abotu aspiring to be her runner-up fiance, but didn't want to push it. I mean, I sort of wonder if she's intentionally flirty or if she doesn't quite realize it?

Girls make me so funny. Gosh darn, I like them. And I like when they make me blush sometimes.

Sardonic Fundraiser made me blush earlier and that wasn't too bad either. Of course, I love how he calls me Raymond and I even avoid being in the men's room at the same time with him because I'm too nervous. His partner is super hot too, and they're both these wonderful chain-smoking handsome gay men who have just enough queen and bitterness to be entertaining and cope with the crap of life, but without being too embittered and difficult to be around.

Damn, sometimes I don't realize how lucky I am to work in the super-queer environment. Yesterday I was reading a story in the paper about one of our cases in Ohio, and our co-operating attorney commented that the AFA (American Family Association) is "trying to be the Gladys Kravitzes of society." That's a Bewitched reference, for those who don't know. I nearly died. I hope he's out already, because with sound bytes like that.....