..And We DON’T Accept No Food Stamps!

After work last night, Bobby dragged me kicking & screaming to the midnight showing of Friday the 13th III in 3D! Captured here is the sheer terror on my face at the discovery.

Moby Insane!

I quickly recovered from my 80’s flashback shock syndrome and decided it would be kinda fun. After all, I’d never seen the 3D version on the big screen. Of course, Bobby was thinking we needed to show up hours early, I quickly squashed that delusion. While it did have a good turnout, it wasn’t like the release of Star Wars or Star Trek. I’d say probably couple hundred people all total.

After a late night snack at Orphan Andy’s, we waddled over to the theatre. Here we are getting “in the mood” so to speak.

Choke that Hoe!

EEEEEEK!

We stood in line very close to the front for about 35 minutes. It was a bit nippy out and I had already commandeered Bobby’s fleece warm up so he froze while we were waiting. We had the pleasure of standing behind this gaggle of drunk twinkies in cheap knock-off hockey masks. They kept bouncing between the line to get in and Daddy’s (bar). You can picture the scene I’m sure.

So we finally got in out of the chill, got our beverages and quickly took our seats. Here we are in anticipation of the movie. I might add the glasses we are wearing are from the original release in 1982. Bobby is a fanatic when it comes to the Friday the 13th/Halloween franchises. You don’t even know to what degree.

Go!

Bobby didn’t believe me when I told him there would be lots of yelling. Sure enough we were surrounded by a cacophony of cat calls, screams, yells, and chants. We gave as good as we got though. There is one scene toward the end I couldn’t resist. The main female character is the only one left alive at this point. She just spent the night asleep in a canoe out in the middle of the water. She hears a sudden sound and is frightened by this mallard duck suddenly landing in the water. Right as the scene quited down I yelled “AFLAC!” Bobby laughed so hard I thought he might fall out of his seat.

So all in all, we had a good time. I didn’t get to bed till late and I’m paying for it today but it was worth it.

TRN

TRN stands for Tranny Hooker Neighbor which is exactly what I got. I normally don’t mind so much as she is usually quiet about it. I’m sure she has a day job but I often see her boys coming and going. Sometimes two or three a night. She ain’t bad as far as trannys go. Latin, slender, decent features. Ru Paul she ain’t (and for clarification, Ru is a drag queen not a tranny) but not bad.

Tonight, I’m coming back up from the laundry room and I run into her latest catch. EEEEESH! He was scary. He looked like a really bad version of the Tall Man from Phantasm.

The Tall Man - scary!

She must be desperate because this mofo was fucking hideous! Which was kind of a surprise. She normally brings home some decent looking trade. There was even one guy a couple of months back that I wouldn’t have minded if he’d accidently came to my apt instead. Young, muscled and hot! Anyway, I digress. This one is stumbling out and around the corner right as I’m coming up to my apartment. Old, drunk, bloodshot eyes attached to a withered scared face w/hair that looked like it had just been run thru the dryer on high heat. Blech.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I walked into the apartment. I hope her dry spell ends soon. I don’t think I could stomach another one like that.

Got Boy?

I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart (and hard spot in my pants) for Jan. Incredibly sexy man w/that goofy sort of disposition. Is it any wonder this pic made me melt? Who is he? Remember MTV’s – The Grind? He was the host among other things. He does modeling as well but that’s how I discovered him.

Jan E

I think I might need a bathroom break. *eg*

Folsom Weekend 2005 II

**Warning – this post isn’t exactly work friendly

Sunday was the fair and I spent most of the day managing the BCC booth. Once again, I kept forgetting to take pics. I got to meet Jack Hampster too! He stopped by the booth and introduced himself. I was hoping he’d stop by.

Mr. January 2006 hard at work signing calendars.

The very handsome and sweet Joey.

David & Marty stopped by to say hi. (A testament to my poor picture skills w/crappy lighting)

Didier and I got a kick out of this pic. Here is little Alan diligently signing calendars. Poor thing he can barely see over the table!

Two more of the calendar boys George and Barry shakin’ their groove thang. (they should stick to being pretty I think)

Gratuitous butt shot!

Mostovic came by too. I got such a giggle realizing the sign behind the pic afterwards.

I love seeing guys holding hands so I couldn’t resist this pic.

Sexy Ivan stopped by and said hi. His energy is very infectious along w/his laugh.

Another calendar guy Chris (left) and a hottie who made me swoon. (keep scrolling and you’ll see why!)

The hottie’s butt! Da-YUM!

Hottie #2. I enticed him over for a quick shot. Oy Vey!

All the guys did a great job promoting calendars and helping out. I was very proud to be apart of the charity. The day went off w/o a hitch.

Afterwards, Bobby showed up in his new army pants and we went off to dinner. Then home for a power nap and a goog soak in the jacuzzi.

Today, I had to teach computer training to the new dispatcher class then off to study group. I had a great weekend but I wore myself out. I’m a bit lethargic today. Whew!

Folsom Weekend 2005 I

Folsom weekend started out w/the Bigmuscle party at the Mezzanine on Saturday. Talk about yummy beefy men. It was like the festival of lights but w/flesh instead! The bigger space this year made for a much more enjoyable experience overall. The ex and I went together. Our first event besides dinner since the break up. We got along fine actually.

I kept forgetting to take pictures but I did get a few.

Here is the ex and I.
Moby & D

We ran into our buddy Thor and snapped off a quick shot.

I got a nice surprise running in B & D from Denver. I knew D from my days living in Boulder. His new boyfriend (on the left) was very sweet.

Two of my favorite calendar boys Valtar & Allen. They make a great couple. Nice and handsome.

I had a great time at the party. I did get one small disappointment though. They did some sort of porn star premier for up and coming film. There was one guy who I knew did photos but never knew he was into porn. Anyway, I’ve always thought this guy was incredibly hot. However, seeing at the party tweaked out of his gourd ruined any delusions of naughtiness. The only downer for the whole evening.

WTF?

It is just now noon here and I’m already exhausted. Got a call from my friend coming up from Houston that he won’t make it due to hurricane Rita (that bitch). I’m all bummed about that, then I start getting calls from the siblings and cousins. They are trying to get out of the city and may be crashing w/yours truly.

Hurricane Rita!

I don’t mind, of course, but you are speaking of peple who have never 1) been farther than 100 miles from home, 2) never ridden an airplane. I get into planning mode, thinking ok, I’ll need to rent a car, pickup an extra air mattress, blah blah blah. Another call, oh they closed the airports in Houston (there are two). Ok, now what? Well, I’m sorta in limbo at the moment.

Options are 1) go home and hope it doesn’t hit 2) drive to Dallas and try to fly out from there 3) find a shelter and pray.

I’m almost hoping they do come. I don’t envy their situation and I welcome them w/open arms naturally. However, I’d just get some twisted joy out of trying to explain Folsom to them! I know ‘bad Moby’ but I can’t help it. Their reality is so much different from mine it’s like night and day. Could you see me trying to explain chaps or butt plugs?

Here I sit till I find out what they plan to do.

Chef Moby

I played hookie from work today. Just didn’t have it in me to go. My friend D is coming up from Houston for Folsom St Fair. As I spent most of yesterday helping a friend from work setup and design his entire site from scratch, I didn’t get shit done. I did get out and do it today albeit a tad late. Only part I didn’t do was my DMV registration. I forgot to schedule an appointment in advance and I did not want to spend 2 & 3 hours in line waiting.

So while I’m out and about shopping for misc. housewares, Bobby tracks me down at Ross (theres a surprise right?). Anyway, he had a hankering for some good ole southern fried okra so I ended up cooking dinner for a change. I have to admit, once I started cooking I really got into it. It’s been awhile since I had some good southern food and it was delicious. It’s amazing how certain foods can bring back memories.

Fried Okra

Dinner consisted of fish filets, some long grain rice, fried okra, and a tall glass of ice tea. HMM-mmmm!

Dinner as Prepared by Chef Moby!

See there blog readers, not only am I good in bed but I can cook too!

Memories

I forgot to post this pic.

Beach Chalet

I don’t particularly like it as the lines on my shirt make me look like I have a belly. From the previous pic you know that is simply not true. This is 6 of the 8 remaining members from my academy class from work. The older lady on the right is the Client Service Mgr and sort of adopted us when we came in. Two of my coworkers are missing, one was sick and the other was unreachable in time. The short guy next to me is kristaki.

It’s been awhile since we could get together. I am just sad it took the death of one of those close to us to make it happen. I am determined to make sure we don’t let it go so long again.

Bored

At work on OT and bored out of my skull. I know I’m not supposed to blog w/o something to say but I can’t help it!

So instead of blathering on and on, I thought I’d post a gratuitous bod shot for the masses.

Baggy Boxers!

Yeah, I know I need to go to the gym. I made it in today and had a nice chest workout.