Wedding Week Repost: Straw Hats and Bow Ties

I remember watching an episode of Sex and the City ... I'm gay, so that answers that question ... and Samantha was asking if anyone is ever really happy in their relationship every single day.

Charlotte said she was, and Samantha, stunned, asked, "You're happy in your relationship every day?"

And Charlotte said, "Well, not all day, but, yes, every single day I'm happy in my relationship."

That's how I feel about Carlos and here's a little repost from March 2009 as an example of why ...

Straw Hats and Bow Ties

I have one hard and fast rule — actually I have about a thousand, but we'll deal with this one today—unless you are under six or over eighty, you should never wear a bow tie.

Amended to add: or unless you're Carlos.

Backing up a bit. When I flew to Miami nine years ago to meet Carlos face-to-face, he was picking me up at the Ft Lauderdale airport. I knew what he looked like, and he knew me; we'd emailed and snail mailed pictures. But he told me he'd be wearing a bow tie when I arrived so I could spot him. And yes he was; a cute little bow tie and a bunch of roses. He looked adorable, although that one hard and fast rule played in my mind.

A bow tie?

Come to find out, Carlos only wears bow ties when a tie is needed. And of course, being the 21st century and being Miami, we weren't invited to too many functions where a tie was necessary, so I didn't see him in one for a long while.

Flash forward to yesterday. We're meeting Roger and Thomas at the HuffawFawFaw Hall — it’s actually called Springdale Hall, but at first I thought it would be a pretentious affair, hence the HuffawFawFaw. I showered and shaved and cologned and styled and got myself pressed and dressed and spackled and shined; and Carlos did the same.

He came down the hall wearing a new green shirt and a yellow bow tie. That rule rang a bell in my head. Then I looked at him.

He was the cutest thing ever!

I have changed the rule as of yesterday. No bow ties unless you're Carlos.

But then he put on an actual straw hat, and for a moment I thought I was going to lose it. Straw. Hat. Oh honey.....No.......no. And then the damned thing increased his cuteness level tenfold. I may have to keep him in bow ties and straw hats forever. My heart skipped a little he looked so handsome.

Sometimes you forget, when you see the same face day after day, just how handsome they can be....even in a bow tie and straw hat!

Random Musings

'Wis plaizure.'

Those are the only words spoken by Best Actor nominee Jean Dujardin in The Artist. Seriously, it's a silent movie, with no one speaking, until the last couple of minutes, and yet it was such a joy to watch. 

Black-and-white, silent film, in 2012. Who knew!

Sidenote: Apparently the silent motif extended to the audience because, except for some laughter, the theater was eerily silent.

I sense a trend....?

Plus: Jean Dujardin is hot. And French. And funny.

Okay, so I loves me some Justified because I loves me some Timothy Olyphant.

It's all good.

Then it gets better because one Neal McDonough has joined the cast and suddenly it's Kentucky Man Candy every Tuesday night at 10 PM on F/X.

Neal and Timothy. They haven't had any scenes together yet, but the DVR is set. 

Swoooooon.

After all the kerfuffle about the Susan G. Komen Foundation cutting its tie to Planned Parenthood over the idiotic excuse that PP was "under investigation" by a bunch of lying hypocritical GOP goosestepping monkeyfuckers--and their ilk--you'd think Komen would lay low.

Not so, today they announced that they have teamed up with Discount Gun Sales to offer a pink version of its popular Walther P-22 handgun in recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Breast cancer and pink guns.

That's all.

Smash?

Not yet, I don't think. Carlos calls it the adult Glee, but I'm on the fence.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a Liza-loving-showtune-singing-Defying-Gravity-Dreamgirls queen, and I love Debra Messing, and you can't go wrong with Angelica Huston.

But it also stars Katharine McPhee, and her, well, I am not one of her fans.

When she was on Idol she was very cold and calculating. She had a voice teacher mama, and knew all about the right notes and pitch and key, but there was no soul.

On Smash, she plays the Iowa farm girl who moves the La Grand Apple to pursue her dreams. She is supposed to be naive and Innocent in the ways of the big city, but it just doesn't work.

I'm hoping this Innocent Phase is just that. Until then, I'll be watching the chorus boys and Megan Hilty.

She's brilliant.

Carlos is not much of a fan of South Carolina. The right-winged-monkey-ness of it. The Bible-thumpiness of it. The Nikki Haley-ness of it.

But, one day this week, he was invited to a breakfast and awards ceremony at the Statehouse and so he put on a jacket and tie.

A bow-tie.

Now, Carlos has been wearing bow-ties since he was a young queerling, and he does look adorable in them. But, in Miami, no one wore a bow-tie unless they were over eighty or under six. In South Carolina, however, bow-ties are quite prevalent.

Which caused me to tell him that he was destined to live in South Carolina. He began shrieking that it was not, and I began Darth Vader-ing, "It was your destiny, Carlos."

I still haven't been able to scrape him off the kitchen ceiling.

There's a reason supermodels shouldn't speak and Gisele Bundchen proved that this week, after her husband, Tom Brady, and the Patriots lost the Super Bowl.

Hearing people jeer about Brady's loss, Gisele said something to the effect of, "He can't effing throw the ball and catch the effing ball."

Or something.

Now, this pissed off some of Brady's teammates who don't feel that a Team Wife should dog out the team. And it also irked  winning team, New York Giants running back Brandon Jacobs, who said, “She just needs to continue to stay cute and shut up.” 

Of course, then he apologized for his comments, though Gisele, like a good model, is keeping her yap shut.

For now. 

I watch HGTV.
I'm a gay man.
Now, while I do watch for ideas on what to do with our house and yard, sometimes I watch for what to do with our house and yard, as told to me by hot guys.
I don't have a basement of an income property, but I still watch Scott McGillivray religiously. And I even watch the shows with those girls hosting, because they usually have a hot carpenter. You know....
My new favorite show is Kitchen Cousins.
We have a perfectly lovely kitchen. it could be updated, but it has all the storage we need, all the counter space we need, and the payout is just perfect. But still, I'd love to have Anthony Carrino and John Colaneri come to Smallville and "work" in my space.
And, if I get a new kitchen out if it, all the better.
If you get my meaning.

Straw Hats and Bow Ties

I have one hard and fast rule--actually I have about a thousand, but we'll deal with this one today.

Unless you are under six or over eighty, you should never wear a bow tie.

Amended to add: or unless you're Carlos.

Backing up a bit. When I flew to Miami nine years ago to meet Carlos face-to-face, he was picking me up at the Ft Lauderdale airport. I knew what he looked like, and he knew me; we'd emailed and snail mailed pictures. But he told me he'd be wearing a bow tie when I arrived so I could spot him. And yes he was; a cute little bow tie and a bunch of roses. He looked adorable, although that one hard and fast rule played in my mind.

A bow tie?

Come to find out, Carlos only wears bow ties when a tie is needed. And of course, being the 21st century and being Miami, we weren't invited to too many functions where a tie was necessary, so I didn't see him in one for a long while.

Flash forward to yesterday. We're meeting Roger and Thomas at the HuffawFawFaw Hall--it's actually called Springdale Hall, but at first I thought it would be a pretentious affair, hence the HuffawFawFaw. I showered and shaved and cologned and styled and got myself pressed and dressed and spackled and shined; and Carlos did the same.

He came down the hall wearing a new green shirt and a yellow bow tie. That rule rang a bell in my head. Then I looked at him.

He was the cutest thing ever!

I have changed the rule as of yesterday. No bow ties unless you're Carlos.

But then he put on an actual straw hat, and for a moment I thought I was going to lose it. Straw. Hat. Oh honey.....No.......no. And then the damned thing increased his cuteness level tenfold. I may have to keep him in bow ties and straw hats forever. My heart skipped a little he looked so handsome.

Sometimes you forget, when you see the same face day after day, just how handsome they can be....even in a bow tie and straw hat!