I Came to Your Party Dressed as a Shadow

I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knew...

I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stage...

I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass...

But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn...

I came to your party dressed as a shadow, without invitation, without a motive...

I parked three streets from the moonlight - the soft walk to your house on a silver string...

You were dancing in the backyard to a biscuit-tin beat...

I slunk between the notes, posting them off to the night...

This is symptomatic of you and me...

I have jars full of your breath...

I have shelves of your words...

but you have nothing of me...

but a space where I would be.

(Check out the Potter Highlands area...it's filled with lovely sights, delicious food, and the sweet scent of Gardenia everywhere!)

I'll be your mirror, reflect what you are...

I've been blue...

I don't know if it was my upcoming birthday or what...
Still, the babies took good care of me this weekend - took me to Le Central and loved up on me proper!

Spencer plied me with Kir Royales - my favorite!

I spilled my second one when I saw Maura!

We sat in the back room and ate a pile of escargot and cheeses...

I like to think we are a right gorgeous group...

Our meals were divine, the desserts were impeccable...

Belgian Dip.

Yes, Creme Brulee!

Robin, our waitress, endured our filthy mouths and bad manners!

We hit the Lancer Lounge for post dinner hangouts...

We cuddled right up with one another...

Birthday!

Shelly saved my life this year...she rescued me and I can't thank her enough!

Laughter...thank heavens!


On my actual birthday, Shelly and I took her babes out for some peddle boat action in Wash Park.

Korah and I are BFF FOREV.

I need more BFFs like this!

Everybody wore the orange hat...

It's sort of a tradish with us!

Had to hit Liks at the end for Cotton Candy and Bubblegum ice cream.

Please put down your hands, cause I see you...

Can you stay for these days?

Isn't flying a mystery?
I flew to Albuquerque this weekend.

There were approximately 11 people on my flight to Albuquerque...so, I had the whole row to myself. I stretched out and made the most of it.

The landscape was filled with these round parcels of land - like a thousand stop watches.

THIN LIZZY CHANNEL!


As a quick aside, I saw a naked guy adjusting his curtains (NOT A EUPHEMISM) from this very vantage point next to the pool.


Momma made me be the man...but I'm sure it's beause the man was playing the ukulele.

I had the opportunity to explore Albuquerque on the very day of the Gay Pride Parade.


My host, Tommy, parked us in a restaurant called Nob Hill - right across the street from Disco's.


We ordered sweet and savory baklava with orange blossom hummus and some provolone cheese sticks encrusted in pistachios with a wicked blackberry dipping sauce.



The NM Gay Red Hat Society had the best motto, "We're gay, we don't have to be old".


What's a Pride Parade without a unicorn float?


AMEN, SISTER!


Later, we headed over to Olde Town and did some shopping. Someone please tell me why I didn't buy this little gem?!


New Mexico is beautiful. I've decided this. I'm a convert.

San Felipe de Neri Church is lovely...

I always feel like such a heathen in churches...

But there was a historic sort of accepting vibe in this piece.

Ambivalent Albuquerque graffiti.

And most importantly, I got to hang with my Momma. I was reminded on a daily basis of how very special and extraordinary she is.