"I See You Shiver with Antici...

...pation!" I know I have been gone on my very longest hiatus yet, "Well babies, don't you panic!" My New Year's Resolution is to bring the blog back! Snatch up this Tranny Manny Horror Show wallpaper for your desktop! I have recently become rather obsessed with The Rocky Horror Picture Show, can you tell? It reminds me of once when I was out at an art gallery with my friend Molly Gee, whom I met over coffee with Catherine, (I may be doing a lot of rehashing, because with so much time lapsed, you may have forgotten things, if I shared them in the first place, and because at this point I don't remember either, maybe I told this story, but it fits with the theme, so.) So anyway, I was at this art gallery with Molly Gee, and she was introducing me to other of her friends, one of them owned the gallery, actually. But anyway, there was a young lady, which sorry, I don't remember your name. We were talking, and when we were talking about where I was from, she either misheard what I said, or confused Pennsylvania with Transylvania. Haha. I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Pennsylvania!?

xoxo, Travvy

Fun with Dick & Jane cont.

Previously on Tranny Manny...

See Dick. See Jane.

See Travis. See Catherine.

(So as to not completely throw you off, the above photo is neither Dick nor Jane, nor Travis, but then you know what I look like. It's possible that this could have been just another Madonna/Cher-esque reinvention of myself, we three are quite the chameleons after all, but no, it isn't me. That is Catherine on the right though, isn't she a doll?)

And it would help if I could find a reference to actually quote from instead of just trying to make this up as I go along from a vague memory of it from popular culture. Haha.

See Travis and Catherine go out to the club. (Or at least making a valiant attempt.) Don't worry, they get there eventually. Haha.

The club is called Dick & Jane's, hence the somewhat botched attempt to make this post sort of like the old children's books, which is hard not only because I can't find anything to draw the references from, but also even if I could, how easy would it really be anyway, writing a children's book about misadventures and debauchery at a gay nightclub. Haha. Not really debauchery, we were on our best behavior. It was the other people being wild; giving me a random shot of vodka and Catherine the raunchiest lap dance ever ground and gyrated. (Haha. Oh yes... Believe you me.) But we're getting ahead of our story.

We continue with our program already ready in progress...

(Well really like 6 months after the fact but you know what I mean.)

(Well really like a year later, but still. It's just an expression.)

It seems like every time I hear the Black Eyed Peas' song I Gotta Feeling that goes, "I gotta feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night..." before a night out, like on the way to a club, I end up having a terrible time. Not to worry though. Either Catherine and I didn't hear it, I can't remember if we did or not, I think we were listening to a CD and not the radio though, or she broke the curse, but we had an amazing time. Once we finally found the club that is, haha.

Color me devastating. I wore my new t-shirt that my mom had given me for Christmas, but that I still hadn't worn yet, even though it was way after Christmas, I had been saving it specifically for Catherine and my big night out. Its a black tee with a deep v-neck, (and i do mean deep, like it is a plunging neckline, just this side of distasteful, haha) and it says "Thank You Mood" you know, from Project Runway, and my white shorts and silver sneakers. Catherine came over while I was still primping and getting ready to raid Danielle's closet for something to wear. She didn't like my idea, I suggested a butch flannel shirt, but for some reason she didn't go for it haha.

After we were sufficiently all glammed out Catherine came back and picked me up for our hot date. We stopped at the bank to hit the ATM, and I accidentally directed her to pull into the drive thru going in the wrong direction. I didn't do it on purpose, but it ended up working out because since I was on the passenger side the ATM was on my side of the car, except Catherine was worried that someone was going to swing around the corner and crash into her car. Which seemed like a worry at the time, but now that I'm thinking about it, it was really no more likely that we would have had a head on collision while we were parked there than if we went through the right way and just got rear ended? Haha. Then we went to Catherine's bank and her ATM (through the right way) and then we were off!

We got downtown and found the club, then we went in search of a place to park. We parked across the street in this little parking lot off an alley, and walked to the club. Or where we thought the club was. Or where the club was supposed to be. Where it usually was, and is now, (Catherine has more recently informed me that Dick and Jane's is no longer, so it isn't there now, but at the time of this writing, not the posting, but the actual writing, it was still there. I can't believe they closed, boo!) but the night we where there, the club wasn't. Haha. First of all there was no sign or anything indicating that there was a business of any kind in the building. We walked up and the windows were all painted black so you can't see in. There were some places where you could see in and we were trying to decide if it looked open. We tried the door and it was locked. There was a bar bar across the street, as in a bar, not like a night club, and this guy started yelling at us. Well shouting to us, like talking, not yelling at us being belligerent haha.

I had heard that Dick & Jane's had had a fire. I heard different claims, either it was an electrical fire or arson, as in a hate crime. However the fire started, the club burned, and it was closed. It didn't burn down, and it wasn't closed forever, and I had also heard that they had been open after the fire and before the night Catherine and I went out, so we didn't know what the deal was, but our "friend" across the street was letting us know haha.

You may remember the night Catherine, Adam and I went to Fire (the club). See Heavy Effing Metal. So the same people who own Dick & Jane's also own Fire. And this guy told us that Dick and Jane's was moved to Fire, while the club that had had a fire was being renovated. Following? Haha.

What we gathered from this information was that if you had planned on going to Dick & Jane's you should just go to Fire instead. As you know, we had been to Fire once before, and we didn't have a bad time, but we weren't exactly interested in doing a return engagement either.

Adam came to our rescue. Catherine called him and he went online for us to hunt for a different venue for us. Catherine and I had had this clubbing plan in the works for quite some time, and had already done some research ourselves, but that was a while ago by this time. (By this time I mean the time of the story, not the time of writing this, haha. Which by now has been eons.) One of the places Adam had found was a place that we had ruled out originally because it was in a bad area.

Another one he came across I shot down immediately as well. I had recently gone on a date with this guy, and we went to this gay bar but it was a total dive. I don't mean like a dive bar, which can be considered a good thing in some cases. I mean a dump. It was terrible. And the date was worse. Painfully awkward silences, haha. Darren did this really funny impression of it the next day. He just looked everywhere but at me, and didn't say anything. It's hard to explain, but it was hilarious, and spot on I might add. So anyway, that is really a non-story, the only noteworthy thing was that the guy was 6'10" haha, but the point was there was no way Catherine and I were going to that crappy place. Besides it was only a bar and not a dance club.

We could have gone to the Electric Cowboy, this club that I went to with Danielle, Brent and Melanie before I had moved down and become the manny, and was just visiting on vacay. I don't know if I told this story or not, I may have, I'll share an abridged version, incase I didn't tell it in the first place or if I did just as a refresher.

Melanie and Brent live across the street from Danielle and Darren, and one night they invited us over to hang out and meet me. Somehow in conversation the Electric Cowboy came up, which turned out was a club and the claim to fame, or at least what interested me, was that they have a mechanical bull. I think it was Brent's idea, and Melanie and I were all for it, but Danielle wasn't feeling it. It was dropped and we moved on to other topics, until Brent randomly brought it up again and said something like, "I dunno Travis, if your cousin was up for it we'd take you to go ride the mechanical bull..." and then Danielle was like, "What time is it? Give us 20 minutes..." Yay Danielle! Haha. So we ran back to her house and quick took showers and changed, and ran back over and we were off!

Danielle and I rode the mechanical bull, because we never had before, but Melanie and Brent had, so they opted out. While we were dancing, or while Melanie and I were dancing, Brent might have a little too, but Danielle was just kind of standing around looking uncomfortable. It wasn't until later that she said the whole time she was just waiting for someone to have a problem with me and start something. She was en garde in the event that she had to lay the smackdown on some good ole boys. Haha. My hero. (Swoon.)

So anyway, back to the regularly scheduled outing. Catherine and I were debating going to the Cowboy, but the whole point of us going out was to go to gay club, and we didn't want to be worrying about causing a riot haha.

What we ended up doing was driving over to Fire anyway. We still couldn't decide if we wanted to go there for sure, but we ended up electing to go up and just ask the doorman if we could take a peek inside before we paid the cover. He let us, but we didn't see any gays. Catherine asked the guy at the door, and he told us just what we were looking to hear.

Fire has a VIP room and that is where Dick & Jane's had been relocated to for the time being. Go out, and around the block, its in the same building but had its own entrance. Ding ding ding! Jackpot!!

Finally! So we get to the door, there is a woman checking IDs and taking cover charges, and then there was this random kid standing there with her too... He commented on my shirt, "Thank You Mood," and asked what it was from, he apparently doesn't watch Project Runway. So we had a short conversation and Catherine and I ducked inside. Catherine was so beside herself in all the excitement that she had to go potty. (Haha, sorry Catherine, nothing is sacred, and besides, its integral to the plot ;) ) Instead of doing, what in retrospect, would have been the smarter thing to do, and going up to the bartender and asking where the ladies room was, we went back out front to ask the door person. First Mistake. Rather than her telling us, the weird little guy with her gave Catherine directions. I should have just followed her, that was my second mistake. But this guy didn't go back outside, he just hung there inside the door where we were standing for him to point Catherine in the right direction, so I just stood there too... He started talking to me some more, and the biggest mistake yet, (third times a charm) I accepted his offer to buy me a drink. Catherine returned at this point, the guy bought me a Jack and Coke and I bought Catherine what ever it was she ordered.

I said that letting him by me a drink was arguably the worst mistake, because then I was stuck. I felt obligated to hang out with him. At least for a bit...

I haven't described this kid. He is on my Facebook, because when he tracked me down on there which doesn't come until much later, Catherine guilted me into accepting his friend request. Also jumping ahead, she was all for my being callous and bitchy this night, so why she felt it so important that I play nice on Facebook I don't know haha. But the point is, since I post links to this blog on my Facebook periodically, I'm worried that he'll come read this. Sorry if I offend. I'm not out to be mean, just telling the facts. You may remember how in the story of the floor refinishing people that I had to babysit, I mentioned people that were nice and meant well, but were just too too bizarre, meaning those two guys and one more who I said would come later. This is who I meant by that.

I feel bad now, and this is the reason why I have been avoiding this post, besides just plain laziness, which has kept the entire blog on

hiatus for the ludicrous amount of time that I have been neglecting it. I don't want to hurt any feelings, because, at the time this was all

going on, I was, I confess, ready to write this person off right off the bat on the grounds of aesthetics, (which, I am amazed and quite

pleased with myself on having spelled aesthetics correctly! haha) and superficiality. I'm sorry, but that is how most, if not all, people

operate, whether or not they are willing to admit it or flatly deny it.

Especially at a gay club, a most notorious place for being subjected

to judgment and cattiness. It comes with the territory. I for one

would not expect anything less from a place like that. Even a straight

bar, to a lesser extent, would be like that. Any bar scene. It's a "Meat Market," I feel like I've heard it described by someone.

Only the reasonably attractive/at least passable survive. And it's magnified, at least I feel, in the gay community, so my point is it's not

somewhere where you should, or at least where I would, expect a "We are the World," let's hold hands and sing Kumbaya, mentality.

This is turning into huge tangent, haha, sorry.

And I'm not sure where this is even coming from. I do have another story though, which, again, has nothing to do with the main point,

so why bother? I don't know! Just suck it up and deal with it, haha. If you want to know what happens, you're just going to have to

suffer through all this pointless subplot madness. And in any case, you've waited this long, and you've already come this far, so you

might as well grin and bear it, right?

So anyway, I found a flight-suit jumpsuit thing in the attic, that I

imagine was my Uncle Jonny's, because he's in the Air National

Guard and a pilot. How we came to have it, who knows, and it

doesn't matter anyway. Probably/certainly because my dad kept

everything, and now I do, to the chagrin of my throw stuff out

obsessed brother. Haha. (If anyone still knows what is going

on in this story, congratulations for being able to follow this! And

also, could you clue me in?) So I found this jumpsuit which I

immediately snatched up and annexed into my wardrobe. It could

not be passed up, everyone needs a too-small, ahem, excuse me,

that's cropped, vintage military jumpsuit in their closet. I had this

bright idea that I would wear it to the club. Not Dick & Jane's,

the club in the center of this sordid story, but the club in PA I,

oxymoronically, occasionally frequent, the Stonewall and Moose

Lounge Bar and Grille. For whatever reason, I was convinced

that this look would either be a huge hit, or a massive trainwreck

and that I would never be able to show my face there again. Why I

thought this, I cannot imagine. I should have known, that no one had

ever taken notice or cared what I had worn ever before, and they

didn't take notice of or care about the flight suit either. Haha. What

has this to do with anything? Why did I feel the need to share? I

have no idea! So back to the point of the first digression from the

original story, and then finally, back to the story, which is all you care

about in the first place. (There I go again, assuming that you even

care about the story in the first place! Haha.)

So I was saying that you should expect to be looked down the club's collective nose at, judged and ultimately shunned. This was

Catherine's take on the coarse of action I should have taken with my new friend, but for some reason, even with my feelings on how

that's just the way of it in such places and situations, I was a bleeding heart, and couldn't muster enough bitchiness and cattiness to

kick him to the curb. Partly because I allowed him to buy me a drink and felt that this held me to some sort of etiquette and required I

spend some time. At least some time, not the entire time, but I'll get to that. But through all this explanation, which I don't even

know what the point was, I got sidetracked so many times, and branched off of my asides into even more asides, what I was getting at

is that this person still talks to me periodically on Facebook, and having talked more, is still just an acquaintance, but not someone I

would want to be unsavory to. I said I was ready to write them off at the time, but now I don't want to write them off, so hopefully

they aren't upset by anything in the story. If they do, it's not my intent.

Now that that's settled, whether or not it settled anything or merely made the situation that

much more confused, we shall be moving right along and getting back to where we left our

heroines, Travvy and Catherine, having gotten a drink and continuing their adventure.

So the three of us had our drinks and went and sat in this area where there were couches. In the middle there was this big round bench thing, I didn't know if it was meant for seating or like a coffee table haha. It was actually one of those big round things that would be at a skating rink, if you know what I'm talking about, so it was a seat I guess. Anyway, I was being dragged into conversation with this guy, meanwhile Catherine is scoping out the place, and periodically pointing out better targets. She zeroed in on this one guy that was on the dance floor, he had on a white t-shirt and jeans, and was really skinny. This is beside the point with this guy she was looking at, but I generally prefer to be the thinner one, so as to feel that I look good in comparison. Which might sound bad but it's true haha. I want an optical illusion to be created. And not that I would turn down someone solely for being more fit than me but whatever. And like I said, it didn't really have any baring on this situation. She continued shopping, and there was this guy that was dancing all crazy. He then came over and jumped up on the skating rink bench thing that was in front of us and was dancing on that. Catherine said he was trying to get my attention haha.

So we are sitting there and I am talking to this guy who has latched on to me. In a loud club atmosphere, you have to be close to the person and screaming at the top of your lungs to hear each other talk, and he spit all over me the entire time. That was special, as you can imagine. Catherine excused herself, and here I am, stuck alone with the guy. I thought she would just get a drink and come back, but she ended up sitting up at the bar.

The wild table dancing guy came over to me and the other guy and handed each of us a shot. I thought Catherine had sent him over, so I didn't think much of just accepting a shot of vodka from a complete stranger. It turned out that Catherine had no involvement, and the shots were totally random. My, for better or worse, companion, doesn't shoot vodka apparently, so I took both. He was probably just trying to get me drunk, what a creeper, haha. He meaning the cling-on guy, by not taking the shot and having me do it, not the guy who brought the shots. Catherine found out that the shot bringer apparently has no consciousness of what he is doing anymore, drug abuse having taken its toll on his brain.

You may be wondering how Catherine came by this information? She abandons me with this new little friend creature, in favor of a gay harem. She was swarmed, I swear like half the people at the club that night were in a crowd around her. So she was privy to all manner of gossip. Not the least of which was about me. Me! When she told me I wanted to just die, and I was sure I could never show my face at this club ever again. (This time I felt that I had cause to feel this way, as I knew firsthand that I was the talk of the place, not just assuming that I had caused a stir that I really hadn't.) (Sometimes I joke about being the center of attention, when I know I'm not, like when I talk of being hounded by the ever present paparazzi, or sometimes I intentionally draw everyone's attention to myself, but there are times that I just have the (probably/definitely/at least hopefully mistaken) impression, that, even when I'm not doing anything to attract attention, and when I want no attention at all, that all eyes are on me and I get really uncomfortable haha.) (My friend MaryAnn told me that I do it unconsciously, or not really that I do anything unconsciously but that just my nature and how I carry myself, (even when I'm not purposely exaggeratedly sashaying) attracts attention. But let me quickly move on before I go off into another hugely long pointless story about nothing haha. I'll save it for another time.)

This guy approached Catherine and asked, "Are looking at what I'm looking at?" Catherine asked what he was looking at, and it was me with this guy. (At this point we were on the dancefloor. UGH!) He told Catherine everyone was talking about it, and what was I doing with that kid? And I could do so much better! The worst part, which I don't know what difference it makes really, but the worst part was when I asked Catherine if this guy knew we were there together she said NO! He didn't know she knew me, but he just started talking about me haha, ugh, literally everyone probably was talking. I like to cause a stir, but be careful what you wish for!

So I had the most awkward dancing mess and then he decided we should go sit down, but not where we had been on the sofas, over in another section in the corner in this booth. He waited for me to sit down, and I expected him to sit across from me, but oh no, why would he do that? Then I'd have an opportunity to escape! So he sat next to me and I was cornered!

I don't know if I ended up on the dancefloor with him again, or if I skipped this part earlier when we were dancing, but I am dancing with him and Catherine is sending her minions to rescue me.

Really the only guy that tried, Catherine didn't send, he just told her, "Oh don't worry, honey, I got this." Or something like that. Thanks but no thanks, he was old and really weird, I can't even describe him really, just old and weird. I feel like he either had dentures or his teeth bonded or capped or something, they looked unnaturally straight and white and just odd. He was trying to get me to dance with him as a means of untangling myself from the other guy, and then returning to Catherine, or to just leave the other guy and go straight to Catherine, but I wasn't going to jump out of the frying pan into the fire and go with the weird old guy, who told me my girlfriend sent him after me, which she so didn't! but I couldn't just escape by walking away either. I kept being followed by the kid.

I went back over to Catherine, but he kept hanging there right behind me, while Catherine tried to introduce me to various guys in her thrall. I detected their disinterest, not that I was that interested either. I don't remember, maybe it was, but I don't think the point was for me to meet anyone anyway, we just wanted to have a good time. Or maybe it was for me to meet someone, because that seems to be a running theme haha, not necessarily in the blog stories, but just in life. But their indifference reminds me as I am telling this about Sex and the City, in the episode that Carrie is in a fashion show and Charlotte is trying to set up Carrie's friend Stanford with her friend Anthony. And they don't like each other, and Anthony leaves, and Stanford says, "I've been rejected by someone I wasn't interested in, I hate when that happens!" Haha.

One guy Catherine met, had a boyfriend/partner? I don't know if they were "partners" I don't remember. But she had abandoned me to my fate with the guy I was stuck with, and had replaced me with a new gay best friend. I was scandalized! His name was Andrew, which my friend Kate and I have found to be a decidedly, classically bad news name. But he was nice. That's him with Catherine in the picture at the top. We don't have any pictures of the two of us to commemorate our night out together. Oh no but she has that picture. And his number! In a gay club, she leaves with phone numbers and I don't. And it was from a guy, not even a lesbian haha. I knew I should have made her wear flannel and seem butch. Haha. They're both interior decorators. That was his in. And really, it didn't turn out to be much of a night out together for us, because I could barely get away from the guy who was super-glued to me, and she was in the center of a huge crowd of gays haha. But no really, we had fun, together.

Another effort she made to help me shake my little friend was for me to go to the bathroom and lose him there. She told him I had to go to the bathroom and asked if he could show me where it was. This would have worked, if he just took me back there and left me to it, but he followed me in. I just stood there in front of the mirror playing at/just overheated in real life. So I couldn't get away even then. Finally I did escape somehow but he showed up a few minutes later again.

Catherine wasn't feeling dancing, but Andrew and I were able to convince/force her. They tried their best between the two of them to make sure I was covered on all sides so I couldn't be approached again on the dancefloor by the other guy haha.

I feel like this is a really anticlimactic ending, but I don't know how to wrap it up. It's basically the end of the night. They played Last Dance by Donna Summer, and we bounced.

This account of the story is nothing compared to the actual experience and it makes me miss Catherine really bad! Love ya!

xoxo, Travvy

Fun with Dick & Jane

See Dick. See Jane.

See Travis. See Catherine.

(So as to not completely throw you off, the above photo is neither Dick nor Jane, nor Travis, but then you know what I look like. It's possible that this could have been just another Madonna/Cher-esque reinvention of myself, we three are quite the chameleons after all, but no, it isn't me. That is Catherine on the right though, isn't she a doll?)

And it would help if I could find a reference to actually quote from instead of just trying to make this up as I go along from a vague memory of it from popular culture. Haha.

See Travis and Catherine go out to the club. (Or at least making a valiant attempt.) Don't worry, they get there eventually. Haha.

The club is called Dick & Jane's, hence the somewhat botched attempt to make this post sort of like the old children's books, which is hard not only because I can't find anything to draw the references from, but also even if I could, how easy would it really be anyway, writing a children's book about misadventures and debauchery at a gay nightclub. Haha. Not really debauchery, we were on our best behavior. It was the other people being wild; giving me a random shot of vodka and Catherine the raunchiest lap dance ever ground and gyrated. (Haha. Oh yes... Believe you me.) But we're getting ahead of our story.

Just a little teaser, Dahhhh-links, to whet the appetite.

More to follow: stay tuned, stay classy.

xoxo, Travvy

Banner Retrospective

I thought it would be neat to have a retrospective of the title banners that I designed for this, throughout the life of the blog. I am pretty sure that I have included all the ones that appeared on the blog originally, and I have also added some that I had made but that didn't make the cut. Enjoy!

"The First One"

(Though now that I think about it, this might have been after I took down the Christmas one after the holiday season, because before Christmas it just said "Tranny Manny" all plain in the default Blogger layout. Bore!)

"The Christmas One."

"The SuperBowl One."

"The 'Boots are Made for...' One."

"The Mardi Gras One."

"The St. Patrick's Day One."

"The Halloween One."

(I think this is a first time shown one.)

"The 'God Save the Queen' One."

(I usually hate puns, but I liked the play on the word "queen" haha)

"Another 'God Save the Queen' One."

(That is an actual picture I found in the center of the Union Jack and Gay Pride flags flying next to each other, I didn't put those like that, haha.)

"The 'God Save the Queens' One."

"The Anti-Valentine's Day One"

(My friends and I celebrated "Anti-Valentine's Day" one year in college because we were all jaded and/or single, haha. So I thought it would be funny to attack the couples.)

"The Valentine's Day One"

(A "play-nice" version, that I would have used in the event that I was half of one of the happy couples that I was telling what they could do to themselves with the other banner. Neither Valentine's Day banner was used, Mardi Gras took precedence.)

"The Alexander McQueen In Memoriam One"

"The 'Wizard of Oz' One."

(I think what inspired this one was how at Mardi Gras I was asked if I was a "Friend of Dorothy." I was looking for a Ruby Slipper-esque platform for the background, but I went with the blue tones from the sky and used an Alexander McQueen shoe, to honor his having recently passed at the time. Along with the one above.)

"The Easter One"

(Again with the puns. I had this saved under "Easter Banny" like banner:bunny.

No? Oh well, it amused me at the time. Haha.)

"The Moving to North Carolina One"

(This obviously didn't pan out haha.)

"The Game Over One" or "The 'Lest We Forget' One"

(Danielle isn't a fan, she felt it was depressing. I said "fitting." Haha.)

Not sure if this one made it on there or not...

And remember to look back fondly at the Book Cover and Movie Poster designs, too! They were the original ideas that spawned all of the banners. Good times, good times.

Did anyone like, or even notice, (besides Crystal) how I captioned them like the titles of Friends episodes? Haha. "The One with..." etc. Again, maybe I am alone in finding that amusing. Haha.

xoxo, Travvy

P.S. I don't know if some of the captions somehow mysteriously made themselves links to the pictures? I think the pictures themselves are also links that if you click on them will take you to them actual size. Anyway, I couldn't control the captions becoming links, it did it by itself on like two of them, and I couldn't make it not do that...

xoxo, Travvy

P.P.S. Okay, so apparently the underlined captions aren't links, they are just underlined for no reason. Makes sense...

xoxo, Travvy

P.P.P.S. Last post script, promise haha. Dang it! I just realized that the Friends episodes are "The One with..." like I said at the end, not "The ______ One." And I thought I was being so clever. Ugh.

xoxo, Travvy

Home

I just had this song called "Home" by Erasure come up on my iTunes playlist. I had never heard it before, Darren gave me like every Erasure album ever released, maybe even some unreleased stuff haha, because I was obsessed with this game on Adult Swim dot com (Robot Unicorn Attack) in large part due to the song that plays during it haha. I created a link to the game: Go play it! If you dare... But beware, its very addictive haha. Anyway its also an Erasure song, so that is how it relates. But anyway, back to the main point. This song Home came on, and the first line is "I'm never going home, 'cause I'm having a good time..." and I was like "Awwww." BUT, it's too late. Hahaha.

I know I keep saying this, but I haven't forgotten about you! I will be updating! Keep checking, but don't be disappointed if it isn't updated yet, don't worry, it will be, just be patient! Haha.

xoxo, Travvy

The End (but not really)

I am leaving tomorrow, the manny position had been terminated for a little while now, but I have been still hanging around, being a pest. I know that I was always not the best at updating, but there is still a plethora of stuff to fill you all in on, I will continue the blog "posthumously," haha, or as an epilogue, if you prefer to call it that. I just wanted to thank you, Danielle, (everybody else too, but this is specifically for her) and tell her that I love her.

xoxo, Travvy

I Shall Return!

I don't even know how long it has been since I updated... I will be back, the stories have been piling up, don't you worry. In the meantime:

I was cooking dinner last night, and I realized that I didn't have my laptop on the counter playing music, haha. I said something about, where is my music? because I can't be cooking without music on. I always have it playing while I'm cooking for whatever reason, a recent phenomenon.

Danielle has said in the past, that when I publish my book, that it will need to be retitled, Tranny Manny just won't do. Because I'm not really a tranny she says, but I think I could still get away with it. Its catchy, I think, and seeing as I already designed the book jacket and everything. Who wouldn't pick that book up off the shelf? I mean, c'mon. But anyway...

So when I was cooking last night, and I had to go grab my computer to play music, (I chose the song Young Hearts Run Free, that Mercutio does in the Baz Luhrmann Romeo+Juliet, haha.) I started bouncing around to it making scrambled eggs. Danielle said that I remind her of the Latin cook or whoever he was from "The Birdhouse." She meant, The Birdcage. Hahaha. I said that that is definitely the new title for my book. Or maybe, La Maison aux Folles, the French, like Le Cage aux Folles. Maison is house in French. I don't know that la maison aux folles is grammatically correct, or if that is how you would actually say "birdhouse" in French, but I don't care. Haha.

Also I was making spaghetti the other night, when Adam came to pick me up. I was going out with him, Catherine and Hayden on the infamous boat, (but that will be another story.) Anyway, when he came in, he asked the kids if they were watching a Disney movie? I said that, "No, that's the Spice Girls, haha." I was listening to them while cooking that time. Haha.

xoxo, Travvy

Epic

Jacob and I just had a lightsaber battle with Reba McEntire playing in the background. I love it hahaha.

Music Comentary: (Which is really neither here nor there...)

I was listening to Does He Love You the other night and mentioned to Danielle that it was my favorite song when I was little. She was incredulous, and said, "It's a song about a woman being cheated on!" I said, well yeah, but that I didn't know that at the time, haha. "Besides, all country music is about being cheated on..." (And I also only recently had the revelation that Fancy is like...a hooker.)

Far be it from me to have anything bad to say, (about anything or anyone (haha) but certainly not) about Lady GaGa, but... And I know it's also kinda late, and how could I just have seen the video?! but I watched the video for Telephone last night. The beverage cans in the hair as rollers, was, I am sorry, not original... What?! I know! But I have a back issue of Marie Claire somewhere, with Ashley Olsen and she had them in her hair. It was just as fabulous and when I saw it the first time, and I loved it just as much! (There goes any chance of ever working in fashion. GaGa will now surely put a hit out on my career. Black-listed. Sigh. I couldn't just leave well enough alone.) So I watched the Telephone music video last night, right before bed. Then I had this bizarre dream just before I woke up this morning. I was in a class room, and the song came on, and like in a movie where everyone stands up and breaks out into this choreographed dance number, that's what happened. Though I guess it wasn't so much choreographed as just like a free-for-all dance party. The weirdest thing. Haha.

Who Am I?

This is why I cannot go so long without blogging! I normally forget things, but that isn't the problem this time, there is just so much juicy stuff to cover, its going to be one of the longest yet! I could break it up, but the longer I draw it out, the farther behind I'll get because I'll still be talking about old news when stuff is currently happening, you know? We'll see how far I get. The other thing that makes them so long is stuff like this, I could just get right into the story, but whatever.

D'Anna from next door was throwing a birthday party for Laura Marie, and people from the office were invited. Catherine was there, because they all work together. Amanda and Barrett were over and we were all out in the back yard. Catherine called to us over the fence, and then Laura Marie said that it wouldn't be a party without me over, decked out in one of my outfits for her b-day. I normally know in advance when there is an occasion that calls for dress-up, and I spend all day primping and preparing and getting prettied up. (This really isn't a regular occurence, although it seems like most of the stories involve some Drag Queen bit haha. Just Halloween and Mardi Gras when costumes were called for, and the odd party when the guests demand it, like this time, or okay, maybe like once I sprung it on them without being provoked but...haha) But anyway, I wasn't ready this time! I had to quick shave my face, and I didn't shave my legs, so I threw on stockings, which I tore in my haste, so I was really trashy with a big runner. I threw on the lab coat, my garter was lost, even though up until that point it had been in the same place for months, haha, and my blonde wig, oh and the rubber gloves, and went over. I wasn't really crashing, technically, since I was sort of invited, but I felt kinda like I was crashing anyway. Haha, oh well. It was a fun party, and my friend Kathy (sp?) was there, who I met at other parties of D'Anna's. When we were saying goodbyes, Kathy called me Victor. I thought I misheard her or something, so I answered to it and didn't correct her, though I didn't know what she could have said that I would have heard Victor. After she left, everyone was like, "Did she call you Victor?" Haha. So then everyone was like "Victor/Victoria!" Kathy is a trip haha. This was Monday night, so for the beginning of the week, I was Victor, until Thursday rolled around.

Not this past weekend, but the weekend before, Danielle, Darren and the little ones went to North Carolina for the weekend. I stayed to watch Amber, though she ended up staying at Catherine and Adam's, and the guys that were coming to refinish the floors (which is why Amber had to bounce.) Watch the guys as in someone had to be home, not like watch them. They were nothing to look at... And they were crazy! A theme of this and following stories, aside from all my exotic new names, is people that are very nice, and well-meaning and everything, but just totally off and bizarre and just crazy! They were very red-neck, which they themselves said repeatedly. And I do mean repeatedly. And everything they said, in their minds, was the funniest little joke or quip ever. So there was a lot of polite, forced laughter on my part... haha. They were there two days, Thursday and Friday. Thursday I didn't have much interaction, but when I did, again with the "laughing" and stuff. They were very nice, don't get me wrong. And aside from there jokes...

...They called me Kevin. And Kev. I thought after I introduced myself they had been saying Travis, but then I started hearing Kevin. I guess they must have been calling me Kevin all along, because I can't imagine why they would all of a sudden switch if they had it right at first. For whatever reason I didn't bother to correct them. May as well remain anonymous, I had already had an assumed name for the beginning of the week, anyway. When they were leaving Thursday, they left their number, and I gave mine so that they could let me know when they'd be coming. They said 10:30-11. They only had Danielle's number, and since she wasn't home it wouldn't do me any good for them to call her. So I wrote down my number, and I was about to write my name, and then stopped. I had gone all day without telling them my actual name, so how stupid would I have looked to give it to them then? At least that's what I thought, and I wrote "Kevin." Haha. It seemed to make more sense to me, but I was telling Catherine and Adam about it when I was hanging out with them later, for Project Runway, and Catherine was like, "You did not!?! You're crazy!" Haha. So then I was Kevin. Also, as the floor guys were getting in the pick-up truck, they got beers out of the back and yelled, "Hey Kevin, you want a beer?" Class-ay! And I don't like beer. I thanked them anyway.

So then to Catherine and Adam's. They were telling me about how on Saturday, Adam was going to go pick up their boat that they were getting. So I asked about it, and everything I said was to Catherine more ludicrous than the last. My initial reaction was, "Ooooo! Is it a yacht?" Which she thought was silly, of course it isn't. I didn't mean a big one, there are like boats that are small but still considered yachts, but what do I know about such things? I didn't think it was as dumb as apparently it was. So then, for whatever reason skipping right to the other end of the spectrum, I asked "What? Is it a row boat?" This was uproariously funny to her, (though I wasn't kidding? Hahaha) In my defense, I was still blonde on Thursday night, though Friday morning I dyed my hair brown. (I didn't get an ashy brown dye, but I guess since my hair was bleached really light, it came out ashy and looks a little gray. I like the effect!) So then I asked if it was a motor boat, which was the most entertaining yet, she asked where I came up with these things?! "Its a ski-boat!" (Whatever that is.) (It's a motor boat by the way.)

I just decided that the other person that I had in mind concerning the nice and well meaning but completely out there theme, even if I get to that story today, deserves a separate post altogether. So the main theme is my new names, and I only put in the boat story because it happened sequentially in the plot, but also there was the confusion over the names haha.

So back to the floor guys. They were supposed to come around 10:30-11, right? I don't know what time they called, but the one guys daughter had a flat tire and they had to go rescue her, and get her tire fixed. When all was said and done they got there at like 2:30. They were very upset about the whole thing, and "Oh Kevin is really mad at us, we ruined his whole day!" and on and on. They said they should buy me a steak, and they were like, "Do you know how to cook steak?" Uh, no? Haha. They didn't take as long Friday as they had on Thursday, they had less left to do. So when they were done, instead of having their beers on the road, they invited me again to have one, so I did, and we sat out front drinking beer. When they left I updated my Facebook status to say, "I done just had a beer with the floor guys." Haha.

What a conversation that was. They were asking me if I was going to school or what, and I explained how I was between, as it were, and that I have my associates degree in graphic design..."Oh graphic design!" Didn't this guy used to have a graphic design firm? On and on, and like I said, very nice, it was a pleasant conversation to be sure, but here I am with two relative strangers, drinking beer and could this be any weirder? So finally it was turned back to me, and "is that what I want to persue?" I'm looking to go into fashion design... Cut off again! "Oh fashion design!" He owned a men's clothing store right out of college, the same guy, and on and on. Very interesting, and so I'm getting life stories, but still, they are strangers, they don't even know my actual name? Hahahahaha. Also they noticed that I was reading, and do I like to read and this guy who now has the floor business and used to be in graphic design and used to have a clothing store, he was in the publishing business for 20 years, and now he is shopping his own book around to be published. Would I be interested in reading that? Its semi-autobiographical and about growing up in the South, and on and on about that. I said I would, and they were going to bring me a copy of the manuscript. I wasn't just saying that to be nice, I might have read it, even though I am currently in the middle of like 5 books, but they didn't end up getting it to me. I'll have to look it up when it is released to the general public.

How dare they! I am not the general public. But I am not Kevin either, so I guess its not their fault, how could they have known? My PR firm is good at keeping me out of the press and everything, under the radar. Which is really the opposite of there job, they are for publicity, but I do like my privacy. Aside from divulging intimate detail on here, of course. Haha. Anyway, back to reality, unreal as it may seem...

They also said that they would return, as a nice thing to do for Danielle, and I guess to make up for wrecking my whole day, (I had nothing planned anyway) to fix the toilet seat that Olivia somehow broke. The hinge had been broken for a little while, but one day I walked in after the one of the kids and found it like it is in that picture. Haha. Like the book, they didn't follow through with replacing the toilet seat either...

And now for the two most bizarre pieces of conversation with them, and high on the list of bizarre conversations I've ever had.

So he loves clothes, (although, he says, you wouldn't know it by what he is wearing: a polo and khaki shorts, but that's not bad, esp considering he is doing manual labor?) and they talked about how he loves colors and flowers. He knows all about every flower, and tells the other guy's wife what to plant and the colors that would be good together and all this.

Suspension of Disbelief! Stranger Than Fiction!

I may have been able to, (like when people say, "I couldn't make this stuff up,")

but I am not making this up! This is honestly what transpired:

So he loves clothes and color and flowers, but he is "only half gay." Honest to goodness, that is what he said. And they went on and on over this 'half gay' thing, and apparently they talk about it all the time, his being 'half gay.' I wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, per se, but how awkward!!! And then he proceeded to assure me that he was only half gay, because despite all signs pointing to full-blown gaydom, he made a slightly off-color remark which in essence was just that he only goes for the ladies.

Then they were talking about how they were having a fish fry the next day, and did I like catfish? Yes? Oh well then I should definitely come over to their little shindig. I accepted, because I couldn't think of an excuse fast enough, though I could have made up anything, or even just declined. Later that evening I made plans with Karen for the next day instead, and although we didn't end up doing anything after all, the floor guys never called.

After Adam picked up the boat, he stopped by to ask if I wanted to tag along the auto parts store to pick up some spark plug or something for it, and then hang out and watch more It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, which we had watched a couple episodes of the night before. This is now Saturday. I forgot to mention Friday after the beer with the floor guys, Catherine called and we walked Amber and their dog Zeke, and then I hung out with Catherine and Adam and we watched It's Always Sunny. Haha. So we went to the auto place, and Adam pointed out this bottle of Tranny Honey. So I was Victor, Kevin, and Tranny Honey. Just kidding, he didn't call me that, haha. Anyway, its transmission fluid or something, hence Tranny haha, and I took a picture of it for my blog. He has been waiting for this post ever since. Haha, sorry it took so long, Adam! We didn't end up watching It's Always Sunny. We went through his movies and narrowed it down to a few. From the ones that we narrowed it down to, he suggested No Country for Old Men, but then he thought of one that wasn't originally on the shortened list, that we went with. High Plains Drifter, starring Clint Eastwood. It was good. (But if he hadn't explained the plot to me before we started watching it, I wouldn't have understood it probably, haha.)

This last thing, I'm not sure exactly where it fit in chronologically, and I had originally intended to lump in with the Choo-choo story, but I forgot. We were at a party across the street at Melanie and Brent's house. Danielle had taken the kids home for baths and bed. Darren said something, that, in an uncharacteristically (haha) overly dramatic move on my part, caused me to storm out. It wasn't directed toward me, or really that offensive, considering haha. I wasn't storming out for any reason other than to make a scene. So anyway I just went across the street to see what Danielle was doing. The kids were in their rooms, but the bathroom light was on and the door was open. I figured she was draining the bathtub, or sopping up the flood that the kids always splash out. Well! She was indisposed. Going potty. We both screamed and I ran out again, back across the street.

xoxo, Travvy

Pink Ladies: the Lost Scene from "Grease!"

Sandy had just awoken from a nap and come out. Frenchie was putting a movie on for her, and Sandy was asking where Rizzo was. Frenchie said, "She's at work." Sandy, who is always asking questions that she apparently knows the answers to already, and won't accept an answer she is given until she gets the one she knows it to be, (and won't stop asking over and over until she gets it, either,) informed Frenchie that, no, Riz was at the doctor and he was looking at her choo-choo and Riz was saying 'OOOOOOOOWWWW!!!' Frenchie knew that Rizzo had had a doctor's appointment the day before, or earlier that week or something, so she said, "No, Riz is at work." Sandy was insistent, so they went around in circles, until finally Frenchie relented and let Sandy think what she would. Though not before snapping that if she already knew where Rizzo was, why did Sandy bother to ask in the first place!? Sandy didn't understand, but it made French feel better haha.

Frenchie texted Riz and told her about Sandy telling her that Rizzo was at the doctor and he was looking at her choo-choo, and how she was yelling ow! Rizzo thought that it was funny, and she said that hopefully Sandy hadn't been announcing this at school that morning.

Later, after Rizzo returned home from work, she told Frenchie that she had asked Sandy, since she is so prim and proper, (Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee, and all that, haha) what she called her, ahem, anatomy. Sandy said her Choo-choo. Then she told French that she was in fact at the gyno that morning after all. (She had been to work that day too, though, so really Frenchie and Sandy were both right.)

The Pink Ladies all went out to dinner together that night, at the Frosty Palace. Sandy, who doesn't pick up on social cues, (she just flew in from Australia, you know. A little naive maybe, but she can't help it) was shouting about Riz's choo-choo and the doctor and the OOOOOOOWWWWW! The Ladies were the only ones in the restaurant, luckily, at least except for the employees... Rizzo was so embarrassed, and she and Frenchie could not get Sandy to hush for anything.

xoxo, Marty Maraschino (You know? Like the cherry?)

Extenuating Circumstances

I really was planning on tomorrow this time when I said it yesterday, but Danielle was stuck at work late and I took the kids to gymnastics. So, sorry to disappoint. You should be used to it by now, haha.

xoxo, Travvy

The House That Jacob Built

I love how Wendy is so practical. Off to Neverland, oh but she has to pack and leave a note and blah blah, haha. (I also love how Olivia slept til 3 today.) The kids are watching Peter Pan again. When they watch stuff over and over it gets old, but Peter Pan I don't mind so much for some reason. At least not yet... Although it is something else when Jacob is quoting Peter translating for Wendy from Tinker Bell, "She says you're a big ugly girl!" all over the place. Like in the Dollar Store when the cashier was trying to talk to him and that's all he'd say. I didn't tell her what it was from, but he wasn't talking to her directly, and she didn't seem offended... And the picture is of stuff that falls out of the trees that had collected on the trampoline. The kids were playing out back, and I was sitting on the porch. Jacob ran up and said I had to come and see the house he made. After I took pictures of it, he picked it up and was squeezing it. Debris was sprinkling off it and he told me he was, "squirting Tinker Bell." I imagine he meant when they shake her to get pixie dust haha.

Despite Danielle, and others, but especially Danielle, asking me every night when I'm going to blog again, the reason I thought it was important to do today was I apparently had nothing better to do. There is plenty of stuff I could or should be doing, of course. But to entertain myself today, I resorted to listening to Ricky Martin and changing all the female pronouns in the songs to the male. It made me giggle. But its not like I was just sitting there and doing that, it was on the way to pick them up at school haha. So I was driving, there was nothing else to occupy me, besides just the driving, obviously. If I was doing it just during free time that would just be sad. But even though I justified it to myself, I thought it was time to sit down and do this thing.

Where to begin? The other night I was writing down important plot points, on my doodle pad, to make sure I touched upon them, but its not by me, and it still wouldn't really help with a starting place. Oh nice. I just went and got it, but do you think I can read it? Haha. I can actually, but no one else could hope to be able to.

Okay, so the Crawfish Boil and Mojito Madness. D'Anna and Casey, the next door neighbors hosted a Crawfish Boil. Like a picnic/party thing where they boiled crawfish, (go figure), with potatoes and corn and other stuff, and D'Anna made a big thing of mojitos. I had never eaten crawfish before, they had them at my cousin Michelle's graduation party, but I declined. Finicky eater. So anyway, Casey was making them, and they had like a metric ton. So he made lots of batches, and when one was done they had this big banquet picnic table and dumped an enormous pile on it, and everyone just stood around it and ate. I was hanging at the table but I was just nursing my mojito, haha. I was by Jacob and Brent, from across the street. Brent was peeling the crawfish for Jacob, and he asked me if I wasn't going to have any? I said I guessed so, but I never had before. And he was all excited that I was a virgin. So he peeled some for me, and I ate them and they were good. I still wasn't peeling them for myself, though, and he said I was as bad as the kids. Haha. He taught me how to do it myself then. At some point that day, I had talked to my mom and told her about the crawfish boil. She was like, "Oh no, don't suck the heads!" And I was like, nooooo problem, that is sooooo not happening haha. Meanwhile, back at the party... Don't I succumb to peer pressure from Brent. I thought it would be a swell story for the blog. See the lengths I go to entertain you people?!? He assured me that you don't suck the brains or anything out, which is why I had no intention of ever doing it, ever. Supposedly its just the juice and seasonings from the cooking that you suck out of the heads. So with my blog in mind, I decided to do it. I wasn't feeling the mojito(s), I fully blame YOU, personally for this. It wasn't bad. I just couldn't look at it before I did it. I had to just peel it and do it. After the initial one, it wasn't bad so I did some more. It wasn't until after all this that Brent told me I had been duped. He said that when you are from the South, you don't necessarily do it, like when you're a kid you don't suck the heads because you just don't want to, and some people just don't do it at all. But that when somebody is just visiting or moves here from elsewhere, you can usually get them to do it, because they think that that's just what's done or something. I forget exactly what he said because even though I did it for the blog, this was all weeks ago haha. But the point was, not everybody from the South will do it, but you can almost always talk the stupid Yankees into it.

The other day last week after we dropped Olivia at school we went to the park with Stacie and Owen. You might remember Stacie from the Halloween party. She was the Playboy bunny and her hubby Bart went as Hef, and when they arrived I went outside to greet them in my bikini and Hef made his grand entrance with a girl on each arm, haha. So we all went to the park. They had the ugliest ducks there! I've never seen any like that, bleh. Stacie said that they're really aggressive too. It reminded me of a park my grandma took my brother and our cousin Casey and I one time, where the geese were really nasty and like chased us and we were standing on park benches to avoid. But these weren't like that, at least not right then. But when I mentioned the Dollar Store up at the top, that was this morning that we were there. I had taken Jacob there to get some snacks and drinks for the park. Before Stacie and Owen got to the park, Jacob was hanging around eating his chips, and the ducks were leaving him alone. But when he was ready to play he gave me the bag to hold, and the ducks all started coming toward me. Luckily I was carrying a bag and I put them away and they left me be. Then our friends came, and Jacob and Owen played on the equipment for a bit, and then on the swings. It had rained, so the swings were a little wet. Jacob wanted to swing but he was starting to whine that the swing was wet before he got on. So I produced tissues from my bag and Stacie was like, "You're good!" Haha. I was in Cub Scouts for a hot minute, but I hardly always come prepared. It was just lucky haha. So we pushed them in the swings a bit, and then we were trying to spot turtles in the pond. I mentioned having seen one when we first got there, but then it jumped in the water. Stacie was pointing out there heads sticking up out in the water, but Jacob couldn't see them. Then we noticed some that were out up on the edges of the water, so we walked all around and went turtle hunting. Jacob could see those ones, but when we got relatively near, they'd jump in. One though, we got real close to, especially the kids. On the other side of the pond, (I guess its a pond, its fairly large, but hardly a lake I wouldn't think, anyway,) there is this chapel, and it has a big bell outside. Stacie was wondering if you could go in, and what would be in there, so she went up and tried the door. But it was locked. Drat, foiled again. Meanwhile Jacob was ringing the bell and disturbing the peace. Then Owen was trying, but he wasn't strong enough to push the hammer thing, or whatever that pendulum thing is called inside, hard enough to make it swing and hit the side of the bell. But Jacob had apparently been pulling it towards him and hitting the side and that how he was making it ring, so Owen tried, and he did that and we clapped. He's so cute. So we made our way back around the rest of the pond to the start, (where Jacob had left his shoes.) I didn't think about him having taken them off, and he didn't miss them until we were too far away to go back for them. He was worried about them, but lo and behold, there they were right where he left them. Then he wanted his chips again, so he and Owen sat down and ate chips while Stacie and I were on the swings. She was telling me how Owen doesn't like to get his hands dirty, so he doesn't like playing in the sand. Jacob was though, and throwing it on the slide. So Owen did too! Stacie was happy he was playing with the sand, (but leave it to Jacob to teach him bad stuff haha.) It was a little chilly that day, too. It had been hard to tell, because it would be like cold in the mornings but then be nice and warm or even get hot by like 10. So we had the kids bundled up, but Stacie and I were just in T-shirts and I had on shorts. At some point Jacob ditched his denim jacket, so I had that on my arms haha. Then this lady was giving the ducks bread, and she gave Owen and Jacob some to give them. She was trying to be sure to tell them to throw it to them so that they didn't snap the kids fingers, but Owen didn't understand. He almost got got, but narrowly escaped. Then it was time to go, we had to get Olivia. As we were driving away, Jacob told me, "We had a great day there!"

The other night, Darren and I were playing cards, and there were big bugs flying all over. Mosquito hawks. Ew. I was like trying to dodge away, and Danielle was trying to put it on me that that must be why the kids are so afraid of them. So not. But I don't need big bugs in my face, thanks anyway. So we quit the game. Darren was teaching me how to play, and its very involved and complicated, a Lord of the Rings game. ("Nerd Game" as it were.) We ended up quitting, because I inadvertently cheated. I didn't do it on purpose, it was just negligent, and Darren didn't catch it, I noticed and brought it up. So we went on to watching a movie instead. I had left my glass on the table, where we were playing, and I went to go get some soda. There wasn't much left in the bottle, and I thought about just drinking it out of the bottle. But I decided against it, and went and poured it into my glass. I didn't go sit down, I just hovered between the dining and living rooms, standing there drinking. I'm not sure if it took a minute to register, or if it was one of those time-space continuum tears where seconds last longer, (probably a little bit of both.) All of a sudden I just stopped and spit out a big mouthful. Most of it went back into the glass, but I got it all over the floor too. Darren didn't know what to make of it for a second, but then he guessed it. I had felt something in my mouth. It ended up being the giant Mosquito Hawk. He was laughing and my expression must have been comical, because I couldn't decide how to feel. I was so grossed out, but I also found it slightly humorous in some way. I went and used up all my mouthwash before I cleaned the floor. I was thinking that this bug scene should be going on in a little inset in the movie as the credits are rolling. Like how sometimes they have blooper reels at the end, but instead of showing bloopers they'll show little anecdotes that really don't fit in anywhere in the plot. I was also thinking that there really is no plot. It'll be like Seinfeld, a movie about nothing. Haha.

There is more to tell, but thats plenty for now. Tomorrow. (Its always "tomorrow." haha.)

xoxo, Travvy

P.S. I was informed by Ms. D'Anna that this was in fact NOT Mojito Madness. There only happened to be mojitos there. Mojito Madness is upcoming.

xoxo, Travvy