Another sneaker shot

I went to meet up with Robert at my new favorite bar, XES. As I walked, I noticed that the hem of my pants was badly stained yellow-ish brown, and I practically fainted with embarrassment. What happened there? I haven't worn these pants in so long (they are among my "punishment pants" that I've kept to remind myself how fat I got a year ago). I kid you not, it looked like I had stepped in poop. But I reasoned that this gave me much-needed "street cred," and I kept walking, head held high.

I wanted to blog about walking around in poopy pants, but then Robert put his feet into the pic, too - so it turned into a different pic, and a different post.

The last guy I photographed with our feet together for my outfit blog - I'll call him "N" - performed a wonderful dance last week at Dixon Place. I texted him with gushing praise afterwards, but, as usual, he kept his own counsel. Whenever I contact someone that I know with gushing praise and don't get much in the way of response, it feels like I am teetering on the edge of a cliff, about to topple over! I will keep my praise to myself in the future - I'm learning that it doesn't pay to be as friendly as I've become. Must ... grow ... colder ... to keep up with the gays. I am grateful that I went to that performance, though - I stopped off afterwards at a nearby, nearly empty gay establishment, and made a weird new friend. Perhaps there will be a picture of his shoes and mine in a future post, but perhaps not. Either way, I didn't use exclamation points in my texts with him. See? Growing colder already! :)

Bea tribute

I still can't believe Bea Arthur is gone, can you? On Friday night, Philip and I went to the Bea Arthur tribute at Dixon Place. I meant to dress like Bea, but I forgot to! :( Fortunately, other people didn't ...

I remember once trying to describe the agent Irene Skolnick's outfits to someone, and I told them that she dressed every day like Bea Arthur did when she was trying to be fancy on "The Golden Girls" ...

An author was at the tribute, and he described meeting Bea at her house when he was interviewing her for his book THE Q GUIDE TO THE GOLDEN GIRLS. She insisted that he have a drink with her, and she opened a cupboard (which was filled entirely with liquor) and produced two enormous goblets. He requested white wine, thinking that that was the safest choice, and she proceeded to pour an entire bottle into the two goblets. So he had to sit down and drink, literally, half a bottle of wine with Bea Arthur! I wonder what she wore at home? Probably something flowing ...