A Day Like All Days

SMC concert went very well last night if I do say so myself. gmjambear will be attending tonight. (Seattleites, that's 8 PM at McCaw Hall, don't miss it!) Tomorrow we'll also be singing a few numbers at the amphitheater on the Seattle Center grounds at 2 PM.

Roadgeekery: Last night at 10 PM they closed the whole of northbound I-405 under a bridge on my route to work, and intend to keep it closed through the day Monday, reopening on Tuesday morning. So I plan to do my work from home Monday to avoid the gridlock that will inevitably ensue. I had a major brainfart and referred to it, in an email that went to my entire sysadmin team and application team, as I-490. Hey, it starts with a 4 and it has a junction with I-90, what's the diff? ;-) (Never mind that the highways in question are separated by about 2900 miles.)

Time to shop, clean up, and head to the Pride Festival before concert. Gotta go.

Friday I spent trying to tie up loose ends at work and getting a blood test for an upcoming doctor's visit, before our first performance of Queer Eye for the Holidays. I think our performance Friday was the best it's been in a while, though we were a little shaky on "Blessed Now Are We" from the Rachmaninoff Choral Vespers.

Saturday was rather crazy:

• First, gmjambear and I attended the "Celebration of New Ministry" for Rev. Michael Hopkins (past president of Integrity) as the Rector of the church where D-I worships, St. Luke and St. Simon Cyrene in downtown Rochester.
• Next, we made food for the Empire Bears' potluck dinner, which had been moved to 4 PM to accommodate the large and growing number of Bear Chorines. Gary and I thought to take separate cars so he could stay at the Bear festivities while I prepared for the Saturday performance, but his car blew a tire and so I came back home and picked him up. When it came time for me to go to the concert hall, I let Gary drop me off so he could finish with dinner and meet me afterward.
• Finally, the second performance of Queer Eye for the Holidays came off very well to a nearly sold-out crowd. Gary mentioned his take on the performance in his journal.

By the way, before the concert I finally got my CDs from the June concert featuring "I Am With You Always", along with a CD of Friday night's performance -- damn, that was quick. Once the performance was over we got home and kind of collapsed on the bed, listening to the June CD until we fell asleep.

Sunday turned out to be a grueling work day for me. We were scheduled to move servers from the Hawk-Eye building across town to my current work place. Since I never got a badge for the Hawk-Eye building I went in about 10 AM to wait for the truck and the other guys to show up. It turned out they'd been delayed an hour or two loading the truck, so I went out to lunch. By the time I got back the move was in full gear.
About 4:40 PM after trying to solve several of the problems that cropped up, I checked my phone and found that Gary had already left for church on foot. (It's not that far, about three or four blocks.) So I tried as best I could to disentangle myself for a while and arrived at church to pick up Gary about ten after six. We came home, had dinner, and changed Gary's tire so he could get to work in the morning. Then I returned to the office to see how the move was progressing. Big mistake -- I didn't get out of there until 1 AM and my colleague Jerry was still working when I left. We wrote e-mail to our boss explaining we would not be in the office today barring an emergency. When I got home about 1:30 I collapsed on the bed and was awakened about 11:30 by Brandy needing to go out.

Committed? Over-committed? Ought-to-be committed? ;-) I won't even venture a guess at this point.

Where: Desk at home
Wearing: Nothing
H Factor: 5
C Factor: 8

Yesterday afternoon I was listening to some of my cow-orkers¹ chatting about living on Long Island and the cost thereof. The conversation went into demographics, and one of my colleagues, Gerry, mentioned that his high school was about 70% black and 25% Hispanic, with only 5% or less being white. It so happens that is the same high school Gary (gmjambear) graduated from (Uniondale), only Gary did so 10 years earlier than Gerry. So I told Gerry so. His response: "Who's Gary?"

I'm generally out to my office-mates, but Gerry (until now) had been the exception. He's somewhat of a "born-again" Christian, tends not to attend social events involving the other folks in the office, and as a result had never met Gary. So I hesitated a moment and finally said "He's my housemate."

Immediately my other colleague from Long Island, Rich (who has met Gary and, until just before his marriage, lived with a gay roommate) pipes up, "Are you guys going to get married?"

I felt slightly embarrassed about not just telling the whole truth, and without much further thought about it proceeded to carry on as though Gerry knew everything all along, and let the chips fall where they may. I responded, "We've discussed it, but I don't think we will any time soon."

Gerry let out a simple, "Oh." The light bulb had obviously gone off.

Rich went on, "Where's the nearest place you could go if you wanted to get married?" I responded, "Niagara Falls." Rich said he would make a mental note of that, and the conversation drifted to other topics.

I suppose I needn't have worried. Thanks Rich. ;-)

¹The other people in your office. WARNING: Orking cows is dangerous, and possibly illegal in the state of Utah.