Well, it appears that once again I have not made my intentions clear when contacting a company for event information.

I would like to plan a wine tasting event that would utilize Girl Scout cookies as  a pairing feature. But instead of saying just that - I contacted the wine company and rambled on and on about how great both their wine and Girl Scout cookies were - and wouldn't it be great to merge the two and it would be great a promotional opportunity for both their wine company and for Girl Scouts. That's just as clear as mud, right?

So they company responded and thanked me for my inquiry but said that they were unable to accommodate my request because of federal regulations that prohibit serving alcohol to minors.

They thought I wanted to get a bunch of Girl Scouts drunk and steal their cookies!!!

I responded today to clear up the confusion and suggested a phone conversation. We'll see how far I get. 

Alright, bear with me here - I'm still trying to find the perfect "Oh that picture, no I didn't take it myself." angle - and so far I'm failing.

Not that taking pictures of yourself is horrible or anything - but I don't want every picture on this website to be a self-portrait. I'd like to be able to look at a few of the pictures on here and say something like: 

  

But, I won't resort to taking a picture in the mirror of my bathroom...

And - is it just me or does this shirt color totally match my eye color? 

I was actually going to list a few more examples (six other examples, to be exact) - but this post is narcissistic enough. Those will have to wait for another day. 

Here is another couple of pictures and the video of my skydiving trip on Sunday.

Now a little backstory – the instructor and my friend John had been talking about Montreal – and when I think Montreal, I think of my favorite Canadian: Celine Dion. So I dedicated my jump to her. Immediately following that statement, I realized I would survive the fall – not because of the Power of Celine Dion (which is quite great in its own right) – but because I knew I would live to be ridiculed for actually dedicating the jump to her and then justifying it by saying “She might watch it… who knows.”

So Celine, since I know you are watching – because you have nothing better to do with your time than read a blog about finding a gay boyfriend – this jump is dedicated to you.

For this site to be fair, I can't just post the pictures where I look fabulous - because there are some pictures out there where I look less than attractive. This is one of those pictures. 

I went out with some friends last night - and LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem started playing. I decided to do the shuffle since I watched their "how to" video... and then this picture happened. 

Here's the video if you'd like to learn how to dance and look this good. 

I have to take my car in this morning to get the oil changed - and while an oil change is very simple and routine, I always get extremely nervous to take my car in for anything.


Here's a little video from last December explaining why.

(PS - I was growing that awesome mustache for Movember... just in case you were wondering.)

I was on my bike this afternoon filming a live report from Carmageddon - which will be up soon - and decided to take a bit of a random path back home. Why the random path? Well, there just happened to be a totally gorgeous, totally ripped, totally shirtless guy riding his bike past me as I was getting ready to turn around - so I decided to be a total creep and follow him for a few blocks.

After I sufficiently met my creep-stalker quota, I turned on a random road and started heading back home. It was then that I came up on a little park where people were playing flag football - and then I realized that the people playing flag football were also people from my kickball team! So random! 

I stopped and watched them for a minute - but then also felt like a creepo stalker just watching them from the sidelines - so I left. 

Take away from this story - I'm a creepo-stalker. 

This is what happens when you let someone use a laser ON YOUR FACE!

I had rehearsal tonight for the Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles - as well as auditions for solos (which went well, by the way - but I still don't know if I got one or not). Regardless, I have to leave right from work without much time to grab food beforehand - so I usually just eat a granola bar in the car on the way. Not a big deal, right?

WRONG.

As I was climbing BACK into my car tonight after rehearsal was over - I noticed something on my seat, so I went to brush it off - and it didn't move. It was slightly smeared on the seat - and then it hit me - a chocolate chip must have fallen from the granola bar (because you know my fat ass isn't getting the good granola bars, I'm getting the fatty ones that have chocolate and peanut butter) and underneath me as I was driving. 

WHICH COULD ONLY MEAN ONE THING.

If it had gotten on my seat - there's an OUTSTANDINGLY GOOD chance that it had also gotten on my pants. And I just spent over three hours in a room with 200 other guys. And I probably have chocolate all over my backside. 

That's when the little voice inside my head tried to reason with me. "Oh, come on Steve - it clearly didn't get on your pants. Someone would have said something - even just a snarky comment - something." - and then the voice found logic and said  "Unless they were making the snarky comments BEHIND YOUR BACK - WHERE THE CHOCOLATE IS!!!"

So I rushed home - hoping against hope that somehow the chocolate had only melted/smeared on my car seat and had magically left my pants unstained.

Boy, was I wrong.

Anyway, thanks Granola Bars for keeping me good and single (and fat). 

Sincerely,
Steve

I was talking with a coworker today about random things - and we got on the subject of my boss - who is leaving at the end of next week to be a stay-at-home mom. 

I was mentioning how I was upset about losing her, but at the same time - she's leaving for something that she's wanted to do for awhile. And the coworker said "Yeah, I mean she's going to be holding life." - and I laughed. Because, that's just a funny statement, right? And the coworker said "No. Seriously. It's a whole new life for her." 

And that is when I realized that what she had originally said wasn't  that my boss would be "holding life" - but rather going to a "whole new life."

I quickly coughed out a response and walked away.  I guess it's time for me to investigate hearing aids. 

I cut this from the main whitewater rafting video. But I think it's a great moment and really represents a pattern in our friendship. 

Thank you, Jane - for keeping me as respectable as possible.