Weevils Be Back!

The Lesser Weevils are back! We’ll be raising funds and walking fast for AIDS Walk Long Beach on June 24 this year instead of AWLA. Why Long Beach? Well, most of our founding members live in this area. No better way to support your local community! So, yes folks. Keep your wallet handy, and keep it steady on the treadmill. The Absolute Weevil Cookies will be returning to the fund raising circuit!...
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Back post – S & B day

Accidentally posted this on the Lesser Weevils blog. But hey, just as well. We’ve decided to go for the Long Beach AIDS Walk this time around. June 24, kiddies. Stay tuned! But here’s the original post for March 14… It’s Steak & Blow Job Day, everybody! The manly man holiday to counter Valentine’s day.Since we don’t celebrate V-day at my house, we won’t be celebrating S&B day either. Equality is a great thing. 😉 So I spreaded the knowledge of the holiday to a few coworkers. As it turns out, today is also Celeste’s mom’s birthday. She passed away a...
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When you’re gone

Cheech breezed into town yesterday from Oregon, and hung out with us all evening. He should be in Mexico by now. I didn’t realize how much I missed my gay boyfriend until yesterday when we hung out. Same thing when Nora came up last weekend. What’s wrong with me? I mean, I go on with my everyday life not really missing anyone. The moment we get to spend time together, suddenly I remember all the good times and I just want to be with them all the time. Unfortunately, my best friends either are out of state or out of...
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Music!

It’s back in my life! Finally cleared enough boxes away so I can shuffle everything off the piano area and bench. It’s the first time I actually sat and played and sang in this apartment! Yey, me! And I played my standards. Five for Fighting’s Superman (It’s not easy), Billy Joel’s And so it goes, and spurts of Sound of Music and Star Wars Theme. Somehow I ended up playing Wind Beneath My Wings. Please, don’t boo me just yet. And I cried, singing it. I never noticed how it reminds me of my mom. When the song came out...
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Sign of a good friend

Someone in your company brought a frozen Oreo cheesecake. There is a quarter of it left. Instead of sharing with your officemates, you smuggled the piece out of the office to give to your train buddy/gal pal and her coworker (who is fast becoming your friend as well) in the building next door. That, and the fact that your mom made homemade Mexican dish for you, plus a whole extra container and all the fixings for your gal friends in the building next door. Ernie Next Door. We love you, man....
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