I’ve never really liked crows. They’re always made into these omens of something bad in movies. Like the scene with all the crows in the cornfield in “The Stand”. And that scene with the crow in “The Passion of the Christ” *shudder*. There are a whole lot of crows that like the trees outside my office. I am hyper- aware of them now- crows are creepy.
PK has a thing for Volvos. At one point, he owned four of them. At the same time. Currently he owns three- the one he drives; the one Sarah drives; and the one that is sitting in his garage with no driver’s side doors and no front passenger’s seat. Thursday night, Sarah and I were over at his house, and he was showing us the doorless wonder, and decided to take it for a spin. (We’re pretty sure it’s illegal to drive a passenger car with missing doors, so it took much cajoling to get Sarah to agree to it) First we thought we’d just go up the street and back, but then we thought it would be funny to take it through the In-N-Out drive through.
So we drove, all giggly-stupid, to the In-N-Out, which is maybe a quarter mile from PK’s house, but when he saw the number of cars in the drive thru he chickened out and we went back home.
I’ve been contemplating the whole “nature vs. nurture” thing about what “causes” someone to be gay. I’ve heard a lot of people say that it’s something you’re born, not something you’re made into. I’m not saying that either is right or wrong, but I always pretty much believed that if you’re gay it’s because you were born that way. But now I’m wondering if the way you are raised can influence the decision, or make you want to think you are something you are not. There is a young lady that I used to baby-sit, Deona, who’ll be 19 this summer. And her parents are… interesting people. Probably three or so years ago, Deona announced that she was gay. I don’t know that I believe that.
It’s not that I don’t want to believe that, if it’s what she really feels and wants, more power to her. But I wonder how much her parents had to do with that decision. About nine years ago I broke of the majority of contact with them, and I’ll go into why in a future post. Deona was about 10 when I did that, her little sister, the Pigchild, was about 3. Not having been around that house and those girls for so long, I might be wrong, and for Deona’s sake I hope I am, but the glimpses I’ve seen over the last several years indicate I have good reason to think I’m not.
Dinner Monday night was fun. I went to TGIFridays with some friends, and it has been sooo gorgeous here that we were actually able to sit outside. Good friends, good food, great eye-candy. Normally when we go to Fridays we request a table in this one corner- right near the men’s bathroom so that all the men in the place have to walk by our table to get to there. Talk about eye candy! Oh, and I had the Ultimate Strawberry Shortcake for dessert. You must try it if you go there, it was decadence in a glass.
Stacey Ferguson from the Black Eyed Peas is hot. I’m totally straight, but add her to the list of people I’d turn for. (also on that list are Allyson Hannigan and Eliza Dushku, and no I didn’t watch Buffy). I never thought she was all that attractive, but that little plaid skirt and those red red hot-pants in the “Hey Mama” video? Mmmm.