Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
FOOOOD!!!
Anyone that knows me knows how much I love food and I just discovered (God, I sound like Christopher Columbus!!) that Sunny Anderson(formerly a DJ on HOT 97 in NYC) has turned her career around and is on the Food Network with 2 shows Cooking for Real and How'd That Get On My Plate? Kudos to her. She can really burn in the kitchen and her recipe for New Orleans inspired Shrimp Pot Pie is insane! Yes, PRAISE HIM!!
For more info on her, check out her blog here
For more info on her, check out her blog here
Gay Clubs, Brave Bulls, and P.W.T. (AH, the good life!)
Sunja's Log: Star Date 082608.
Location: Boston, MA (The Pink Nebula)
After spending most of my day in bed with the one I love, I decided to give a good friend of mine a call and see if he wanted to go out. He said yes and that he would be on his way to my place in a half hour or so. I finished up watching the extras from Knocked Up (Jonah Hill is a madman) and got dressed. I run outside onto Tremont Street and dip into the check cashers to pop a tiny pay check. I catch a bit of Michelle Obama speaking at the DNC as I am waiting for my transaction to be complete. "Wow, she is a better speaker than Barack is!", I say to myself. I meet with my co-pilot and we are off.
Now the place to be on Monday here if you are queer (former rapper) is Machine for Dirty Sexy Mondays (shameless plug). It's really a fun time and besides I had to pick up an existing balance from a flyer design. So after the hellos and double kisses, I talk with a good friend of mine who informed me that our mutual friend (name withheld) had skipped town on his roomies owing them a considerable amount of money. Oh, and I forgot to mention, they have a newborn baby! Yeah...It gets better. He also owed his ex a chunk-a-change and to top things off, the friend who skipped town... just tested positive for the HIV virus. Lord knows what I would do if that happened to me, but DAMN!!
Any who, the night and the drinks ensue. Vodka tonics (my personal favorite), Brave Bull Shots (Patron and Kahlua), and a little dancing and I got to cruise control. Now our dynamic duo was thrown off by one of my friend's coworkers who had the personality of a wet food stamp and kind of looked like Robin Williams circa 1977. He was a joy to be around. So after saying farewell to Young Patch Adams and the bar patrons, the inevitable hunger bug hit and there we were at the Golden Arches in Newmarket Square. After waiting in line for a bit (30 min.), we were getting a little agitated.
There begins the P.W.T. part to this story. You see, my partner in crime, has the tendency to say what is on his mind..at any time. This proved to be a bad idea. As I said, sitting in the car in line to get our food. A young lady (and I use that term loosely) and her equally knuckle dragging friend were trying to pull out of the line and leave. My friend told her to fuck off and then he dropped the word that women the world over would cut a man's dick off for. Was he right to say it..No. Was she right to jump out of the car and slap him through his driver's side window...Maybe. But then was she right to get in my face after I am trying to break up the situation...FUCK NO!
So I found my inner Ike, called her a fat BITCH so hard Too Short would have been stood up and given me a standing ovation, then asked the young ladies behind us if they wouldn't mind backing up so we can let these fat white trash bitches out of the line. We got our food and made it back to the house. After inhaling our food, we passed out. My friend got up, got ready for work, and left early this morning. I rolled over and decided that this story was way too good to just let slip through the cracks. So here it is, an average night before, during, and after the gay bar!
Me and My Crazy World!
Location: Boston, MA (The Pink Nebula)
After spending most of my day in bed with the one I love, I decided to give a good friend of mine a call and see if he wanted to go out. He said yes and that he would be on his way to my place in a half hour or so. I finished up watching the extras from Knocked Up (Jonah Hill is a madman) and got dressed. I run outside onto Tremont Street and dip into the check cashers to pop a tiny pay check. I catch a bit of Michelle Obama speaking at the DNC as I am waiting for my transaction to be complete. "Wow, she is a better speaker than Barack is!", I say to myself. I meet with my co-pilot and we are off.
Now the place to be on Monday here if you are queer (former rapper) is Machine for Dirty Sexy Mondays (shameless plug). It's really a fun time and besides I had to pick up an existing balance from a flyer design. So after the hellos and double kisses, I talk with a good friend of mine who informed me that our mutual friend (name withheld) had skipped town on his roomies owing them a considerable amount of money. Oh, and I forgot to mention, they have a newborn baby! Yeah...It gets better. He also owed his ex a chunk-a-change and to top things off, the friend who skipped town... just tested positive for the HIV virus. Lord knows what I would do if that happened to me, but DAMN!!
Any who, the night and the drinks ensue. Vodka tonics (my personal favorite), Brave Bull Shots (Patron and Kahlua), and a little dancing and I got to cruise control. Now our dynamic duo was thrown off by one of my friend's coworkers who had the personality of a wet food stamp and kind of looked like Robin Williams circa 1977. He was a joy to be around. So after saying farewell to Young Patch Adams and the bar patrons, the inevitable hunger bug hit and there we were at the Golden Arches in Newmarket Square. After waiting in line for a bit (30 min.), we were getting a little agitated.
There begins the P.W.T. part to this story. You see, my partner in crime, has the tendency to say what is on his mind..at any time. This proved to be a bad idea. As I said, sitting in the car in line to get our food. A young lady (and I use that term loosely) and her equally knuckle dragging friend were trying to pull out of the line and leave. My friend told her to fuck off and then he dropped the word that women the world over would cut a man's dick off for. Was he right to say it..No. Was she right to jump out of the car and slap him through his driver's side window...Maybe. But then was she right to get in my face after I am trying to break up the situation...FUCK NO!
So I found my inner Ike, called her a fat BITCH so hard Too Short would have been stood up and given me a standing ovation, then asked the young ladies behind us if they wouldn't mind backing up so we can let these fat white trash bitches out of the line. We got our food and made it back to the house. After inhaling our food, we passed out. My friend got up, got ready for work, and left early this morning. I rolled over and decided that this story was way too good to just let slip through the cracks. So here it is, an average night before, during, and after the gay bar!
Me and My Crazy World!
Monday, August 25, 2008
This song fits...
Have you ever heard a song that immediately hit you? Not something that happens too often for me as I listen to music usually from a analytical view, but Brandy's new song "Right Here (Departed)" knocked me square on my ass.. Check it out here and let me know what you think of it?
The First One..
Here we go.
For those of you who don't know me, I go by Sun One, Sunja, but my legal name is Jason. I am a 31 yr. old DJ/Graphic Designer and fill time hustler (legally). When not enduring the wanton glances of depraved refugees from the Fens or selling chicken cheese steaks to bloated suburban windbags, you can find me here sharing stories and hopefully connecting with you.
As I have been playing in nightclubs and various venues since 2000, I have seen my fair share of ups and downs attributed to the nightlife. Last night (08/24/08) was not one of them. I had the honor of providing the opening & transition music for a benefit show for a close friend of mine. You can read more about it here. It was a great time for a great cause and my thoughts and prayers are with Sean and his family.
Being that I am a newbie at blogging, this will be a working experiment. Music, movies, sex, love, advice, etc. So that wasn't so bad...I think I might just write another just for shit and giggles:)
For those of you who don't know me, I go by Sun One, Sunja, but my legal name is Jason. I am a 31 yr. old DJ/Graphic Designer and fill time hustler (legally). When not enduring the wanton glances of depraved refugees from the Fens or selling chicken cheese steaks to bloated suburban windbags, you can find me here sharing stories and hopefully connecting with you.
As I have been playing in nightclubs and various venues since 2000, I have seen my fair share of ups and downs attributed to the nightlife. Last night (08/24/08) was not one of them. I had the honor of providing the opening & transition music for a benefit show for a close friend of mine. You can read more about it here. It was a great time for a great cause and my thoughts and prayers are with Sean and his family.
Being that I am a newbie at blogging, this will be a working experiment. Music, movies, sex, love, advice, etc. So that wasn't so bad...I think I might just write another just for shit and giggles:)
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