Enjoy the silence???

OK, so I’ve been gone for a while. Life kind of has been chaotic and unsettled in the last month. Most of May I was pretty much in denial about Roomie moving to NYC and that I would be leaving our apartment. Was I ready for a change? Hell yes. But, I just couldn’t let go. So I put it all off until THE LAST MINUTE. Typical Bernie. I owe Poo-Dell the biggest THANK YOU in the world for helping me to move and putting up with my own unique brand of "until it is right in front of my face, it isn’t happening". Trust me, on May 31, Poo-Dell proved himself to be a saint of a friend.

Where am I living now? Well, that’s an interesting story. The arrangements that I thought were all but completely settled, yeah, apparently not so much. Suddenly, not only am I confronted with packing and saying good-bye to Roomie and that chapter of my life, now I am back to finding a place to live. I absolutely fucking HATE looking for apartments in this city. So, for the time being, I am living on air mattresses with my friends. The first week was Poo-Dell and his bf in their new place together. After that, it was on to DYD’s place with his bf, which is where I am writing this from right now.

I am so thankful for the friends that I have. This past weekend I was home to see my family for Father’s Day. My older sister asked me about three times how I was doing.

Sister: "No, seriously, how are you?"
Me: "I’m fine, I swear."
Sister: "I’m so proud of you."
Me: "Why? Because I am homeless?"

If it weren’t for the amazing friends I have, I would be writing this from Carroll County, MD in my parents non-air conditioned house. Can we talk about miserable? Yeah, my thoughts too.
So, I am in the middle of the great apartment hunt right now. Good times. There isn’t a lot else to report from the last month. Roomie moved on possibly one of the DRUNKEST nights of my life. The Sunday of Memorial Day weekend was ridiculous. That is all that I can say. Nearly 12 hours straight drinking is not recommended for anyone. Especially when you have agreed to help a friend move the next day in 90 degree weather.

I saw Kathy Griffin in Baltimore. Fucking hysterical. I laughed so hard I was crying. DC Pride came and went. In true Pride tradition, I missed most of it. I was home with my family to celebrate my college friend’s 30th birthday that Saturday and only made it back in time to see DJ Able at Nation. It was a good time, but not as fun as if all the Mean Girls had been there. Pride Sunday, DYD and I pretty much did nothing.

I have to mention part of what is getting me through this rough time. Make fun of what I am about to say all you want, but this is what gets me through every day without completely going postal. That’s right, not one, not two but THREE of my divas have new songs out with albums to follow this fall. Christina, Beyonce and Janet all have released songs in the last two weeks. If you see me walking down the street, apparently talking to myself, no worries. I am just trying to keep my sanity and rock out with my girls at the same time.

One last note. Last Tuesday was another crazy fucking night out drinking, and this guy witnessed something that can only be described as movie magic: Jamie and I performing "How Many Licks" at DIK Bar karaoke. Now, commence your mockery.