✯Texas Accents✯
✯Over the weekend I went to the Gay Men's Chorus of Houston show saturday night. Before the show I met Rick, my old coworker for dinner at the Hard Rock across from the Wortham Center for dinner. Rick's company was great, and he gave me his ticket as he was working box office that night. His partner sings in the chorus. Rick is doing well working for Administaff, and he is nice enough to periodically send me job leads. He is doing quite well, and is very happy working at the same company as his hubby, and not for us. After telling him how work's been for us lately, I think he's even more glad he made the switch.
The show was showtunes, more specifically Rogers and Hammerstein. I know, not an exceptional stretch for a gay men's chorus, but sometimes you have to do what you know, right? The show was light and easy, and featured a local cabaret singer. She served as both narrator, taking us through the songbook, and as occasional singer, but did not sing I Enjoy Being a Girl, which of course was left up to the boys. Surprisingly they weren't in costume, except for pumps and oriental fans. I would have expected full-on drag, but I wasn't sure if it's because the chorus is having funding troubles or if it's just thinking that that would be too far. I'll never know. I just know that in my first time seeing the group I was having a hard time not making comparisons to Turtle Creek.
Jerry was somewhere around, from what I gathered, but I didn't see him. I did manage to get lost somewhere in Wortham Center for a little bit as I thought I was trying to get out of the balcony and managed to stumble over to the other theater where the ballet was going on, but I figured it out and ended up back in the lobby where I found Rick and Troy. I offered to take them out for some dessert, but they had to return early for the matinee show the next day.
✯Saturday night/sunday morning I ended staying up very, very late chatting with a young guy in Munich via Bear 411. I'll admit that I rarely go on 411 and contact someone I don't know, but this guy was really cute, and what the heck, he lives half way around the planet. What was interesting was that the cute cubby was working on the air on a Munich radio station that not only was broadcasting, but also had a webcam, so I could see and hear him as we were chatting.
The funny thing is that his station was sponsoring a promotion that would send a contest winner to see a Coldplay concert here in Houston. "Mach Platz fur den trip deines lebens! Fliege zu Clodplay nach 'Bush Country' oder leide bei den Kastelruther Spatzen auf der Loreley." He would say, which I think meant you can fly to see Coldplay in Bush Country, or suffer with the rest of us here. My German isn't so good anymore. We talked about it, and how far outside of Houston the concert venue really is. Of course I threw in a not-so-subtile "maybe you should come with your winners to Houston." I didn't really get an answer back on that one, but I didn't expect it, either.
Still, i thought it was funny that they would want to send a listener to "Bush Country". I also told him that many of us here still think that Bush's family are a bunch of Yankee carpetbaggers.
Still, he is cute...see?
✯Father's Day was uneventful except for the fact that my mother was very, very upset that I had gone to visit my sister without telling her. I knew it was more the frustration that she hasn't been able to go up there, but it's not as if my sister wants to see her anyway. I think Dad just wanted some piece and quiet, but he wasn't getting any for Father's Day, and I felt sorry for him. I know my Father would like to get away and go see his daughter, but he'd have to lie to Mom to do it, so it may be hard for that to happen anytime soon. It's great to know that my parent's relationship continues to slowly decline.
✯When I was in Maryland both Laura and I both got asked often where were were from. There were different reasons, for one because I work my TBRU shirt to the Capital Pride festival, and Laura wore Ed's Texas Tech cap for a couple of days. Strangely enough, almost every time someone heard that we were from Texas they would always say, "That's funny, you don't sound like it."
I've heard this before. Many people have commented that although I've lived my entire life in Texas, I don't exhibit the accent that most think I should have. For one, I don't come from the western part of the state, where the accent gets thicker, but work with a speech therapist when I was young, and preparing myself for acting later on made me a bit more conscious to not pick up habits that my parents have in their speech, like how my mom says wash with the hidden 'r'.
What I didn't know is that my sister gets the same comments. They already say that there's some physical resemblances, so I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. Her finance Ed however, has the small-town Texas drawl that's a dead giveaway.
The show was showtunes, more specifically Rogers and Hammerstein. I know, not an exceptional stretch for a gay men's chorus, but sometimes you have to do what you know, right? The show was light and easy, and featured a local cabaret singer. She served as both narrator, taking us through the songbook, and as occasional singer, but did not sing I Enjoy Being a Girl, which of course was left up to the boys. Surprisingly they weren't in costume, except for pumps and oriental fans. I would have expected full-on drag, but I wasn't sure if it's because the chorus is having funding troubles or if it's just thinking that that would be too far. I'll never know. I just know that in my first time seeing the group I was having a hard time not making comparisons to Turtle Creek.
Jerry was somewhere around, from what I gathered, but I didn't see him. I did manage to get lost somewhere in Wortham Center for a little bit as I thought I was trying to get out of the balcony and managed to stumble over to the other theater where the ballet was going on, but I figured it out and ended up back in the lobby where I found Rick and Troy. I offered to take them out for some dessert, but they had to return early for the matinee show the next day.
✯Saturday night/sunday morning I ended staying up very, very late chatting with a young guy in Munich via Bear 411. I'll admit that I rarely go on 411 and contact someone I don't know, but this guy was really cute, and what the heck, he lives half way around the planet. What was interesting was that the cute cubby was working on the air on a Munich radio station that not only was broadcasting, but also had a webcam, so I could see and hear him as we were chatting.
The funny thing is that his station was sponsoring a promotion that would send a contest winner to see a Coldplay concert here in Houston. "Mach Platz fur den trip deines lebens! Fliege zu Clodplay nach 'Bush Country' oder leide bei den Kastelruther Spatzen auf der Loreley." He would say, which I think meant you can fly to see Coldplay in Bush Country, or suffer with the rest of us here. My German isn't so good anymore. We talked about it, and how far outside of Houston the concert venue really is. Of course I threw in a not-so-subtile "maybe you should come with your winners to Houston." I didn't really get an answer back on that one, but I didn't expect it, either.
Still, i thought it was funny that they would want to send a listener to "Bush Country". I also told him that many of us here still think that Bush's family are a bunch of Yankee carpetbaggers.
Still, he is cute...see?
✯Father's Day was uneventful except for the fact that my mother was very, very upset that I had gone to visit my sister without telling her. I knew it was more the frustration that she hasn't been able to go up there, but it's not as if my sister wants to see her anyway. I think Dad just wanted some piece and quiet, but he wasn't getting any for Father's Day, and I felt sorry for him. I know my Father would like to get away and go see his daughter, but he'd have to lie to Mom to do it, so it may be hard for that to happen anytime soon. It's great to know that my parent's relationship continues to slowly decline.
✯When I was in Maryland both Laura and I both got asked often where were were from. There were different reasons, for one because I work my TBRU shirt to the Capital Pride festival, and Laura wore Ed's Texas Tech cap for a couple of days. Strangely enough, almost every time someone heard that we were from Texas they would always say, "That's funny, you don't sound like it."
I've heard this before. Many people have commented that although I've lived my entire life in Texas, I don't exhibit the accent that most think I should have. For one, I don't come from the western part of the state, where the accent gets thicker, but work with a speech therapist when I was young, and preparing myself for acting later on made me a bit more conscious to not pick up habits that my parents have in their speech, like how my mom says wash with the hidden 'r'.
What I didn't know is that my sister gets the same comments. They already say that there's some physical resemblances, so I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. Her finance Ed however, has the small-town Texas drawl that's a dead giveaway.