The I May Have Put Myself In A Bit Of A Pickle Roundup
As opposed to my usual state of being a bit pickled. I have this friend- let's call him Cal- who I actually met through his boyfriend- let's call him Kali- who is also a friend. Now Cal and Kali have what's known as an "open relationship", main rule being much like that of the US Military; ie Don't Ask Don't Tell. All well and good so far, except that both of them have wound up Telling All to me. First Kali was away for a month or so, and I heard all about (and once was even present at the beginning of) Cal's sexual exploits, as well as all his concerns about the strength of their relationship. Now Cal's gone away for a fortnight and asked me to keep an eye on Kali while he's gone because he's worried about Kali's wellbeing while he's gone. The end result being that I am now privy to all Kali's sexual exploits, and his concerns about the state of their relationship. Of course each of my conversations with either member of this couple have started with the sentence: "Don't tell _____, but...." Now I really very much like both these men (Cal in a slightly more special way, if ya get my drift), but I am increasingly uncomfortable being the repository (if not the suppository) of all their secret sexual shenanigans. So what to do? Do I keep on keeping schtum, or do I let slip certain vital pieces of information and let the pieces fall where they may? Or would one or both parties involved simply shoot the messenger, and not in a good way? Ah how I miss the days of my youth, when I would have suffered no such moral quandaries and would have simply danced through the fallout. One of the terrible things about advancing years is how morality tends to creep in when least expected. So, trapped as I am on this horny dilemma, I ask for answers on a postcard please.
In other news, there was much excitement and a certain amount of trepidation last week when an offer on the flat was accepted. My siblings and I all contemplated newfound wealth (and newfound homelessness on my part) as well as the hideous prospect of finally dividing up all the family heirlooms. All for naught. We found out today that the buyer has pulled out. So back up the "For Sale" sign in the garden must go, and on will come a new onslought of viewings at inconvenient times, followed by firm offers on the cat, if not the flat.
Am now feeling slightly deflated with it all, having finally begun to adjust to the "Whole New World" looming in my (now not so) immediate future. Bugger.
I have this urge to go to the movies to escape it all, but what to see? I was finally getting interested in "Star Trek", having heard nothing but raves from critics and friends alike. I was never terribly invested in the original tv show, mostly because every damn time I do decide to watch whatever episode happens to be on, it always winds up being the damn "Empath"- that one with the mute girl in the Pan's People Butterfly leotard, so I had no fannish qualms. Also, I've had a bit of a soft spot for JJ Abrams, having played the lead in his first play whilst we were both in college at good old Sadie Lou (can you hear me over the clang of a name being dropped?), under his direction. So anyhoo, was quite prepared to see that, but then "Galaxy Quest" was on tv the other night. And you know what? Once you've seen "Galaxy Quest", there is absolutely no need whatsoever to see any film based on any Sci Fi tv show EVER AGAIN. I had of course seen it years ago, but had forgotten just what an utterly brilliant film it is. The only slightly disconcerting aspect this time round was realising that Mathazar- leader of the Thermians- had later cropped up as the PI dad on "Veronica Mars". May I just say, Enrico Colantini, you rock. So I think I'll wait for cable to see "Star Trek". After all, everyone I know has already seen it by now anyway.
In other news, there was much excitement and a certain amount of trepidation last week when an offer on the flat was accepted. My siblings and I all contemplated newfound wealth (and newfound homelessness on my part) as well as the hideous prospect of finally dividing up all the family heirlooms. All for naught. We found out today that the buyer has pulled out. So back up the "For Sale" sign in the garden must go, and on will come a new onslought of viewings at inconvenient times, followed by firm offers on the cat, if not the flat.
Am now feeling slightly deflated with it all, having finally begun to adjust to the "Whole New World" looming in my (now not so) immediate future. Bugger.
I have this urge to go to the movies to escape it all, but what to see? I was finally getting interested in "Star Trek", having heard nothing but raves from critics and friends alike. I was never terribly invested in the original tv show, mostly because every damn time I do decide to watch whatever episode happens to be on, it always winds up being the damn "Empath"- that one with the mute girl in the Pan's People Butterfly leotard, so I had no fannish qualms. Also, I've had a bit of a soft spot for JJ Abrams, having played the lead in his first play whilst we were both in college at good old Sadie Lou (can you hear me over the clang of a name being dropped?), under his direction. So anyhoo, was quite prepared to see that, but then "Galaxy Quest" was on tv the other night. And you know what? Once you've seen "Galaxy Quest", there is absolutely no need whatsoever to see any film based on any Sci Fi tv show EVER AGAIN. I had of course seen it years ago, but had forgotten just what an utterly brilliant film it is. The only slightly disconcerting aspect this time round was realising that Mathazar- leader of the Thermians- had later cropped up as the PI dad on "Veronica Mars". May I just say, Enrico Colantini, you rock. So I think I'll wait for cable to see "Star Trek". After all, everyone I know has already seen it by now anyway.