Sorry I've been quiet recently. A little tired + a little depressed = not blogging.

Funny thing is I've been really busy. Mostly doing fun stuff, or rather, stuff that would be really fun if I were in a better mood.

I went to WYSIWYG for their "That Is So Gay" event. Loads of fun that has been talked about on so many other people's sites.

Went to another charity event in a building right off Columbus Circle. Good food, good music, rich people, having to schmooze, having to have my picture taken, blah, blah, blah.

Got my cable and high-speed internet. Haven't slept since.

English David and I went to a Pride kick off event at City Hall and had celebrity sightings galore. Larry Kramer, Harvey Fierstein, John Tartaglia, Christopher Sieber, Hal Sparks, Laura Linney, Andre de Shields, Mayors Gavin Newsom (hottie) and Jason West, from Frisco and New Paltz, respectively, Joyce Randolph from 'The Honeymooners', Alan Cumming, Catherine Pino and David Mensah from Hetrick-Martin. Well, tons of folks. Very, very cool.

On a related note, I've decided that Laura Linney is my new pretend girlfriend.

After that event, I went to a party for this year's James Beard Award winners where I got to sample their wares. Food, that is. And an open bar. I chatted with Aaron Sanchez, the owner of Zarela and an absolute hottie. I just recently purchased his cookbook and talked with him about some of the recipes. I think that I was one of the few people who talked to him about anything other than getting some free food; he kind of lit up when I told him how much I'd enjoyed his book.

Hung out with Mike Saturday and watched 28 Days Later, which did not inspire any zombie dreams (they weren't really zombies), and a movie called Ma Vrai Vie a Rouen, which was really, really good. It was about a teenager who received a video camera and started recording his life. It is so well done that I kept forgetting that this was a film and not just some kid's video diary. It was also fascinating how the director explored the kid's burgeoning homosexuality. (The writer/directors were the guys who did Adventures of Felix which also dealt with finding one's gay identity).

Now I have to remember to return both of those movies. They're a couple of days late.

Sunday, I was supposed to march, but just couldn't be bothered. Depression rearing its ugly head again. Somehow the idea of being surrounded by half-naked pretty boys didn't sound appealing.

Instead I went to the street fair on Washington to man the Out of Bounds booth. Much better. I could put on my "recruiter" personality and turn off my head for a few hours. Then a bunch of guys from my team showed up and proceeded to really piss me off, so I left.

After that, English David and I went to Park. He wanted to look at the go-go boys, I didn't want to sit in my apartment and sulk. I suppose it was okay. Crappy bartenders (or rather, too few bartenders considering how many guys were there after the Pier Dance), lots and lots of attitude, a Michael Musto sighting (he was wearing this horrible green track suit kind of thing . . . something you'd expect to see on a 70 year old widow in Florida who's out for a day of shopping at the outlets, but whatever, as long as he was happy).

I'll give English David this, the go-go boy was hot. Big floppy '70s hair and big floppy . . . well, you know.

Monday I went to FA Rob Byrnes' book signing/launch party. It was sadly Horshack-less, but a good time was had by all. PatCH, Deidre, Frank, Glenn, Michael V, and several other bloggers were there. Good time. Especially drunk dialing Zenchick and singing a Ramones song. English David and I went to Thalia for dinner after the party (it's restaurant week so several of the 'I can't afford to eat there' places have $30 prix fixe menus). It was amazing. I had mushroom fricasse (sp?) on polenta, veggie pasta (it was called something fancy, but I've forgotten), and a chocolate sampler with three of their best desserts. Not to mention an amazing wine that David chose (I have no knowledge of wines). Then, as an act of contrition, I walked home. I probably only walked off a bite of chocolate, but what the hell.

Last night I went to Central Park with Frank to listen to a brass ensemble. Ran into Paul, one of my teammates, and his roommate. The ensemble was good, not great, but between the vibe of the crowd, the company and the weather, I still had a pretty good time. Of course, it may have been because of the shirtless skater boys.

Let's see . . . what else? I've watched several rugby matches the past few days. England v. New Zealand. Wales v. South Africa. England v. Australia. Good stuff. Makes me really want to get back to playing.

Tonight I'm off to a party thrown by another charity. It's called Beer, Blues and BBQ. Should be okay.

Um . . . oh, I also just read David Sedaris' new book. It was great. Laugh out loud funny. Touching. Pretty much what I've come to expect. A couple of the stories hit a little too close to home, but I've come to expect that, too. That's what makes him a good writer and storyteller.

I guess that's it for now. I'm supposed to go see 'My Big Gay Italian Wedding' on Friday. That will contrast nicely with the USA v. France rugby game I'm going to see on Saturday. It's somewhere in CT. Should be lots and lots of eyecandy; I'm taking my camera this time.