1) I went to a party last night celebrating the publication and success of Marc Acito's book. I got to meet him (and others in the Yum Yum Brotherhood . . . see Hot Toddy's site for an explanation of the Yum Yums), his family, friends, and a whole passel of others. Plus there was an open bar. Open bar . . . mmmmmm. Great time.
2) After the party I met up with my best friend from elementary/junior high/high school, his wife, their twin girls, her brother, his wife, the mother-in-law, and a couple of other kids that were probably related to someone. We hung out for a while, went to the huge Toys 'R' Us in Times Square, and took pictures of just about everything.
3) Today, I passed Kathleen Chalfant on the street. A truly amazing actress. I saw her in the B'way version of Angels in America.
4) I received my first official donation for the new playwriting organization I'm forming (Thanks, Palochi). It will be used to pay the guy who is doing my website. I've got my fingers crossed that everything will be ready for a January launch.
What do these people have in common and why does it matter to me?
Ann 'Chupacabras' Coulter
Sammy Davis, Jr.
James Thurber (one of my favorite writers)
Mary, Queen of Scots
Sadly, the Wet Underwear fundraiser was a bust. About half the contestants didn't show up (including all the guys from my rugby team who said they'd compete), the crowd was small (again, only a couple of guys from my team were there and very few from any of the other sports teams we assist) and in the end, we only broke even on what was to be our big fundraiser of the year.
But on a happy note, the contest itself went off without a hitch and everyone who was there seemed to have a good time. Frank DeCaro was hilarious, the Glamazons were amazing, and the underwear guys were hot. While several of the contestants were 'independents', three of them were from the sports teams; two from hockey, one from wrestling. One of the hockey guys won.
Now we'll need to do a post-mortem to figure out how we can make this work next time. And figure out where in the hell we're going to get our operating budget for next year.
Gotham did some ass-kicking at the East Coast Rugby Invitational today. Which is really good since 1) we were facing some really good teams and 2) we'll be facing the same teams in the next Bingham Cup in 2006.
Now, off to the Eagle for the drink up and several zulus.
I hate waiting for people. I'm expecting a shipment of boxes. I have to have them copied and delivered to our LA office. Problem is, the agency that's supposed to send them (and I have no contact or phone number) hasn't called. I've informed the LA office. They haven't called either.
So I have nothing to do but wait.
When I'm bored, I do weird things. For instance, taking an entire box of binder clips and fastening them, one by one, to my beard.
I seriously need this person to call be before I go nuts.
Anyway, the weekend. Saturday, come out to Randall's Island and watch five gay rugby teams (us, Atlanta, Philly, DC, Boston and Toronto) try to win the East Coast Rugby Invitational sponsored by . . . some champagne company, I forget the name. Then pay $20 to party with us at the Eagle (5 p.m.-ish). Food. Beer. Nudity. Champagne. (For little or no lots of information about the event visit our home page. Don't click on the 'current announcement' link, it's pretty useless. Read the info posted on the first page; it has everything you need to know.)
Sunday, well, see the previous post. We now have 10 guys competing in the Wet Underwear Contest. So if you want to enter, you have pretty decent odds of walking away with a cash prize. For lots of information about the event visit the Out of Bounds home page.
My only comment today: Having to listen to 'Summertime' from Showboat while ordering a cup of tea at Starbucks when it's only 30 degrees outside is ludicrous. Summertime, my ass.
Anyway, here is a reminder about the upcoming Wet Underwear Contest (now featuring three of my rugby teammates . . . and before you ask, no, I'm not stripping to my skivies and waving my fat ass around in public . . . at least not at this event).
Out of Bounds To Hold Second Annual Wet Underwear Contest
New York, NY – Out of Bounds NYC will hold its second annual Wet Underwear Contest on Sunday, November 14th from 1-5 p.m. at Splash Bar, 50 W. 17th St. The event will feature host Frank DeCaro from Sirius Satellite Radio and a special performance by the Glamazons. A $10 suggested donation will be accepted at the door.
The contest, sponsored by 64events.com, Universal Gear, SASi Public Relations, and Manhunt.net will feature some of New York City’s hottest gay athletes as they compete for a $500 grand prize. Second and third place winners will receive $250 and $100. Out of Bounds will also raffle prizes to the audience, including the chance to help wet down the contestants. Splash Bar will run two for one drink specials during the event.
Money raised at the event will assist Out of Bounds with its mission of increasing awareness of GLBT sports and recreation in the New York City region. For more information about the event, contact email@example.com. To enter as a contestant, contact firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sometimes, when I ask the universe (or blogosphere) for something, it responds.
Thank you all for the kind words and offers of help for my youth playwriting charity. So far I've gotten a couple of people who are willing to be on the board of directors, offers of donations (which really help since this is wiping out my savings), introductions to several people at local theaters, offers of assistance with creating logos . . . any number of great things.
Man, it's good to have friends.
By the way, if any of you know any gay playwrights, let me know. One of the things I'd like to have on the website is a series of essays by gay playwrights on why we need gay theater.
Things I have to do for my not-for-profit before January 1:
1) Recruit a board of directors.
2) File the corporate documents.
3) File for tax-exempt status.
4) Create a website.
5) Come up with the rules of the playwriting competition.
6) Contact as many GLBT youth organizations as possible to promote the competition.
7) Ask several gay and lesbian playwrights to write an essay on why gay theater matters for my website.
8) Open a corporate bank account.
9) Open a post office box.
10) Get someone with money to help me out even though we're not a 501(c)3 yet and hence the donation won't be tax-deductible.
11) Not go completely crazy.
Then I just need to figure out how to do all that, finish the play I'm working on, deal with some potentially horrible family drama that's going on, wrap up the stuff I've been doing for the rugby club so someone else can take it over, try to convince my boss to let me work 4 10-hour days instead of 5 8-hour ones, go to physical therapy, visit my mom, buy Christmas presents, deal with the stuff for the other not-for-profit I work with, and do all the other crap I have to deal with on a daily basis.
Well, so far Fall has been one kick to the crotch after another.
Now it's time to play 'Cheer Up, Crash!' Here are the rules. In the comment section, tell me a joke. One that always makes you laugh. Something that gives me some insight on your sense of humor and hopefully makes me smile.