OK, this is the truth, while RO and I did go to the wedding event on Sunday evening, we spent all day in bed watching "America's Next Top Model. (Series 6)"

I was serious when I said that. We started watching at about 9am. We didn't get out of bed till 5pm. America's Next Top Model was on the whole time.

I feel gross saying that. I don't even like the show. I just didn't want to get out of bed. And it was on.

Sunday evening RO and I went to a 'wedding industry open house' at an country estate that you can rent.

We were invited because the owner of the estate bought the chandeliers from RO.

All things wedding were on display- photographers, caterers, musicians, models in gowns and tuxedos, bouquets, horses and carriages and a DJ. There were at least three Seattle Wedding magazines there taking photos for their wedding issues.

Seattle has its own wedding magazines. Not web sites. Not newspapers. Big, thick gorgeously photographed glossies. How weird is that? Seattle Metropolitan Wedding Magazine, East Side Wedding magazine and Seattle Bride Magazine.

Now that I think about it, it's really not that weird. They are probably catalogs for weddings tailored to a specific area.

We hung out for a while and said hello to the people we knew.

Ro and I saw Tom Rush on Saturday. Tom Rush is a folk guitarist and singer who was most populure during the early 70's. A customer was a big fan of Tom, so we went.

Tom Rush is very good. He is a great acoustic gutarist and a decent singer.

It seams to be Tom Rush's fate to be near famous-- a nitch artist with strong fan base, but never very popular. He knows famous people. He has played with famous people before they were famous. And while he earns a good living by performing, the venus he plays are out of the way pubs, coffee houses and school stages. Never the big stage in the big city.

He recorded Joni Mitchel's songs before Joni Mitchel was famous. When she was just getting started, he met her at a club in Detriot. He liked her songs and he needed some for his album. And so he become the first to record "The Circle Game."

I had fun.

Itsallgrandlike-- you need to start blogging again! It's been over a year.

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At my day job we essentially have a quota system for handing out bad reviews-- 10% of the employees must be given a bad review and they must either shape up or ship out.

I have a rather senior employee who is mostly a good guy. About once a year he makes a spectacular error that broadly affects the product. Things have been good for him for the past year. I've been working hard to sell upper managment that this guy isn't that bad. Everything looked OK.

Then, last week, he made another spectacular error that broadly affected the product. Sigh. I've been getting much feedback that he should be part of the 10% crowd. I hate that. They may be right but I have two concerns. One-- I'm becomming afraid of doing anything least I make a mistake. Two, I hate standing in judment over someone who is working hard and sticking his neck out.

The recession hits harder. TJ has lost her job.

Steven is low on cash.

I'm still working long hours. RO is working hard as well. RO mentioned that I've been a bit hard on him of late, I've called him a couple of in appropriate names-- loser, stupid.

I don't remember calling him those names, but it could have happened in a moment of anger. In life, I slowly feel as if I'm being cornered. Sometimes my only option is to lash out.

That still doesn't excuse it. Relationships deserve better than excuses.

RO and I smoked pot last night. It was very relaxing.

And I threw up.

I'm not sure if the seafood we had was under cooked, or if I had too much wine, of if the pot just threw me off. Whatever it was, I threw up.

Aside from that it was a peaceful experience. Even the vomiting wasn't stressful. I was relaxed. I had to vomit. I did so in the toilet. Afterwards I was still relaxed.

Oh well.

Last night Bates & Clem had a spring party. I had fun. RO drank too much and is a touch hung over today.

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RO picks up the energy around him. He is laid back when everyone around him is laid back. He is hyper and manic in a group of the same.

Usually in the morning, I get up at 6:30am while RO sleeps in until 7:00. He's barely out of bed by the time I leave for work.

This morning there was a small working emergency. I had to rush around to get ready. RO picks up this energy. He starts rushing around and doing things. He makes me breakfast and lunch! He gets everything ready for me!

This useful information. I should act panicky and rushed more often.

Last night was D's husband's birthday. To celebrate we went to see Legends in Concert, a tribute & impersonation show. The impersonators did Madona, Bruce Springsteen and Tina Turner.

They were very good. There was no lip syncing and the voices were spot on.

Tina Turner was performed by Cookie Watkins. She was fun. One of the guys with us was named 'Ike.' Cookie treated him appropriatly.

The show was at the Muckleshoot Casino. RO noticed that most of the customers were fat and smoked. He said "Shoot me if I ever become one of these people."

It was Wednesday night, in the middle of a recession at an older B list casino in the middle of no where. And yet the casino was crowded with fat people sitting around, smoking and playing slots.

The casino web site says they are looking for computer programmers. Maybe I should apply.

Whine and moan. Bitch and complain.

As I look over my writing of late, I see a lot of negativity. It really bugs me. Not everything in my life is bad. But lately, the things that affect me the most, haven't been positive.

In email, so often I see my response to "How have you been?" is "Overworked and not bankrupt yet!"

I've deliberately started to write more positively. Yet, I feel so fake when I do so.

So, am I depressive or am I in a rough patch?

RO is having a very bad day. He's already tired from working six and seven days a week. Then we argued this morning about splitting the house cleaning.

And then a customer went to the store with for a five thousand dollar refund. It knocked the wind out of him.

Oh Facebook.... This morning when I signed on, I saw the following from update from BCB, my brother...

'BCB went from being "it's complicated" to "single." '

I guess it was just a matter of time. Too bad they have kids.

Later on he wrote...

"wish i could say it was Ok.... its slowly coming apart.... shes moving out at the end of the month...."

It's been a full week. RO and I have been working late every night.

Last night RO and I went to a down town gay bar and had drinks with a few friends. It was nice to see them.

We didn't stay out late. Some of our table left for a dance bar. The rest of us, RO and I included, went home. The joke was "Remember when you were young and you went to a bar there were always those old guys who just sat around and talked. Never circulating. Never cruising. Remember how you didn't bother to talk to them cause they didn't look fun; they went home early, skipped the dance clubs. Sometimes you'd call them trolls. Well... we're the old guys now."

Sunday, mom left for home. I think she's arrived. Her phone is busy so I can't double check.

On Saturday RO & I spent the full day with her. It was RO's first day off in months. We went to Leavenworth, a little tourist town, just on the other side of the mountains. We enjoyed the view of the mountains, some decent German food, many little tourist shops, good fudge and great cheese.