Corn-fed Fabulous

It wasn't much of a life anyway

You would think that as long as I'd been gone from writing that I'd have some sort of life or something exciting to share.

Not so much, really.

This Wednesday I start the PhD program. I'm off until the 31st, basically because Vandy wants to let me experience a week-worth of orientation and meet-and-greet every one associated with my doctoral studies.  At least I went to Miami this summer, and had a great vacation and got lots of sleep.  I imagine I won't know what that's like for a long time to come.

My trainer has decided that I've come to the point in my physical fitness regimen to lead our workouts, in a sort of "train the trainer" format. This means that whatever I come up with, whatever makes me sore, nauseated, or lightheaded is nothing that I can complain about, because I picked the routine.

Very sneaky.

Anyway, next week also starts my inaugural stint on the Nashville Gay Pride board.  Hopefully I'll meet lots of beautiful people and make lots of beautiful friends and just be all gay and involved and happy.

Uh huh.  I'll meet a bunch of bitchy faggots and dykes that want nothing to do with the year's worth of coordination and work only to be the first ones to complain about next year's festival. Aaah, big gay Nashville.  Hell, big gay anywhere.

So, the best part of my week was when one of the trainers referred to me as "fit", and one of the musclebunnies in my gym told me, "Man you've got great legs."

I thought to myself, "Um, not half as great as what's between them!"  Down, damn it! I have a husband. I had to recite my grocery list to myself throughout the rest of my workout in order to avoid thinking of every cliche Falcon video pac meets Titan media jock-strap locker room gang bang scene I've ever jerked off to seen advertised.

Since you been goooooone...

Since I've been gone...

1. Gone to a medical conference and got buck-wild in downtown Atlanta

2. Turned the big 30. Started seeing laugh lines and random gray hairs (only on my face, thank Christ).

3. Moved into a new apartment and left my old hard wood flooring vaulted ceiling open floorplan overpriced apartment  for the new, carpeted, painted, covered balcony, generous storage space, better use of square footage apartment that I'll be living in throughout my PhD program.

4. Got a nice raise, bringing me to the salary I'd initially asked for when I moved to Nashville 2 years ago.

5. Went back to the riverfront and stood amongst a sea of sweaty, fragrant, tattooed Nashvillians carrying sno-cones, turkey legs and beers, while watching the annual Independence Day fireworks display.

6. Took a part-time teaching assignment in the graduate school of my alma mater, and had a miserable time trying to keep track of the students and what I was supposed to do, all with very little guidance from the course director.  I will make a note to die first before ever doing that again.

7. Went to Miami with the bf, stayed a week amongst absolutely no one that spoke English, senior citizens in speedos and halter tops, while getting sunburned, totally  intoxicated and relaxed, and occasionally watching strippers flirt with my bf while we were out at the local South Beach gay clubs. 

8. Scattered about trying to prepare myself and my life for another onslaught of full time work and full time school.

It's been a busy summer.