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 2021 came and went with a vengeance.

Let's hope 2022 has a few less Machetes.

Santa Flies Solo

 

S'up, Muh DAB? - Is this Bye Bye? Part 2

Allow me to describe the setting of the event which led to the demise of Muh DAB, Brett.

At the time of the wedding, I was engaged in a long bit of cat sitting.

The wedding was in Long Beach. Hotel rooms were utilized.

Normally, I would have gotten a room to be close to the wedding party

for the weekend of events, but I had cats, lovely, lovely cats to sit.

So, what it meant was, in order for me to attend all of the wedding weekend events,

I’d have to drive to Long Beach and back every day.

AND I DID because I wanted to be there for everything;

I had already felt separated, enough!

The first event was a light food and cocktail get together on Friday night,
a night to greet the out-of-towners and make sure people got settled in nicely.
I, for dang sure, wanted to go to that!
How much more would I be separated if the out-of-towners didn’t see/meet me?
…and there were cocktails!

The next day was the day of the wedding.

Close friends of the grooms arrived early, 

shared in some pre-wedding cocktails

and took fancy wedding pictures. 

This is Brett and his gang

I thought not to let the fancy clothes and locale go to waste

and shot a couple of portraits

(Kate Romero turned the camera on me)

After pictures, we had more pre-wedding Cocktails...

People started arriving...

While that was going on, 

the lovely Aynsley prepared to officiate!

Then, it happened.

Aynsley hitched them.

(I don't have any photos of it happening, 

because I actually wanted to be present and

let the hired photographer catch those moments while I

cried enjoyed the ceremony.)

And just like that,

they were married and the reception started!
People went nuts!

We ate!

We danced!

And we drank!

It was a great reception!!

The next day was the post-wedding brunch!

It was a lovely affair

at Parkers' Lighthouse!

We all enjoyed a breakfast buffet

and Mimosas!

After a few hours of enjoyment,

toasts were made,

husbands were kissed,

and we were sent on our merry way

to kill a few hours 

before the pizza party wind down

later that evening.

A small group of us decided to get a four person bike thingy

and ride along the beach path.

I took a few pics of the beach fauna

That dumb thing was terribly hard to power,

which you would think would be easy with four people peddling,

but you would be wrong.

We ran into some copy-cats on our way back

...and they didn't look like they were working as hard as we were...

maybe we had a flat tire.

At the end of the ride,

my fellow riders went to retire to their hotel rooms 

for the next four hours until the wind down.

I didn't want to drive back to L.A.,

then back down to Long Beach.

So I did the only sensible thing,

I walked over to the local movie house 

and bought a ticket to a nap palace

where they read me a bedtime story called 

ALADDIN.

I was very tired from the late night, 

early morning and four wheeling adventures,

so I slept through most of this movie.

After my colorful nap, 
I had just a little time to walk around the nifty shops 

across from the hotel.
The timing was perfect.

Finally, the last wedding weekend event;

The Pizza Party wind-down.
...and because Brett is fun, it was a 

PAJAMA Pizza Party!

We had a lovely time!

Most notably, 

we had fun playing Dennis Hensley's

You Don't Know My Life

And, also because Brett is Brett, 

we had a Pajama photo shoot

(That's how I wound up in Bed with Reba McEntire)

Eventually we said our goodbyes

and I got back to the cats for their late dinner

and that was that.

In the span of three days, 

I celebrated Brett's wedding

and lamented the loss of one of my top DABs.

Die Alone Buddies are hard to come by

and mine are dropping like flies!

Stay tuned, 

and I'll tell share with you 

how the 2 years + of Brett's marriage have gone for me.

S'up, Muh DAB? - Is this Bye Bye?

 It's not easy losing a DAB!

Take heed,

you can't assume your

Die Alone Buddy 

is forever!

Take muh former

DAB, Brett.

We met circa 2000,

as his long term relationship

with a super sweet hot guy

was ending.

We met while I was doing a show called

666 WESTBOURNE DRIVE

Since then,

we had been hanging out,

traveling and celebrating together

Celebrating Easter

like the fun times would never end,

as if we would enjoy dying alone together.

Over the years,

we formed a great 

Group of DABS

and we'd hang out and do 

crazy crap together all the time.

We made up special nights,

like "Iron-On Night",

where we'd gather to create our own iron-on t-shirts.

This 9 TO 5 iron-on went horribly wrong!

Actually, we've gathered to do a bunch of stuff like

dress up Barbie dolls in fancy clothings

Actually dressing Barbie with Senior Director of Barbie® Design, Robert Best!
(...Who yelled at me for using a fur muff as a mini skirt)

...Play Fashion Plates!

Brett was resistant to my Fashion Forward mixing of florals & plaids.

...Watch bad movies

At XANADU... where Dreams Die!

Travel to far off lands like;

Miami...

2003

2004

2010

Mexico...

Acapulco 2006

Puerto Vallarta 2009

New York...

2003

2004

2014
(Enjoying a Vin'l meal before
ROCKY THE MUSICAL)

Burbank...

2021

and just have fun in general.

When we weren't specifically having fun,

we shared meals and discussed important crap,

like family relations, friend relations, politics,

navigating our professional lives 

and what the year's

Halloween costume would be.

In 2003, it was Pirates!

Then it happened;

He met someone.

I'll call him Andrew,

because that's his name.

He's a swell fella.

He choroegraphed my big farewell number

for BEST IN DRAG SHOW 2019

...but he's also the guy who took my DAB.

So let me get this straight;

When we went out to the bars

or were out flirting,

he was REALLY looking for someone?

The nerve!

Actually, this one went like the best ones do;

they were introduced by a mutual friend.

(Ha! Some friend! She ends DABs!!)

No drunken meet,

or crazy on-line hook-up

or too polite to end the one-night-stand

situation there & then.

...And I suppose I can't be too hard on him,

because I've always said, 

while I am not gonna kill myself

searching for it,

I'm open to it if it happens.

So It Happened.

It all ended 

June 7, 2019...

I lost muh DAB, Brett.

Stay tuned,

and I'll give you the blow by blow loss

of my Die Alone Buddy

on the day of his wedding.