“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘Holy shit…what a ride!’” ~Hunter S. Thompson
1) I Sext With Gay Men. A Lot. It’s true, I do. And it usually starts off with something really innocent on my end. Like today for example, when I sent Gary a picture of my son holding a little heart-shaped Valentine. He responded with this:
And for those of you worried about gay-born illnesses and epidemics, don’t you worry- you can’t get AIDS from sexting unless your fingers bleed from typing too hard.
2) I’m an Oatmeal Prodigy. Since today marked the first in several that I could actually hold a serious meal down, I decided to celebrate by getting a little creative with some oatmeal. I took a packet of maple brown sugar (you can get ’em at any grocery store), added chopped walnuts, oodles of ground cinnamon, and vanilla almond milk. HOLY MACARONI, delish!
3) You’re Invited to My Bachelorette Party!!! I know you’re probably thinking, “but Bryce, you didn’t even mention that you’re getting married in any of your recent thoughts!” …well, that’s true, and mostly because I’m not actually getting married. The idea for my giant bachelorette party came from planning my cousin’s back in November. I decided that I may or may not ever get married, but that has nothing to do with the fact that I totally want a giant party with open bar, half naked male go-go dancers, and some pretty incredible gift bags. So I’ve rented out the entire Juliet Supper Club for the night of February 10, 2011 and we’ve got Tuaca and Southern Comfort (yeah, it’s going to be classy) sponsoring an open bar for 250 of our finest NYC gals. Mark your calendars, ladies (and queens)! Teased hair is strongly suggested.