Bubala, Mumi & Max

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Service Engine Soon

Service me!
Um... okay... sure. Do you think that you could be any more vague?

Do you mean soon as in a couple of hours or soon as in a couple of weeks? And service? Just what do you mean by service? Shall I blow your gaskets? Suck on your exhaust? Ram my big, hard one up your tail pipe? Do you mean that kind of service? Or, would you like me to bring you martinis while you lounge out back by the pool? Maybe I could fry you up some nice, greasy, juicy pork chops and a serve them to you with a side of mashed potatoes and a smile. Is that the kind of service that you're talking about?

Come on, man. Why won't you talk to me? Tell me what's wrong. We never seem to be able to communicate anymore. What has happened between us?

Oh, damn it all to Hell! I guess I'm just going to have to pay the hundred bucks to the nice, greasy, hunky mechanic. He knows how to communicate with you. He always seems to be able to figure out what's wrong with you.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Artsy Wednesday: A Photo & A Poem

My Favorite Fungus
Heavy Weather

He is beautiful as the threat of heavy weather
Yet dangerous in many almost imperceptible ways
The shine that was his soul has dimmed
Emptying into darkness all the spaces light controlled

Fearing nothing but the lonely time
The touch of something warm could stir his heart
Build a wall, a bigger wall
No one can see how he has fallen

One pale light on over the distance
Like a candle lit from miles away
Growing into bigger flames
Spreading as the saying says...

"Like wildfire"

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Recovering From The Big, Wet, Furry Weekend

Bears In A Pool
FRIDAY: For some strange reason, we decided to go to Titan for "Woof Friday" happy hour. So, we called up the Bowie Cub and asked him if he was gonna be there. He said that he would be there for a while, but he had a party to go to later on. So, we headed down to D.C. This was only our second time at Titan. We suburbian dudes don't get out enough. I can understand city guys getting tired of it though. Sometimes places lose their newness. We had a good time though and saw a few familiar faces including Jimbo who imparted to us some last minute advice about the tubing trip. "The snakes are on the outside of the river by the riverbank, so we'll just stay on the inside of the river." (Snakes?!? Bubala said there wouldn't be any snakes!) And, Carl answered my fears about banjo music (we were going to be very close to West Virginia, after all) with a "You wish, honey!"

I saw Bob at Titan and told him how much I'm liking the new Blowoff CD that we downloaded from iTunes. He told me that I should join a bowling league. (Yeah, I know. I didn't see the connection either...)

I also ran in to this guy that I had met previously at a party thrown by our friends, Tim & Donn. This guy is really smart, and nice to talk to. I learned that he also likes to talk with his hands though, if you know what I mean. As I became more and more sweaty from being in the crowded bar with poor ventilation, he kindly wiped the sweat from my hairy back and said, "You know what? I'm not going to wash this hand right now. I'm going to save it for later." Okay, man... that's fine. It's his hand. He can do what he wants to with it.

I also saw my friend Steve who is always so friendly and welcoming. During our conversation, he handed me a business card that said "Chris and Paul's 3rd Annual End Of Summer Bear Bash (Manjamas Optional)" Steve said to me, "You should go. It's close to you." I showed the card to Bowie Cub who in turn whipped out his own invitation card and said, "I got one too. Let's go together." Even though I had no idea what manjamas were, I decided to go anyway.

SATURDAY: You can read what we did on Saturday here. I had a great time also. It was a good opportunity to hang out with some of the other blogger folks and their friends and partners. Usually, we only see these guys at Blowoff where there is a wall of sound around us and communication is difficult. Because of the nature of what we were doing though (tubing down the Potomac River) we were forced to interact with each other in a way that we wouldn't normally, and I liked that. It even drew yours truly, "The Anti-Social Butterfly" out of my cocoon for a bit. It was great to hang out and talk with Jimbo who I hope felt more comfortable with us hairy monkeys then with those hairless aliens on his previous trip down the river. Tos was so smart and a great conversationalist, and I really felt comfortable talking with him. The best part to me though was that we finally got to hang out with Durban Bud, and he was looking really HOT!

Monkeys At The Bear PartySUNDAY: We went grocery shopping early and then the Bowie Cub came over. We all went over to this bear party in Columbia together. We didn't know most of the people at the party except for a few familiar faces. They all made us feel more than comfortable even though when we walked in I wasn't so sure if all of these bigger, hairy bears would like us skinny, hairy monkeys hanging around them. There were a few awkward moments as we sized each other up, but eventually the bears accepted us. It was a pool party with an inground pool with a connecting hot tub, so we got in the pool and got wet. I think as some of the other guys started talking to us, they all started to realize that we monkeys were not a threat. We had some great food and sat around in the hot tub/pool for a while talking. I got to know my friend Steve a little better. I really enjoy talking to other gay men especially those in relationships like me. I like find out how they make it work or just how they feel in general living life as a gay man in a predominantly straight world.

Someone (who shall remain nameless) who was at this party (and it wasn't Bubala) unexpectedly pulled me into the pool. I landed on my middle toe on my left foot and bruised it up a little and it started bleeding and wouldn't stop. Imagine that. Here I was tubing down the Potomac River with all those sharp, jagged rocks just under the surface and I don't get a scratch on me. And then I get pulled into a swimming pool and my toe won't stop bleeding. Oh well, it was a good reason to have a few more cocktails and sit in the hot tub with the wet and the furry.

Monday, August 28, 2006

It Still Makes Me Giggle When I Say It

GiggleButts Tubes, Inc. I just can't say it without giggling at least a little bit.

This past Saturday, we went tubing down the Potomac River with a bunch of fine, furry, friendly and just all around nice guys. It was a day full of male bondage er... bonding, pleasant conversations, sunshine, fellowship, lazy flowing rivers and wonderfully wet fun.

I have to admit that this trip was a very special experience for me. You see, even though I had already met a few of the tubing participants before the trip, I really can't say that I knew any of them all that well, other than what I have read about them on their blogs. In fact, at least half of the group were total strangers to me before the trip. But, from the moment we all met in the parking lot, I instantly felt like we were all old buds. Everyone was just so friendly. There were no attitudes. There was no drama. Just a bunch of happy, welcoming faces getting ready for our jaunt down the river.

The tubing experience itself was fantastic, though I do wish there would have been more rapids for us to spill over. It was nice anyway, just floating down the river in our little group exchanging conversation, helping each other out here and there along the way and just relaxing in the warm sun. Definitely a Hallmark moment!

Oh well, enough of the sappy, fondness talk. Let's get to the pictures! These pictures were taken with a waterproof disposable camera and developed at Wal-Mart. I was supposed to get a CD-Rom of the pics too, but their computer was busted, so I'll have to pick up the CD-Rom another time. So, I scanned the pics in the old-fashioned way. The quality isn't the best, but you'll get the picture. (bad pun intended!)

On The Bus!
Tubing Fun!
Lunch Break!
Jimbo & Tos
Cute Sean!
Bubala Tubes!
Mumi Tubes!
Special thanks to Durban Bud and Jimbo for organizing the trip and for inviting us along!

Friday, August 25, 2006

When The Monkeys Are Away, The Dogs Will Play

Smells Like Fish
Uncle Robbie came over to stay with me while Bubala and Mumi went to the beach. So, we are sitting there on Friday night and I say to him “Yo, Uncle Robbie! What say you call up some of those bitches you know and have them come on over here and let's have ourselves a house party?" So, he called up the three Boobs-a-lot bitches. They are sisters. There is Bananica Boobs-a-lot. She likes tonguing the bananas. You know what I'm saying? Then, there is Buttchidda Boobs-a-lot. She likes them backdoor men. You know what I'm saying? And then there is Bombzooka Boobs-a-lot. This bitch was carrying three basketballs on each side. You know what I'm saying? The whole house jiggled when that bitch walked in. You know what I'm saying? So we turn on some music (nothing from Mumi's collection though) and start to get our freak on. I showed those bitches my scar from my recent surgery. This always makes them want to pet me and make me feel better. You know what I'm saying?

So, I'm getting stroked and petted and Uncle Robbie is doing the Boobley Oobley* with the Bombzooka bitch when all of a sudden there's a knock at the door. So, I jump up and start "ruff-ruffing." Uncle Robbie gets up to answer the door and there's this skanky ol' bitch at the door. One of Uncle Robbie's old bangs named Penelope Poonatang and she was all upset that she hadn't been invited to the party. So, we said hold up bitch, there's enough of us to go around. Now this Penelope bitch had the lips on her Hoosie* tattooed the same color as the lips on her mouth."“Bubble Gum Rosebush" is what color I think she said it was. And this bitch started doing some messed up things with my dog toys. Shooting them across the room like they were a damn torpedo or something. You know what I'm saying?

Well, we are all sitting there watching this and she gets this one certain dog toy stuck in there kind of. And she's like trying to push it out and really getting off on it and I was too. Anyway, she finally pushes it out and all this juice, what do you call it? ...vaginal secretions came out. I mean it was like the bitch's Hoosie* just exploded all over the living room. It was all over the rug and a bunch of my squeaky toys. After the party, Uncle Robbie vacuumed real good but seeing how I'm a dog, I can still smell the stuff in the carpet. I don't think the guys can smell it since when they got back Mumi burned some of his incense. So, maybe I'm in the clear.

However, for the past three days when Mumi has taken me for a walk, this older fat bitch wearing baggy ass jeans and a red flannel shirt (in August) has been walking back and forth in front of our house. Every time we come out and walk past her she says, "I'm Large Marge. Now, when does Mrs. Paul's start serving?" And then she cackles, "Ha ha ha ha ha" and walks away. So, now I'm starting to worry that maybe that bitch can smell it too. If any of you all out there has any suggestions on how to get, what do they call it again? ...vaginal secretions out of a carpet, please E-mail me privately. Don't let the guys know, okay? I don't mind the smell on my squeaky toys though. You know what I'm saying?
* Boobley Oobley
A sexual act performed by placing your face in between two large female breasts that are spread apart and then letting the breats go causing them slap your face.
* Hoosie
A slang word used to refer to a part of a woman's anatomy.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

I Got Mine, Now You Go & Get Yours...

This is some great stuff!

Order your Blowoff CD directly from Bob & Rich here.
Get your digital download of the CD from iTunes here.

It is some seriously hot and sexy dance music!


Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Beach Weekend

Beach Couple
We spent this past weekend at Rehoboth Beach. We left for the beach on Friday in the late afternoon and did not get back until late Monday night. It was a much needed vacation since I don't think that we have been away for more than a day at a time since some time late last year.

We stayed with our great friends Tim & Donn at their beautiful beach house. The weather could not have been better. The weekend was filled with good times, great food, happy hours, plenty of beach time, volleyball, haunted houses, fun gay people, souvenir shopping, frozen custard and so much more. I think we crammed a whole lot of fun into one tiny weekend.

We even had the honor of meeting a celebrity live and in person!

I won't bore you with words. I'll get straight to the pics. Enjoy!

Tim, Mumi & Donn

Tim made an excellent dinner for us on Saturday night.
Beach volleyball was fun, but boy did I ache the next day!
There were plenty of hot men to ogle on the beach.
Beach Hottie
Mumi got a brand new bathing suit. Looks good, doesn't it?
Another Beach Hottie
Sunday night's dinner was not as elegant as Saturday's, but it was just as delicious!
Nothing better than riding dick at the beach!
On Monday afternoon, we took the Cape May/Lewes Ferry over the Delaware Bay and headed up to Ocean City, NJ.
Did you say ferry or fairy?
Mumi was the Ms. Pac Man Champion while waiting for the ferry. He got all the way up to the pretzel level!!
Ms. Pac Man
Mumi preferred to stay in the car during a lot of the ferry ride. He looks a little green, doesn't he?
Ferry Cross The Mumi
Here's someone else that looked a little sick during the ferry ride.
The water looked cool from up on the ferry.
Water, water everywhere...
As you can plainly see, Mumi felt a lot better once we got to Ocean City, NJ.
Ride 'em cowboy!
An alligator playing a guitar... what will they think of next?
Mumi versus the alligator...
Oh, of course, a whole monkey band! I should have known!
Complicated Monkeys
Ocean City, NJ has some of the best muniature golf courses I have ever seen!
Mini Golf

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Roller Coaster Retaliation (Part One)

By this time, I am sure that some of you who read our blog regularly are probably saying to yourselves, poor Mumi! He gets dragged along on all these amusement park excursions and has to suffer through...
  1. Countless hours sitting in a car on the road.

  2. Long lines of scarytrashystinkysweaty Americans and their equally as frightening demon offspring who complain endlessly and have no conception that other people exist around them.

  3. The awful food (bad quality and bad for you) that is outrageously expensive that I am forced to ingest just to have something to ground me as I am flung helplessly along at dizzying speeds over endless miles of roller coaster track.

  4. Steel coasters that drop me down hundreds of feet and the twist around in all kinds of loops and corkscrews until my brain starts to lose consciousness.

  5. Wooden coasters that shake my body in such a rigorous fury that I feel like I will be split into pieces or at least end up with a few broken bones.

  6. The Latin guys that purposely and aggressively check me out while I urinate in the restroom facilities.

  7. The skeezy college girls that cruise me while I wait in line. This might be more of a trade-off though since I am usually checking out their sexy white trash boyfriends while they adjust and readjust their genitalia as their pants fall down below their thighs exposing their boxer shorts and then they have to hike them back up again every time the line moves.

  8. The women in central Pennsylvania with HUGE pot bellies wearing half shirts and bikinis. It felt like my eyes were being burned out.
I must say, however, that except for our recent trip to Walley World during their apparent off season, it has been an aggressive, but not nearly as scary summer as some of our past excursions have been.

The Cyclone
Like the time Bubala took me to a tiny little park called Williams Grove in Deliverance, Pennsylvania to ride this one rickety old roller coaster in a park seemingly run by the Stepford community. When I saw this thing, I wasn't too hip to the idea of riding a coaster made out of old popsicle sticks and held together by chewing gum. Before we could even ride the coaster, we had to go and find a park employee to operate it for us. (A bad sign!) We were the only ones on the ride (a worse sign) and it battered the shit out of us. It was another credit for the whore though. A few months later they closed the park down and it has yet to reopen.

Sky Ride From Hell!Another time, we were at Lake Compounce in Bristol, Connecticut just about an hour outside of Hartford. The park was built between a beautiful lake and a mountain. They have actually built a coaster into the side of the mountain. The coaster was fine, but after a while we thought, hmmm lets relax for a little bit and take the sky ride up the side of the mountain. Thing is, we didn't realize until we got a little ways up the side of the mountain just how far up the mountain this ride was going to go. We couldn't even see half of the ride from the ground. We continued to climb higher and higher over 70 foot drops straight down with jagged rocks, boulders and trees below us. We were only being held up there by a tiny steel hook on a tiny steel cable. That hook held all of our lives in it's little, thin, steel hands.

So, after about a half hour of white-knuckling it up, up and up, we finally get to the top of the mountain and turn around to begin our descent. We get about 30 feet back down the other side of the mountain, and the whole ride just stops leaving us dangling there at a very high altitude. We were so high up, I could see Hartford from up where we were, really. And, that's where we stayed for the next 20 to 25 minutes. Up there, just swinging in the wind with me freaking out. I'm afraid of heights you see, so way up at the top of a mountain dangling 70 feet in the air over jagged rocks and trees was the last place I wanted to be stuck.

When the ride finally started up again and we finally got down off the mountain, we learned that the reason that we had been stuck up there is because of the big the blackout of 2003. The one that left most of the Northeast United States and parts of Canada in the dark. Well, it also left half of Lake Compounce without power, the half with the sky ride that we were on. We just happened to be stuck 4,000 feet up the side of a mountain when the power went out. Fortunately, the park had a back-up generator to get us down. So we survived the ordeal, but Bubala didn't get a credit since it wasn't a coaster.

Now, if you are thinking to yourselves, poor Mumi. How does he put up with this violent amusement park cruelty? If I were him, I would file for divorce. That would teach that mean old roller coaster freak, Bubala. Yeah, and take Max away from him too. Otherwise, the poor dog might be forced to endure the horrible amusement park abuse as well.

Please, don't feel too bad for me though. I have been in contact with the proper channels, and I assure you that a full-on, all-out retaliation is in the works. Sweet revenge will be mine. Oh yes, I will see to it that he suffers.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ah Ha Ha Ah Ha ha Ha Ah Haaa Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

It's A Long Way Down The Holiday Road

Bubala & Mumi's VacationWe had our own little Walley World sort of moment yesterday on one of our many amusement park jaunts.

We had planned a trip to Clementon Park in Clementon, New Jersey. It is about 120 miles away from home. A two hour trip, give or take a minute or two. Lots of tolls along the way too since this park is off of the New Jersey Turnpike. According to the Clementon Park's Website, they were scheduled to be open from 12pm until 10pm yesterday. Well, we pulled into the parking lot at about 2:30pm, and we were greeted by a nasty little sign that stated in bold red letters, "Both Parks Closed Today." We expressed our disgust to the cute man in the park security booth, but he didn't seem to sympathetic about our situation. He just smiled politiely and told us that it was a last minute decision to close the park and that we should have called them before coming. Oh, I'm so sorry that I actually believed something that I read on the Internet. I should have known better!

You do not know how tempted I was to go to that sporting goods store across the street and buy myself a nice little pellet gun...

It sure is a good thing that we remembered to untie Max from the back bumper of the station wagon before we left Kamp Komfort in South Fork, Colorado!! I do have to wonder why that picnic basket full of sandwiches tasted so funny though.

Holiday Road MP3 - Performed by Lindsay Buckingham

P.S. The day was not a total loss. We headed up the road to Six Flags Great Adventure and had a great time there. I don't know which I liked more, the roller coasters or the hot guys in their wife-beaters!

It Was Fun, But No One Spanked Me!

Thanks to everyone for the Birthday wishes! I had a great Birthday. A pool party with lots of hot guys in the early afternoon. Dinner with my hot guy in the evening. Lots of presents and special surprises. It really was a great day! Thanks!

Monday, August 14, 2006

Moving Pictures

Moving PicturesLately I've been doing some redecorating in the RUSH room. Yes we have a room in our house dedicated to RUSH. What, you don't have one? Well, then you'll have to come over and see it some time. It's fabulous.

You see, after following RUSH for over 26 years, I have collected a whole lot of stuff and I have always had to have a place to put it. When I was in my teens, I developed a method of decorating my bedroom with posters and album flats. Some were actual album covers and some were the square covers from RUSH tour books. I always bought multiple copies of tour books at the shows just for this reason. Some are also known as flats and are used to help promote an album in a record store. Now, most other bands are around maybe 5 or 10 or 15 years if they are lucky. Popular music can be very disposable with the decades. If a band is really fortunate, they can develop a hardcore audience that will give them reason to keep going. In RUSH's case, that's what has happened. As I grew up through my teens and into my twenties, RUSH's music changed and evolved enough to keep my interest, so I kept buying their albums and going to their shows and the ongoing chain of album squares on my wall just grew longer and longer.

Now, the pictures on the album covers aren't glamorous photos of the band in satin kimonos and platform shoes in the 70's or thin ties and bright colored sport coats in the 80's. No, we all know that RUSH is way "Too Sexy" for their album covers. Instead, the covers are visual statements reflecting the music that was marking a particular period in time. Some of the pictures even had naked men in them! ("Hemispheres" is just so, so gay!) Other covers had things on them like a dog sniffing a fire hydrant, a boy alone in a room with a bunch of TV's, an egg in a C clamp, a woman taking a walk during a hurricane with her dress blowing up in the wind, a bunch of professional movers moving works of art into a museum. Each picture reflects a certain time in my life. Each album square tells me the same thing. "The more that things change, the more they stay the same."

Time kept going, and so did I into my 30's. RUSH kept going as well into their 30's. (Or, is that their 50's?) The same 3 guys and all these album squares just keep piling up on my walls. I originally had them hung up with a gummy-like substance called poster tack, but the pictures eventually would move in a downward motion (known as falling) and come off of the walls. At this point, some of these pictures are getting up there in age. Some are 20 or 25 years old and have been moved to a few different walls in a few different homes. I had always thought that it would be great to put them in album sized picture frames, but the cost of the frames that I had seen was somewhere around $25 each. Let me see, $25 times 25 or more album squares = OUCH!

Then, one day recently, we were visiting our sister-in-law at work. She works in a craft store. We were making plans to go out to dinner with her and Jason's brother and we noticed that they had album cover frames. The package said, "Now you can turn all your old albums into works of art." They were priced at $10 each but since we were going to buy a bunch of them, the store manager gave us a 40% discount which made them only $6 each. So, I bought 30 of them and I've been spending the past few days putting my pictures into frames and getting moved by a sense of nostalgia. I have been hammering nails and moving the pictures to their correct spots on the walls. Fortunately, I decided not to pull out my movie camera and film this event, because that would have meant way too many word plays on the title of this blog.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

1,136,073,600 Seconds & Counting

Today, I am 36 years old. That is 1,136,073,600 seconds. Yuck!

I was born at 4:56 a.m. on August 12, 1970. I was trying to find my very first baby picture so that I could post it here today, but I can't seem to locate it. While searching though, I did come across this more recent picture of me in my Birthday suit. It's probably much better to look at than some scary, wrinkly, little newborn alien-looking baby picture anyway.

My Birthday suit
Happy Bubala Day to everyone!

Oh yeah, if you happen to see me any time today, no spankings please!

Friday, August 11, 2006

Four More For The Whore

No, this blog entry is nowhere near as exciting as what you're probably thinking. The whore that I am referring to has nothing to do with sex. The whore that I am referring to is me. You see, I am a roller coaster credit whore. What does that mean, you ask? Well, as I explained in an earlier post, I am a big roller coaster nerd. I like love to ride roller coasters. And, every time I ride a new one, I add it to my list of coasters that I have ridden. Yes, I actually have a list of every roller coaster that I have ever ridden in my entire life. In case you are curious, I have ridden 144 different roller coasters in my lifetime so far. 37 wooden ones and 107 steel ones. In roller coaster nerd lingo, every new coaster that you ride is another credit on your coaster list. Sometimes, I drive hundreds of miles to ride a new coaster just so I can get another credit on my list. So, you see, I am a roller coaster credit whore.

This past Wednesday, Mumi and I took a trip up North to Pennsylvania to visit a couple of small amusement parks and to get us some more credits.

Lakemont Park
Our first stop was Lakemont Park in Altoona, PA. Lakemont Park is home to the oldest currently operational roller coaster in the world.Leap The Dips was opened in 1902. As you can probably imagine, a roller coaster that was built over 100 years ago might not be the most thrilling, high-tech ride out there. In fact the biggest drop on this coaster is only nine feet. It was still quite an awesome ride in my opinion. The fact that it is still around giving thrills 104 years after it was built is quite impressive.

The Leap The Dips lift hill.
Leap The Dips Lift Hill
Riding on Leap The Dips.
Riding On Leap The Dips
Leap The Dips is older than you are.
Leap The Dips Is Older Than You

Lakemont Park has two other roller coasters, Toboggan and Skyliner.

The Toboggan is just a standard Chance Rides Toboggan coaster. You have probably seen one at some point in your lifetime. They are pretty common, but, what the hell, it was another credit.

The Skyliner is a wooden out and back coaster built by John C. Allen. Skyliner is a great coaster. Mumi and I both enjoyed it much more than we thought that we would.

Coasters Make Bubala Happy

Del Grosso's
The next stop on our two park trip was Del Grosso's Amusement Park in Tipton, PA. Now, some of you may be thinking to yourself, "Hmmmm... Del Grosso's... Don't they make my favorite spaghetti sauce?" Why yes! Yes, they do! Del Grosso's amusement park is owned by the same company that makes spaghetti sauces and some other sauces and foods. We were both very disappointed that there was not a spaghetti stand in the park. I thought sure that we could pick us up a spaghetti dinner there, but no such luck!

Anyway, on to more important topics. They have a little park with a few rides including the Crazy Mouse spinning Wild Mouse roller coaster that we just had to ride. It is called a spinning Wild Mouse because the cars actually spin around as they roll along the tracks. It made us both very dizzy as you might imagine. But, we both agreed that it was still a fun ride. We also both agreed that the cars did not look like crazy mice to us. They looked more like mice tripping on acid to us.

Acid Mouse

Here are a few more pics from the trip. Enjoy...

We almost didn't get Mumi into Del Grosso's!
He had to put his shorts back on first!
Say What?!?

All of the bears like to hang out at Del Grosso's!
Mumi & The Bears

I love the food almost as much as the coasters!
Big Juicy Weiners