Goodbyes

Welcome BACK bitches! What a week! TGIF, huh?

Today marks our 650th post here at "The Corner." Unfortunately, we have nothing but sad news to discuss. You know what I am talking about... You don't live under a rock or on another planet, right? I can't "scoop" you this time!


As you know, Farrah Fawcett died yesterday at the age of 62. Farrah died after a long battle with anal cancer. Farrah really was the best "angel." I loved her. Her poster was the highest grossing poster of all time (I think), selling more than 12 million copies. If you have read this blog since its' inception then you may know that my Grandfather had that very poster when I was a kid. Very sad news. She was too young to die. Goodbye Farrah. (My childhood hamster was also named "Farrah" and I always thought Ryan O'Neal was the cutest actor, ever.)


So after learning about Farrah, I came home and found my fish, "Billy," (aka, "Russ") dead. "Billy-Russ" took ill about one month ago, exhibiting strange fish behavior like laying on his back on the bottom of the aquarium or floating upside down on the top of the water... He had momentary lapses of normalcy, so I kept hoping he would get better. He didn't. Sad. I know you think I am crazy getting emotionally attached to a gold fish, but this fish was different for a few reasons. He was my "reward" for completing the ING Half Marathon in March. He was very cute (looked like he had tattoos), and he actually had personality. Anyone who met him agrees. I did not flush "Billy-Russ" though... He is wrapped in a paper towel, in a baggie, in the freezer until I can bury him. R.I.P. "Billy-Russ" You were the best gold fish, ever. "Billy-Russ" is survived by "Sherrill," who requests her privacy at this difficult time. She is distraught over his passing. (Or she may be concerned that I may flush her since I was really just keeping her around for the other one.)


NEXT, the world learned of the death of the "King of Pop," MICHAEL JACKSON! My friend, Billy, (yes, my fish's namesake) called to break the news. Sad. Very sad. I can't write anything that hasn't already been said (and I didn't know him now did I). I only wish I could have seen him in concert at least once. I am sure it would have been amazing. My two favorite Michael Jackson songs are "Dirty Diana" and "Smooth Criminal." Anyways... Goodbye Michael Jackson. The world lost a tremendous talent. (And, unfortunately, we will be hearing about this in the media for months to come. Who gets the kids, who gets his money, yadda yadda yadda. "We" promise we won't write about this again here.)

I debated whether I would share this, but what the heck - here goes... You all know I traveled with pal Scott to Nashville last Friday to see Fleetwood Mac. Whilst on our 4 hour journey to the venue, we ran out of things to chat about so we played "dead celebrity." (I don't know if that is the games official name or not...) "Dead celebrity" is simply a game in which you identify which famous person you think will pass away next. Everyone plays this game, right? Scott picked Patrick Swayze (likely choice) and I picked Farrah, so I won. I always win at most things. It's just my way. (I will tell you, I had just seen the Farrah cover of The Enquirer the night before, so she was on my mind). Neither of us considered Ed McMahon. I did tell Scott that there would be a "wild card," someone nobody expects, like Sonny Bono skiing into a tree. That wacky shit always happens, right? Michael was the "wild card." Anyway, sort of macabre, I know, but it seemed like a real co-ink-ee-dink since I don't play that game often. It has been reported that Michael Jackson didn't expect to live past the age of 40. Like Michael, I don't expect that I will live a long life either. Mostly because I don't want to. I'm thinking 50 or 55. Who knows. I know, again you think I'm crazy, but it's really how I feel. I've had fun already so why be greedy? The truth is, I really just don't want to be an old man with old man ailments.

Okay, in lighter "news," I did get 5th row VIP seats to see... Paul McCartney! I can't wait. I have never seen Paul in concert so I am looking forward to it (and am hoping he doesn't die before August 15th.) What? That's not mean! He's old! I am just keeping it real. (Someone on Facebook didn't think I should have written that... I say "f*&k you." I'll write what I want.)

That's it everyone. I have to get ready for the Michael Jackson tribute tonight (which, the DJ promises me, WILL include a few Stevie Nicks hits) at The Eagle! If you attend, wear your sequined cod piece! LOL! Okay, I have to tell you... #1 asked if I was wearing my sparkly cod piece last night and that was about the funniest thing she has said, well, in about an hour. She's nuts. I love her...)

Have a good weekend!

Kevin

Nashville Pretty (Part Two...)

HEY! SUP? You're here, I'm here, we're all HERE!

You know from the last post that "Kev," that's ME, and pal Scott were in "Music City" (Nashville or "Nashvegas") last weekend for Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour (where we stood at the stage and hob knobbed with the band). Did I mention all of that already? I did? Well... It also happened to be Nashville's "Gay Pride" weekend so Scott and I took in some of the events including a stellar performance by the world renowned drag queen, "Lady Bunny..." I have never ever cared for watching a man dress like an ugly woman whilst lip synching poorly to the latest diva pop hit. Just not my brand of entertainment... HOWEVER, Lady Bunny was actually fun and we enjoyed her show.

Now I told you that we coined the phrase "Nashville Pretty," which isn't really "pretty" at all, but is nicer than saying hideous, unfortunate or ugly, so I thought I would share some pictures selected, believe it or not, at random... I'd like to know what some of these people are thinking?!; For reals! You be the judge... (and send your comments!)





Okay, so I'm a little "Nashville Pretty" myself (YES, I was tired and YES it was a 1,000 degrees outside BUT I do love my Ben Sherman shirt (and Scott's shirt too....). Our friend in the middle is "Blake." He had big ears but was super nice and, as you can see, very cute.


What are we if we can't poke fun at one another (and by that I mean other people), right?

Alright, that's IT friends...

Kevin

(Don't play this around the kids....)

Nashville Pretty

Rock on gold dust woman! (And the rest of you!)

As you know, "Kev" (that's ME) and friend Scott (seen above!) were front row center Friday night at Nashville's Sommet Center for Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour!

The show was, in a word, FUN! Before the concert even started, Lindsey Buckingham slapped my hand from my place at the stage, which was, again...front row center. At the end of the show, Lindsey gave me his guitar pick (which I lost that night at a Nashville dance club, "Play," BUT don't fret... I found it! Let's just say it wasn't my first time crawling around the floor in a bar).

Sheryl Crow and Michelle Branch were in the audience and Carrie Underwood was spotted on the corner (where you see Scottie standing above) although I did not get a picture of her (or myself for that matter... which is unfortunate since I looked super cute in my Ben Sherman jeans, Calvin Klein tee and black pumas - the outfit was comfortable, age appropriate and cute - a win-win I think. I never take pictures at concerts though because I don't want to be bothered with a camera and prefer to enjoy experiencing the show over worrying about pictures.)

I have been to many, many, many concerts in my time (it's what I "do") and I will tell you... Scott was the BEST concert date, EVER! He has been to other shows with me, so he "gets" I am a little Type A about getting to my spot at the stage in time. He made certain we were where we needed to be on time. Yes, he poked fun at Stevie's "wiccan ways" and he sang like a goat a little bit (which is his interpretation of her) but he knew every word to every song. He is insane. It was almost as fun watching Scott as it was watching the show.

I loved the city of Nashville too (I'm "Nashville pretty" which is sort of a back handed compliment to me and the city of Nashville. You see... the gays there are NOT pretty like their Atlanta counterparts, so we said they were "Nashville Pretty." Sadly, I am not considered "pretty" in Atlanta either (it's true - I accept it) but in Nashville, I fit in just fine!

Okay, like a stone, I gotta roll.

Luv -

Nashville Pretty

This is ME under what is supposed to say "Fleetwood Mac!" Scott is Atlanta Pretty though, so we'll let is slide that I am under the "Thomas (as in train) and Friends" marquee...

Unleashed Again

Who is so excited he can't sleep? You got it - ME! You see, in less than 24 hours yours truly will be at the stage enjoying Fleetwood Mac's "Unleashed" tour in Nashville ("Nashvegas"), Tennessee! Tonight's show will mark the 54th time I have seen Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks in concert! I can't wait...

Alright, we have been remiss in our correspondence here at "The Corner." We have a lot to talk about about but little time to spend with you...

First, one of our FAVORITE 5th grade teachers, Mr. D., retired from teaching after many, many, many years (okay, I don't know how many years Mr. D. taught, but he taught me, so you know it's been a long time). CONGRATULATIONS Mr. D.! You survived! "We" (that's all of us here) raise our glass and toast you. (Yes, I am a little drunk as I write this... What? I can't celebrate the fact that I will be seeing Fleetwood Mac in less than 24 hours?) Anyhoo, "we" are thinking of YOU (that's Mr. D., not the rest of you) and hope you enjoy your life outside of the classroom!

Second, one of my new best friends, Scott, who will be with me at the stage as we enjoy Fleetwood Mac in less than 24 hours, turned 39 on Tuesday (we've been celebrating all week). Scott should be the mayor of Atlanta... He knows everyone/everyone knows him. I absolutely adore Scott. A good time is always had when Scott is in your presence. Again, raise whatever you are drinking and wish Scott a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

This country made the transition to digital TV! Yoohoo! (I still can't get a decent picture.) I am glad the world didn't blow up but more importantly that the PSA/spots/infomercials are over, informing the nation of the June 12th "switch." Annoying.

Chastity/Chaz. Thoughts?

Okay, I gotta run.

Hugs, love, have a good weekend, etc..., etc...

Kevin

David Beckham (I Love You)

WELCOME BACK! I'm here, you're here, we're all HERE!

It's Friday friends! I can't think of a better way to kick off the weekend then by sharing these pictures of "our" faborite "HOT Guy," David Beckham (I love you!). These are the latest in David's Emporio Armani underwear ads. These pictures were taken in my hometown of London. Oh, alright, so I am not really from London... I will say, I have these underwear and, unfortunately, do NOT look like David in them. (Life's unfair sometimes, isn't it?)



Okay, that's IT for today. I hope YOU have a GREAT weekend (oh, not YOU - YOU know who you are... I don't like YOU. The rest of YOU, enjoy!)

Love -

Kevin

Prince Harry

SUP bitches? Alright I haven't felt like "blogging" much lately. (I don't watch television these days, despite the fact that I have a new 40" flat screen HDTV, which is GREAT for watching my Stevie Nicks videos on, but I have nothing to say other than how much I am enjoying watching my Stevie Nicks videos...)

Speaking of Stevie Nicks... I am getting super excited about seeing my 55th Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks concert in Nashville later this month!

Okay, here is a song that is playing in my head right now (literally, I am listening to this on the ipod whilst I try to think of something to write)...



Did you like it? While Kelly does not "hook up," "Kev" does. (I can write that, right? I'm an old man now. We all know what time it is here, right?)

I hope you have all gone out and purchased a copy of Pink's latest CD, "Funhouse." It's great. I love Pink (and you know she has reunited with her husband, super hot Carey Hart.) Pink is on tour promoting her CD, however, an Atlanta show has not been announced yet. (You lucky bastards in the Chicago area can see Pink at the Allstate Arena. Check Ticketmaster for dates because I am too lazy to look that up for you right now, plus all of the good seats for that show are gone. I tried.)

Who can explain the hoopla with "Jon & Kate" and "Octomom?" Do we care about these people? Just wonderin'.

A whole mess of famous people were born on THIS day. These bitches include Ron Wood ("Rolling Stones"), Andy Griffith, Heidi Klum, Morgan Freeman, Pat Boone and Marilyn Monroe.

Okay, I told you I don't watch TV. I lied. Are any of you watching this season's "The Bachelorette" on ABC? First, I don't care for her. I can't put my finger on it, but I think it's because she isn't appealing. Or pretty. Lacks "spark" too. The "bachelors" are a rogue group of douche bags. Anyway, ABC is the only station that comes in clearly on my new 40" HDTV (although it is GREAT for watching Stevie Nicks videos but I think I mentioned that earlier) so I watched it tonight. I hate the show because I can't stand seeing people cry. Remember "Brooke," a "bachelorette" from a previous season who was the final runner up? A real cute blond with vavoom and integrity. I liked her. Anyhoo, she didn't win the final rose. They carted her ass away from the mansion in a limo while the other bitch got her man, Aaron, who broke up with the one he chose about a week later and I can't really remember that one's name. I couldn't watch as Brooke wailed and moaned, mascara all over her face, shouting "Why not me?" and "He said he loved me" as the camera captured this tragic moment. It was sad. It bothered me. It was the last time I watched the show. Anyhoo, I have been "Brooke" so many times it isn't even funny. I was "Brooke" recently (I don't care - I have nothing to hide) and it sucks. So close but never getting the "prize." Not enough. Bitter? YES! Okay, I don't know how to end this story and I don't have an uplifting, encouraging word or lesson to impart about love so I will just tell you that Stevie says "loves a hard game to play, win or lose, stand tall." I will stand tall (since, at 5'8", I always try to stand tall anyway). Oh, and NEVER name your goldfish after the object of your affection... Name your fish "Prince Harry." Prince Harry will NEVER break your heart. Anyway, tune in to "The Bachelorette" on ABC, Monday nights at 8 p.m. (ET)!

Au revoir my friends!

"Kev"