I think I have to explain the last post a bit… I got quite a few e-mails expressing condolences and such.

The poem was one I shared at a recent poetry reading held in the Downtown Atlanta-Fulton Public Library. I originally wrote it for Father’s Day, but felt that it was too personal at the time to share.

My father, the man I admire most in my life, passed away a little over four years ago. It was sudden, and he died while I was trying to administer CPR when he stopped breathing. Read the blog post here. This was right before I was leaving to go to school at the University of Miami, and I saw his passing as a sign that I had to leave my doubts and chains behind. He was already in a weakening state for many years, and I was debating delaying college to stay in Puerto Rico and take care of him.

But enough of the things that make me gloomy.

I can’t believe I waited till Thursday to blog about the past weekend. I went out with Mark on Saturday to watch Sympathy for Lady Vengeance at the Landmark Theatre. After a delicious Indian meal at the Midtown Promenade, catching up on everything since we last hung out a year ago, we watched the Korean movie about a woman who has been orchestrating revenge on a man who sent her to jail 13 years prior at the age of 19, taking the fall for the abduction and murder of a five-year old boy. There is a lot of violence in this film, which i love. I can’t handle horror movies, but give me a good movie with blood, knives, guns, and subtitles, and I am very, very happy.

Afterwards, we went to Amsterdam, the newest bar in the Atlanta queer scene. We played pool, and I especially loved how there was a mixed crowd of mostly gay men and groups of lesbians. Miss Lauren moved her famous blackjack table over to Amsterdam, so faux-gambling (not for real money) was always a nice diversion.

As Mark and I were lamenting to each other about our own self-deprecation, who did I managed to spot but one of Atlanta’s blogger celebrities, Omar from The Other O Show! He took a picture of us:

So that was definitely a highlight of the night. i felt like such the giggling schoolgirl (can’t you tell?). Luckily, I had recovered from the one rum & coke that got me feeling sloshed.

I made breakfast on Sunday for thr troops. My roommate and his boyfriend, and the other roommate’s boyfriend. Pancakes with pecans and/or dark chocolate. Afterwards, I had a meeting at outwrite  with Collin about Atlanta Rainbow Muse for the Fall issue.

And now the week…. I’m just tired, what can I say?