For the past few years, I’ve paid tribute to my friend, Graham Berkeley, who was on the United Airlines Flight 175, which crashed into New York’s World Trade Center towers on September 11, 2001. You see, without Graham there may not have been a BosGuy or at least not one you’d recognize. Graham was instrumental in my coming out and relished his role as part-time mentor / part-time Gay big brother.
Taken too soon and still missed today, Americans will mourn an attack on the nation that is for most fodder for political debate and indignation; especially this year with a Presidential election pending. For me the 11th of September is always about giving thanks that my partner was not working the United Airlines flight and about the days that followed, which included the unfortunate task of packing all of my friend’s belongings and shipping them to his parents in the U.K. who were too old to travel and too distraught to do anything.
Good friends of ours have a beautiful old home which they bought two years ago in Albany, NY and have spent nearly all their time renovating. Our only previous visit to the home had been shortly after its purchase before any significant work had been done. With all the construction completed earlier this year, four of us made a pilgrimage from Boston to spend a fun weekend relaxing together in their home. We arrived late on Friday evening around 10PM to find a feast awaiting us in their kitchen which has an island so large that 8 may dine comfortably around it. Dinner, wine and conversation were consumed and flowed in equal parts morning, afternoon and night. It was a wonderfully relaxing few days and something we’d like to repeat.
Friday night’s late night feast
Saturday evening dinner party
I’m not exactly sure what the heck I was saying / doing when Richard photographed my reflection in the sun glasses tightly tucked in the shirt of someone standing across from me. Apparently what happens in Provincetown doesn’t always stay in Provincetown.
In my defense, this was at Tea Dance a few weeks ago and I may have had one or two of the Boatslip’s Planter’s Punch cocktails.
This past Friday four of us drove from Boston to Albany, NY to spend the weekend with a couple who purchased and remodeled a beautiful home (I’ll talk more of that in a future post). While driving to Albany we nearly missed a head on collision with a car that was driving the wrong direction on Interstate-90 (The Mass Pike).
After being run off the road into the grassy median that separates the East bound and West bound highway, I frantically dialed 9-1-1 to report the incident. Unfortunately, the next day we learnt right after running us off the road, an 84-year old driving the wrong way collided head on with a 28-year-old man; both were killed. One can only assume guard rails and traffic prevented the young man from swerving like we did.
We were shaken after the incident and saddened to read about this the next day. My thoughts are with the families affected by the tragedy.
Full story here.
Don’t forget to pack your R2D2 beer cooler!
I previously wrote about how many Bostonians have a September 1 lease in my post, here. I love this photo which was taken just a few blocks from where I live in the South End. Thanks to my friend Brit for sharing.
Here is a photograph of me with Taylor on Saturday night in Provincetown. This is what we would look like if either of us could grow a mustache. After donning the faux-stache I had an overwhelming desire to speak with a Spanish accent and order a bottle of rioja.
Later today we take the high speed ferry back to Cape Cod; specifically Ptown. Each year very good friends rent a house for a week and my partner and I make sure to go down for part of that week. This has been a tradition that has been going on for several years now and is one of those annual vacations that we don’t even question. There is something so relaxing about being in Provincetown with this particular group of friends that makes the trip unique from our other jaunts here during the summer.
Last weekend a blogger whom I read and occasionally comment on was visiting Boston. He and his partner were coming back for the second year in a row to spend a week relaxing in Ogunquit, Maine.
For those unfamiliar, Ogunquit is another gay-friendly destination on the coast of Maine just a 75 minute drive north of Boston. I have very good friends who spend much time there, and I can assure you its a beautiful place. But I’m getting a bit off track…
It was really great meeting the blogger “Blobby”. When we met I was able to ask him how he got the name Blobby. Apparently its a college nickname that stuck. We spent a couple of hours chatting at a local bar and just getting a chance to say hello in person. Although I don’t know how many bloggers I’ve met in person (maybe 5-6), each in person visit has been a positive experience, and time spent with Blobby was no different. Hopefully the coast of Maine will work its voodoo on Blobby and he’ll want to return so we can make this an annual tradition.
Blobby – thank you for sharing some of your vacation time with me while you were in Boston. I enjoyed our time together.
Check out Blobby’s blog at www.blobbysblog.com.
Stella Boston is an Italian restaurant in the South End that I enjoy for food and cocktails. The bar staff are among my favorite in the city and the crowd is always friendly.
Here I am with my former trainer, Stew, Sergio, and my current trainer, Kris. These guys are as friendly and nice as they are handsome. Both of them are great trainers at the South End Boston Sports Club (BSC).
Temperatures in Boston spiked today, with the mercury climbing into the upper 90s (for those outside the United States that translates to 35-36 degrees C). It is the middle of the week and I’ve already clocked 30+ hours, but I’m determined to enjoy the evening since I barely looked outside my window all day. I’m going to meet a friend at a neighborhood restaurant / bar called Tremont 647.
When the weather is beautiful and you want to let off some steam or get caught up with a buddy where do you like to go? Share the names and locations of your favorite places.
Hanging with the handsome and flirtatious Matt Kurkowski at Boston Pride’s 2012 Sunday block party. This former Men of Twitter (from May 2011) is a great guy. If you are on Twitter check out and follow Matt at @MKurkowski.
Last night Sergio and I went to a dinner party hosted by a friend and blogger of the gorgeous blog, Frenchie and the Yankee. The name of the blog refers to the writer who is originally from France and his partner who is of solid Midwestern stock.
We first met at a mutual friend’s birthday party last fall and shortly after started bumping into each other around the neighborhood (notably at Melanie’s killer abs class at Boston Sports Club South End).
Anyone who is familiar with Frenchie and the Yankee blog knows David has an exceptional eye and marries many of his posts with beautiful images of food he cooks / bakes. Having now sampled his cooking firsthand, I can assure you it is as delicious as it looks. The dinner party was such a wonderful start to our weekend, and I wanted to post a quick thank you to both David (a.k.a. “Frenchie”) and Mark (a.k.a. “the Yankee”) for inviting us to their home.
This past weekend I attended a wedding, and the justice of the peace pointed out while the tradition of marriage is not new, the two getting married were among the first generation of gay men in the US to legally wed each other. So I wanted to take a quick moment to recognize the two grooms, Jason and Randy who invited me to bear witness to their ceremony and say, “Thank you.”
Their reasons for marrying had little to do with politics and more to do with a desire to build a life together, but their actions taken in context of a larger trend show that as more men and women come out of the closet and come together the taboo of being “gay” is disappearing. Massachusetts would have never legalized gay marriage in 2004 had it not been for the tens of thousands of gay men and women who stepped out from the closet in the 70s, 80s, 90s and even recently.
For those living in places where being gay is still “bad” or “wrong” I hope you read this post and can see your future in the life Jason and Randy are now starting together. No matter where you live in this country, the laws are changing because the public’s perception of what it means to be gay is changing, and a lot of that is due to men like Jason and Randy who are just living the American Dream with a bit of a gay twist.
Today is Saint Patrick’s Day. A cultural and religious holiday commemorating Saint Patrick – the patron saint of Ireland. While I cannot speak for Ireland, it seems the holiday here in the U.S. shares more in common with Cinqo de Mayo and Fat Tuesday. Random holidays that are now used as excuses to meet up with friends to have a drink.
Unlike those other dates, cities around the world (Boston included) will host parades and festivities celebrating all things “Irish”. For me, St. Patrick’s Day is synonymous with “bar” and in particular “beer”. So get your green on, hang out with some friends and toast St. Patrick today.
Here is a picture I just received of me yakking it up with my good friend Ben at a Christmas Party in Boston earlier this month. Ben is one of the men who will be joining Sergio and me on our maiden voyage next month.