Yep... a little more shopping... at Barnes & Noble.

I saw hunky Frank Taylor at Le Club! He was working out before his rehearsal for THE NUTCRACKER. Frank is gonna crash over at our place tonight and tomorrow night.

I also met the cutest, brunette, smooth, tiny-nippled, hung, versatile, 21-year-old, just-got-out-of-the-Marines guy. And he expressed interest in doing videos!!! Woo hoo! Now if I only had some money... Hey, I've got some room on my Best Buy credit card... will he work for electronics?! And yes, I sampled his wares... and he most certainly has star quality.

:-)

Philip, Allan and I had a late lunch at the Shimmy Shack. It was as gourmet as a bar & grill can get. We all loved the food and the actor / waiter who served us with California flair.

I had to dart back home every so often to put another copy on. I'm filling a small distribution order for Eastern (thanks eternally to Julius of Paradise Adult Video for hooking me up with them). But eventually Philip and I met Allan at the Clearview Palace to go see MASTER AND COMMANDER: THE FAR SIDE OF THE WORLD. It was an excellent telling of an excellent story... very traditional, but very stylish.

It would've been a perfect movie-going experience except for one old middle-aged guy kept using answering his cell phone and talking. So Philip went over to him and asked him to please leave the auditorium if he has to take a call. The old fucker (who was in the row in front of us) came over and got right up in Philip's face and asked what Philip said... Philip repeated himself... then the old ass-hole said "my wife is dying of cancer, I have to answer my phone" and then butted his head against Philip's! This was clearly an assault and Philip immediately left to get cinema security. I said, "if your wife is dying of cancer, why don't you leave?" In less than 60 seconds the old bastard either realized he was very wrong... or that he was about to get into trouble... and he left... like a coward.

Let me tell ya'll if ya'll don't already know... It is NOT okay to talk during a movie... and it is NOT okay to talk on your cell-phones at the movies... even in cases of emergency. If you MUST take emergency calls... put your fuckin' phone on VIBRATE and leave the auditorium to answer the call. It's that simple... no exceptions. Turn the phone off... or turn it on vibrate... and leave to talk... or you will disturb others. It's common courtesy.

Okay, now that I'm done expressing frustration... I have to express my admiration... of Philip. Because Philip was brave enough to confront the rude guy on a point we all agreed with. My boyfriend is a very gentle, kind, loving soul... and it is only such instances of extreme discourtesy that pushes him to the point of having to defend himself.

The rest of the night fine. Frank Taylor came over, drank some wine... reviewed his scene from MID-SUMMER DREAMS... talked about THE NUTCRACKER (which is a ballet, not a porn movie!)...