Oh Good Lord! Shut Up! No You Didn't!!!

These are the many phrases I will hear from my friends after I share this tale. Today, I ventured into the city yet again. This time I started the at The Boston Living Center for a therapy session to work through my previously discussed issues, as well the anger and confusion that followed.

While I was sitting waiting to see the therapist, I picked up the new edition of Bay Windows. While flipping through I saw that Leslie Jordan (Beverly Leslie from Will & Grace) was going to be at Boarders Books to sign a copy of his just published memoirs My Trip Down The Pink Carpet.

Well right then and there I decided, I was going extend my stay in the city so I could meet "Brother Boy" from my favorite movie Sordid Lives.

So after my therapy session I ran to Borders and picked up a copy of his book. Since I had about seven hours to kill before the signing, I thought it was best to do some homework and read as much of his memoir as possible. Well luckily his stories were a quick read and I was done with it in about two hours. So I was able to read a few over again.

What got me most about his stories was how much we were alike, especially in our early formative years. We were both one of eight grand kids. We were both extremely close to our maternal grandmother, even down to the shorthanded conversations we shared with our grandmothers. We also both hated to hear the sound of our "recorded" voices, as we both felt they were too fey. As well as buying ladies undergarments for, but will save those for another post.

After reading the book that’s when I decided not only was I going to get a copy of my book signed & meet Mr. Jordan, but I was also going to hand him a flyer advertising my blog. So he could see how much we shared in common.

So when the time came for his lecture and book signing, I sat there before he came out and contemplated should I give him the flyer or not. Then, as I listened intently to his short lecture, I recalled a time in college when I went to drag queen RuPaul’s concert.

Before the concert I was listening to "her" CD , Foxy Lady. I remember this song call "A Little Bit Of Love".

After hearing the song over & over, I came up with what I thought was a brilliant concept for a

video. However the night of the concert came and I didn’t not have a cohones to hand her the letter that detailed my video concept. So decided I was not going to make the same mistake with "Brother Boy".

So when it was my turn in line, I walked right up him told him how much I enjoyed his book and I felt a connection with him because several of our stories were similar, then I proceeded to mention my blog and hand him the flyer. I asked him if he had any free time to review it.

This is where I am going to get the most shit for my friends; but also convinced that the seizure disorder & subsequent car accident destroyed the part of my brain that stopped me for making a complete ass of myself. Not only did I hand him the flyer with the blog address, I also proceed to write on it my email address and cell number.

Sweet Jesus, yes, Oliver! I gave Beverly "Freakin" Leslie my phone number!