The Best Weekends Ever!
I have had some ridiculously fun weekends lately, but they have left me pretty exhausted come Monday! The other weekend my two husbands (who I don't have sex with, by the way, and never have for those who need clarifying), Andy Kirra and Tristan Mathews, accompanied me on a trip to Primm, Nevada to see Liza Minnelli in concert. Liza was pretty hilarious and I was thankful for Andy's viewing pleasure that she lived up to being the cartoon version of herself that she's made out to be. Her voice wasn't in the best of shape (I've seen much better concerts from her in the past few years), but her dancing was off the hook for a woman with two fake hips and a shattered knee cap. She always puts on a good show.
I can't, however, say the same thing about Primm. It may be close to Vegas, but it is soooo very far from Vegas! Our first sign of this was that it took 15 minutes of walking around the casino to even find a bar! The second was that the buffets were insanely small. There was one buffet called Miss Ashley's that we actually walked out of after standing in line for an hour because it turned out to be a Mexican buffet. Odd, considering Ashley is like the whitest name in the world and the photo of Miss Ashley herself looked like each of our Aunts! To quote Andy, "Here at Miss Ashley's... we make sure you really miss Ashley!"
I had only a couple cocktails the entire day and then as we were getting into the car to drive home, I decided to point my finger and give a lecture to the husbands on the dangers of drinking too much or doing too many drugs, for fear that we might be like Liza by the time we are 60. Yup. Sure did. ...I then put my car in reverse and proceeded to smash into a pole and break off my side mirror.
The comedic timing of it all was pretty ridiculously perfect. If I had been alone or with other people, I'd have been livid. But being with those two who were laughing hysterically over the whole thing... how could I not join in the laughter? I super glued the mirror back on. It stayed attached all the way home to L.A. and it has remained so ever since! Amazing the wonders of super glue!
Andy and Tristan, as you may know, are legally married as husbands to each other now -- but there's really nothing I love more than being the consistent third wheel in any given situation. I'm sure that sounds like I'm kidding too, but I'm actually not. You get the feeling of being needed and loved but you don't have to deal with the responsibility of the relationship. Also, the role of mediator or moderator has always been a good one for me. I have always felt a really undefinable, unexplainable bond to Andy but now it has extended to Tristan as well.
Which is interesting because I couldn't stand Tristan when I met him. But the Tristan Mathews you see out in public at porn events is a lot different from the one you see behind the scenes. He really won me over on that trip to Primm. He sat in the back seat and dealt with Andy and I talking in what is practically a secret language of riddles and inside jokes, dealt with our musical tastes the entire drive that varied vastly from his (we love Tori Amos and Bjork -- and if you don't, that can be one helluva painful ride) and he didn't even have a ticket to see Liza or much money to gamble so he waited patiently hanging at the casino and bar -- and NEVER ... COMPLAINED ... ONCE.
Do you have any idea how much I'd have complained if I were in his position?! I'd have been the biggest bitch.
Tristan is incredibly chill and "go with the flow" when he's in situations where he himself feels loved and needed too. When he gets into a group of people where he feels insecure, he becomes a different person completely. I'm happy to know the real Tristan. ...So I can tolerate the OTHER ONE! lol ;-)
Then this last weekend was The Rent Boy Pool Party Los Angeles. I was there from about 1:00 pm - 8:00 pm and that was really pushing it for me! I had a lot of fun, but I don't like to get started drinking or partying that early in the day. By 4:00 pm, I was ready to drink nothing but water for a couple hours to sober up in time to host the night's events. The turn out of porn stars was pretty incredible -- boys from all over and across the country! You can read more about it and see photos in the "News Desk" at jasoncurious.com/desk/ later today.
Thank God Brandon Baker called me last night and asked if I wanted to go see a late showing of Mirrors at Arclight. I spend so much time "living it up" with my friends that I really enjoy when we can just have a low-key quiet night to regroup. It was the perfect thing and just what I needed. Brandon and I LOVE horror movies, even bad ones! This was no classic by any means, but definitely had many moments that made me jump in my seat. It was way too gory for me. I am not much on the blood and guts and there were parts I literally had to turn away from because I couldn't watch. It was by far the bloodiest of the American-ized remakes of Japaneese horror flicks.
They certainly have the format down for these movies over in Japan: There's always the creepy little demon girl, the wide eyed children who have been taken over by her, something to do with water, some relative who has to be found in a faraway state that someone first has to go to a ranch or farm to find out about, an asylum that abuses its patients, something that must be done to break the spell that's over everyone and there's usually a broken fingernail or two somewhere in there too.
I'm so proud of all that Brandon accomplished with the pool party too, seeing as it was the first in L.A. and it's difficult to get people to come out to see porn stars in the city where they see them out at the bars all the time anyway! I decided to really take the bull by the horns and help him out on this one, taking over hosting duties, driving traffic to the site, getting ticket sales up, having him sell tickets at all my events, plugging it in my blogs and columns, putting up a banner on the site and even doing a press release on it. He deserves it. He's ones of my best friends.
In return, he's taking me on my first ever trip to New Orleans this week to experience the gay Mardi Gras that is Southern Decadence. So it looks like it will be yet another fun filled (and exhausting) weekend for me.
Before that, yet another one in my small "best friend" circle, Chi Chi LaRue, is DJ'ing at Here Lounge on Wednesday for a very Special Edition of my weekly event, Porn Star of the Week, renamed EX-Pornstar of the Week with former gay porn performer turned major mainstream underwear model Benjamin Bradley dancing live on stage! I mentioned on my "News Desk" yesterday -- it's amazing to me that they would do these nights just because I ask them to and they happen to think it's fun! Neither of them "need" to do nights like this and it's not like they're paid a great sum of money for it either.
No wonder I'm so god damned happy these days. My friends are really the best in the world. Best I've ever had in my life. Hard for me to believe that there was a time when there were only one or two people who I let this close to me.
I have a lot more news to tell about what's going on in my life these days, but I'm going to save it and space it out over the week so check back often.
posted by Jason Sechrest at 4:34 PM
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Your friends are the best in the world. Because you're the best person in the world. I'm not writing this because it rhymes because it's so fucking true.
Looking forward to New Orleans too! *wink*
Love ya Jason!! See you tomorrow night. Blake and I signed for our town house today and start moving in tomorrow!!
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