One on One

Dirk Mancuso of Too Disgusting to Contemplate, Too Compelling to Ignore has become one of my new favorite blogs as of late… he’s a nice guy and writes about things that I can relate to.

And he’s only been doing this for four months… and he has already built up an incredible readership. Dirk… I’ve been at this for almost two full years now and nobody reads my blog. How do you do it?

Anyway, Dirk recently posted some questions to his blog for me to answer… and after much brainstorming, I have come up with some answers. Make sure you heed the end of the post for the rules… as you might just be next!

Here’s his post:

Rick Aiello –no relation to Danny — has been blogging at his current site for a couple of years now but I only stumbled onto his blog through some insanely random series of links a few months back and have been reading ever since. A member of the Chicago Gay Men’s Choir and the Windy City Performing Arts, Rick is a night owl who enjoys Tombstone pizzas, gardening, and cuddling. I am assuming not in that order. And he has an incredibly smooth voice (check out a podcast or three) that would be ideal to fall asleep next to.


And now, on to the questions…

1. In your own words “vodka + Rick do NOT mix“. Name 3 other things that do not mix well with Rick.

Well to start with, vodka has been mixing much better lately. πŸ˜‰ My drink of choice always used to be Rum and Coke, but after I realized how many calories I was consuming whenever I drank one of those puppies down, I tried switching to Vodka and Tonic. Much better.

Now… since you askedοΏ½ΔΆ

A. Dishonesty. I can’t tolerate people who lie to get what they want. I also can’t tolerate people who trump themselves up to being something magnificent and amazing, only to find out (usually much later) that they’re nothing more than a sorry excuse for a friend/lover/date/whatever. I have, unfortunately, come across far too many of these types of people in my lifetime.

B. Negativity. Now I’m not saying that I’m the poster child for positivity; in fact, I’ve been accused of being far too negative in the past (and present). But there’s a difference between knowing your faults and finding fault in everyone — and everything– else. People who bitch, bitch, bitch about everything all the time are exhausting and just not worth my time and/or energy.

C. Irresponsibility. I don’t care who you are, or where you came from, or how much money you have in your wallet– if you can’t be responsible for your own actions, you aren’t my kind of person. People who run away from things because they think that will solve all of their problems are just fooling themselves. I’ve had boyfriends, friends, relatives, and mere acquaintances play this game too many times to know that it just does NOT WORK.

2. You are a member of the Chicago Gay Men’s choir. What would you say is your theme song and why?

First of all, I simply must correct you… it’s the Chicago Gay Men’s CHORUS. πŸ™‚ It’s a pet peeve of any chorus boy whenever someone says CHOIR. But I won’t hold it against you. For very long. πŸ™‚

Hmmm… my theme song? Well the easy answer would have to be “Rocket Man” by Elton John, for obvious reasons… but although the name of the song matches my online “identity”, it really doesn’t say much about who I am or what I’ve been through in life.

Lately, I guess, my theme song is “All By Myself” by Eric Carmen. Yes, it’s sappy and weepy and all “woe is me,” but it does express how I feel right about now in my life. Plus it truly is a beautiful song.

3. My cats have taken on certain personality traits of mine over the years. What traits of yours would you say Pippin and Screech have taken on?

Napping anywhere, at any time, in any place they can. And cuddling. They love to snuggle up.

4. Last winter, you prepared homemade turkey noodle soup (mmmMMMmmm) from scratch, and for Easter you and your mother prepared a banquet. You say — and from reading your blog I would tend to agree — that you would make an amazing husband. Other than the culinary skills, tell me five things that would make you the perfect mate (and it’s okay to brag…I asked).

Oh boy… I guess “Because I can cook” can’t be one of them, eh? πŸ˜‰ Hehe…

A. I am who I am. I won’t ever put on airs to make you think I’m something I’m not.

B. I’m not overly picky about things. I like nice things, don’t get me wrong– but I don’t need the latest fashions or the fastest car or the most trendy decorations to make my life complete.

C. I wear my heart on my sleeve. This can be good and bad, as some people can read this as “moody.” But you’ll always know where you stand with me. I’m Italian. I can’t keep things bottled up.

D. I’m honest about myself. I will lay it all out on the line for you and let you decide if you want to proceed with me… warts and all. (Not saying I have warts. It’s just a figure of speech.)

E. I love to have a good time. And I throw a hell of a mean party. So you’ll never be bored. πŸ™‚

5. Someone from out of town visits you…where do you take them that would best show off your city and at the same time express who you are?

Chicago is such a multi-faceted city with so many things to see and do.. it’s hard to fit so much into such a short amount of time. That’s saying, of course, that the visit would be short. But if it were long (what were we talking about again?)…

— You have to take people to the “touristy” stuff first and get that out of the way. Sears Tower, Hancock, State Street, Michigan Avenue, Millennium Park, and everything in between. Get that out of their systems, and then you can explore other areas.

— If the guest is gay, an obligitory stop in Boystown is necessary. Sidetrack is a must-see, as is Roscoes and Cocktail (all located within steps of each other). I’d take my guest early to get a taste of some of the crazy shops, and have dinner at one of the favored spots with a patio.

— Neighborhood tours are a must– Andersonville (my neighborhood), Edgewater, Uptown, Wrigleyville (part of Lakeview with Boystown), Wicker Park, Bucktown, and Little Italy. All of these areas either represent something about myself, or are areas where I lived at one time or another. Each has its own special flair and flavor. If we have time, we’ll add Chinatown, Greektown and Pilsen… but only if we have time.

— Chicago’s Lakefront is simply gorgeous and can’t be missed. From the Museum Campus to the south of downtown all the way to Hollywood Beach to the north… and a drive on Lake Shore Drive is imperative. Or else a bike ride if possible. It’s the best way to see the city at its most beautiful.

And that concludes my interview! So now it’s your turn… here are the rules!

  • If you wish to participate, leave a comment saying, “interview me.”
  • I will ask you five questions – totally different from the ones I was asked.
  • You update your journal or blog with the answers to the questions.
  • You include this explanation of the rules and an offer to interview others in the same post.
  • When others comment asking to be interviewed, you ask them five new questions.

Let’s see who answers… I’m getting my Baba Wawa cap on right now. πŸ˜‰

Wearing my crown

I’ve never been much for head-wear.

Hats have never fit me well. I always look like my overly-round head is being squooshed into the thing. It’s never a pretty sight.

Of course, my head is probably 5 sizes too fat for any normal-sized hat… but that’s probably also just me being (once again) negative about myself.

So the idea of wearing a crown isn’t exactly ideal to me, as you can imagine.

Especially if it’s a crown that goes INSIDE my head, and not ON my head.

Today I was fitted for such a crown… one that will go on top of what’s left of my tooth.

Let me tell you… it is NOT a pleasant experience.

I managed like a trooper though. And my dentist is an ace with that novacane, let me tell you. She knows right where to aim that needle so I don’t feel a doggone thing.

But there’s nothing nastier than the smell of ground-up tooth. And feeling an enormous gap in your mouth where a tooth once resided is very, very strange.

But in the course of an hour and 1/2, I was molded, drilled, ground down, molded again, and fitted with a temporary crown. And then I was on my way.

The temporary crown is made of plastic and has a rough, sandpaper-like feel to it. It feels very strange. It is shaped just like my old tooth. It’s the strangest sensation.

The actual porcelain crown will be ready in about 3 weeks.

But before I can even get the thing ‘installed’… I have to pay for it. And holy fucking hell… is it expensive!

Before insurance, it’s about $950. For a fucking TOOTH made of bathroom sink material.

After insurance, it’s $600. I have great insurance, don’t I?

So now you see why I didn’t go on that big boat ride! Even though I am not quite sure how I’m going to come up with all that money AND pay my rent.

It sucks being poor.