Project Campit Runway- Part 2

The designing adventures continued at Campit later that night, when we all dressed up in our new fancy new tie-dyed shirts and varous other additions for Campit’s big 30-year anniversary party.

Since 70s and disco were the themes for the night, some of us came up with some pretty outrageous ideas to add to the festivities.  Rommel donned a massive Afro wig and tight shorts with “Chicago” on the backside.

Ricardo, of course, couldn’t resist to claim the design as his own and plead his case to the Project Campit Runway crew.  I have some concerns, Ricardo, and so does Tim Gunn.  This might be Auf Wiedersehn for you…

Watch and see how it turned out!

Project Campit Runway- Part 1

This past weekend, my friends and I went for one last “Summer fling” to Campit, the gay campground in Saugatuck, MI.  It was a short weekend, but it was a lot of fun.

When my friend Kevin showed up to drive me there at 6:30 in the morning, I hadn’t slept at all the night before– partially out of nerves but mostly out of stupidity– and when we loaded up his car, I inadvertently forgot to grab the tension poles for my tent.

So when I arrived at Campit and started unloading my tent, and found no poles… I figured I’d be sleeping in the car.

Luckily, my friends Ricardo and Jeff devised a way for me to still use my tent, and still sleep comfortably.

Here’s Ricardo’s explanation of the thought that went into their creation:

Tomorrow, Ricardo’s costume creation for our friend Rommel at the 70’s Celebration later that night.

Sonseed: Jesus Is A Friend Of Mine

This amazingly catchly little 80’s ska ditty is making its way through YouTube like wildfire, and it’s easy to see why.  There are lots of people who claim it’s false- saying it was created as a joke in the first place, and isn’t actually from the 1980s at all.  There are also claims that no religious program in their right mind would have allowed a band to sing such lyrics as:

Once I tried to run,
I tried to run and hide.
But Jesus came and found me,
and He touched me deep inside.
He is like a mountie,
He always gets his man.
And He’ll zap you any way he can.



But who cares?  It’s hysterically funny in a campy sorta way… and you have to love it just for that.

Special thanks to JonPaul of Tasithoughts for sharing this on the Feast of Fools forums.


I don’t go shopping for new stuff very often.  I make do with what I have for as long as I can stand it, and then I do what every good gay boy does:

I power shop.

I’ve known for quite a while now that I needed new shirts.  Badly.  I’ve been wearing the same old, tired short-sleeved shirts for the past 3-4 summers and they have all seen better days.

Problem is, you can’t go shopping for short-sleeved shirts in the winter or early spring.  Everything available is jacked up to their full retail price in preparation for the upcoming summer months, so buying at that time is not only a bad idea, it’s plain stupid.

So I decided to wait a while until the summer sales started.  I kept a few gift cards from Christmas (talk about self-control!) and set them aside for summer shopping.

Last week, I decided it was time to start shopping.

I started at Old Navy, since I had a gift card for them and, historically, I’ve found some nice things there for really great prices.  I didn’t have any cash on me at the time, so I did a preliminary run-through to see what I could see.  I found a lot of nice shirts at between $7.99 and $14.99.  Hot damn!  I was in luck.

So yesterday, after I got paid and I had a little extra flow, I decided to make a return trip.

Problem is, I drove in to work yesterday ’cause I was running late.. of course… and I had to get my car out before 7pm or I’d have to pay more. So I got the car out, and drove around downtown to find parking so I could go to Old Navy to get my shirts.

The only spot I found was a handicapped spot behind Macy’s.

Now, I don’t usually condone the taking of a handicapped spot by an able-bodied person. It’s wrong and you should not do it.

But I did it anyway.

So I took the spot and bolted toward Old Navy. I ran in, found the shirts I wanted, chose 7 that I liked the best, headed to the register, paid for the shirts and bolted out the door.

I raced out of the store and crossed the street, hoping my car wouldn’t be ticketed.

As I approached my car I saw a cop a few cars ahead of mine, writing out tickets. My heart skipped a beat. Then it skipped another beat. Shit! I was doomed. But I kept on walking.

She hadn’t reached my car yet! There was no ticket on my windshield!

So I hopped in and zoomed away so fast it made her head spin.

From the time I parked the car to the time I go back to the car, a mere 45 minutes had elapsed. And I got 7 shirts for less than $80, and no parking ticket.

So yeah.. I sorta rock a little bit! 🙂


So today is the day.

It’s that day that only comes around every four years.

It’s the day that means it’s an election year.

It’s the day that completely screws up the rhyme “Thirty days hath September / April, June, and November…”

It’s the day on which, if you’re born on it, you could stay officially young your entire life.

It’s an extra day.

A bonus day.

So why the hell did they have to tack it on to the shortest month of the year during the coldest season of them all?

Leap day.

Big fucking deal!!!

It’s just one more day of winter to me.

Thanks a lot, calendar!

Anyway, happy Leap Day everyone.