Thank you, Trudy.

Trudy, thank you for that beautiful memory. I grew up in the burbs of NYC. While he wasn't my Mayor, all we had was NYC tv, so, he was the only mayor I knew. He really did help NYC. He was a great man.

He seemed like quite a guy.

Oh Trudy, that was lovely. Thank you for typing all of that out.

From a distance, he seemed like quite a character.

From close up he was quite a character!

I wish he'd done better in the initial stages of the AIDS crisis. One article talked about how much better Bloomberg would have handled it 30 years later... As if anyone wouldn't have after what ACT/Up did for the world? As if Bloomberg would have been like this 30 years ago? I assume he was, in fact gay. Yes, it would have made huge strides had he been out, but do you know many out and proud octegenarians? My own personal take - based on nothing but gut and his support of gay rights even 30 years ago - is that his closet had more to do with self-acceptance than politics.

Thanks to legal secretarying in NYC I've worked with a couple of people who were Al Hirschfeld caricatures. It's been a treat.

Yes, it would have made huge strides had he been out, but do you know many out and proud octegenarians?

I actually know three, but none of them are politicians.

There are certainly a handful of them, they're remarkable and the world owes them a debt - but they're remarkable because most people couldn't do what they did.

Jim Nabors!

The local animal shelter, where I submitted an application to adopt a dog, has contacted my references and asked them questions about how flexible my schedule is and how financially stable I am. These seem like questions that it would make more sense to ask me, rather than them, but I'll wait and see what happens.

[link] TEPPY. FOR YOU.

Oh yeah, I need that. Most people have actually been fine when I said, "No hug, please," but I pretty much quickly followed up with an explanation that there were too many people and I was crowd-claustrophobic (although, DAMN, I shouldn't even have to explain that; I should be able to not hug for whatever reason I want, but I've been socialized to apologize for not going along with the prevailing cultural behaviors).

But one person, even after I explained that there were too many people, took several steps closer to me so that I quickly backed myself against a wall to try to get away, and then started PETTING MY HAIR. Tim said he couldn't believe she still had a hand left after that. (When she did it, I lurched away from her hand violently and said, "You're WAY too close to me right now; I wasn't joking about the claustrophobia.") What the hell, people. Your boundaries are for shit.

But it's been more or less fine, because I was mentally steeled for 400 people crammed in a hotel. However, we went to classes all day, and went out to lunch with 6 people and out to dinner with 11 people. I have had NO downtime and no alone time since 9 this morning. So we got back to the hotel after dinner and I needed to shower so we could change and go back for the party.

In the shower, I realized that I was willing to make my appendix burst through the power of my mind if it meant I didn't have to go back to the party. After 11 hours of being with WAY too many people, I could not even fathom going back into a loud, hot, crowded hotel ballroom full of people with no boundaries whose boundaries are not the same as mine (it's not a case of right or wrong; mine are just different from the majority, and that's okay, but hard to constantly police).

So I am curled up in bed, happily missing the party, and planning to steal all the toiletries from Housekeeping (it's Crabtree & Evelyn's Citron Honey and Coriander [since coriander is just another word for cilantro, I am laughing my ASS off at the fact that I took a shower with soap that would be incredibly divisive to Buffistas]).

Tim went to the party, which I encouraged him to do. This isn't a relationship where he can't have fun without me. (Given the nature of what goes on at these parties, this IS a relationship where there are a lot of things he doesn't do at the parties with anyone but me [and really, we do most shenanigans in private because I am a very reserved person], but there's some stuff I'm totally fine with him doing with other people. [I never know how much detail alla y'all want to know, so I'm trying to be on the vague side here.])

I did give him a short list of people he could bring home for me as a party favor. Seriously, we have a friend who looks like David Bowie. *Everyone* has the hots for him. It's like a rule.