Enjoying wieners in the park...

Ok maybe I do have a perverted/sick sense of humor lately, or maybe the mailman's right and I need to get some. Today I went down to NYC for my audition/test for the daytime version of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. It was a great day, took the train down,talked to this handsome fellow, who was easy on the eyes, and at least 6'4" tall. The few men I do find myself attractive to are the tall athletic type and he fit the bill. He is in sales, and so am I so we talked shop. It helped pass the time for the ride in at least.

So once I hit grand central, I took the shuttle over to times square. I didn't really go out of the station, instead walking around and soaking up the sounds of the subway musicians. This is where the real heart of music lives, not on some store shelf in a pretty package some marketing guy thought looked nice. No it lives in the music of these folks who play down below ground. I heard so many styles and so many different instruments down there it was incredible. I think it would be great to one day set up a sort of subway orchestra and put all the different sounds together. My favorite had to be the guy playing a saw. It was incredible what sounds he made come out of that thing, if I had the $ I would have bought a cd from him. Anyway I took the subway over to Lincoln center and then walked to the meeting place.

I got there a bit early, and it was less than a block from Central Park, so I decided to go for a stroll. It was nice, and nothing like I had pictured at all. I went over bought a street dog, sat in the park, hence the title. Worked on a blanket I'm knitting and went to the audition. There were close to 100 people there to take the test, and it was harder than I had imagined. Only 8 people passed and moved onto the interview. Unfortunately I wasn't one of them. I am disappointed, but not discouraged. I will try again. I just wanted to break the trend and be a tranny that goes on TV not to say hey world look at me, but to just try and be normal. Maybe someday I'll reach that goal, I think more of us should try to fit in, instead of standing out. For now I'm going to keep on working towards my goals, and pray to win the powerball. Even though I failed at this, I can always say I tried. I don't know too many people from around here that have tried out for a game show, at least I have that. Of course that and $2.50 will get you a small coffee at Starbucks, but hey I'm easy to please.

The fun part was on the way back. The line for the ladies room was so damn long. I know, it's what women face everyday, but it was my first long line. I guess I can get a merit badge or something now. The thing that really bothered me was using a public restroom in NY. If I remember right 8 million folks live there, and I'd venture at least the same come to visit. If you go with the average of slightly more women then men in the world, any toliets could have had anywhere around 8 million different people use them. Now add in these odd diseases that go around, which the odds are one in a million of catching. Well with those numbers I could have 8 different kind of cootties swiming around my ass right now. I'm only half kidding, the other half of me wants to go scrub my bottom and burn my panties. I was in a hurry so I couldn't hover, not to mention the bathroom didn't have hand rails in there. Man sometimes I wonder why I couldn't beat this, and be happy being a dude who could pee standing up.

Love to all, pratice your hover, and g'nite.