What’s with the walking up to the elevator and pushing the UP button when it’s clearly already lit and I’m clearly already standing there waiting for an elevator car to arrive and transport me to an upper location? What kind of power-trippy, control-freaky, superiority-complexy bullshit is that?? (This is purely rhetorical… I’m absolutely not referring to the overweight bald man in the light blue seersucker suit who just performed this all-too-common act not 5 minutes ago.)
It would be like if I were standing in line at Starbucks behind a stranger who was ordering a Grande Soy Chai Latte, and I cut him off mid-sentence to tell the barista, “No, no! He’ll have a Grande Soy Chai Latte, please… And extra napkins so I can also wipe his ass for him, as he appears to be completely incapable of performing basic human tasks without my intervention and I am his mother.”
Am I overreacting? I don’t think so. Like, why else would I be standing in front of an elevator on the ground level of a building, waiting for the doors to open? Did he think I was perhaps there to greet tourists as they exited the elevator and offer to drive them to the airport? I was absolutely not. We’re both going to the same place, dude! Relax! I know how to work a f*%#ing elevator! (And you know I never use the word “dude”.)
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest… Don’t forget - I’m on Sirius XM’s Derek & Romaine Show (on the OutQ channel) this Thursday @ 8PM.
Oh! And my big-screen video premiere at Splash bar in NYC went fabulously last week. It was a great turn-out (I assume all for me and not Splash's wildly popular weekly event, Musical Mondays); the brilliant Richard Jay-Alexander introduced me and the video; and if you can believe it, the one and only Donna McKechnie called to personally wish me well. I wasn't dealing with my life.
Some pics from the night...