Dream Date for Sale!
I bet you’ve never asked yourself that question. I never asked it either until last night when I wandered through the packed throng of bidders, wearing my ‘Buy Me!’ sticker, and feeling like a prize steer. It was odd seeing folks scan me like a piece of meat, and not in the usual gay man in Dupont kinda way either. There were women, hot women, wealthy women, women who would be waving $20’s in the air even before I took my shirt off. Women, and men, who were at Whitlow’s on Wilson to bid on Babes for Boobs, the Third Annual Celebrity Dream Date Auction to raise money for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer Research. And I was a Babe up for bidding.
Read MoreThe Ms. Pac Man Challenge
Into the bar he walked and across the way he looked. She was there, his nemesis, ready and waiting. Was he ready? Could he challenge her, was it to be a duel to the death? Only one way to know he thought, challenge her now or else, live in fear and denial his whole life. So he did, and they went to the Ms. Pac Man, drinks, and thumbs at the ready.
Read MorePsst… do you know ebXML?
I have a Geekcorps project on the beautiful border between Kenya and Uganda, right near where I went whitewater rafting on the Nile, which requires a Systems Integration Geek for four months starting in May, 2005.
Read MoreI am an American Consumer
Its Saturday afternoon, and I am about as far from African Happy as I can be. I am still happy, mind you, but in a way only an American can be, happy in a way an African might only dream of, happy in a way I know you can relate to.
Read MoreTwenty Hours of Travel
Bridget Jones is on the telle, doing her thing for the second time, this time with Dutch subtitles. I’m in 31C, laptop out doing my thing, writing my website while hurtling through time and space at some ungodly speed. Now over the Atlantic, soon to be in Washington DC, with Saharan sand still staining my shirt.
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