My 40th Birthday Party Plans

As my 39th birthday approaches, I know that I'll get a full year to contemplate the official 'Gay Death' year of 40. I've already got the party planned out, and it'll be a good one. Or at least I have some ideas to start with.

At first I thought it would be cool to have an all-night shirtless dance party on the generally unused 2nd floor of the T.G.I.F. in the National Hall portion of the new(ish) National Airport. But then I realized it would be a fishbowl situation with lots of stressed-out returning air travelers gawking at all the shirtlessness and saliva exchange, which would be a bit of a buzzkill.

So then I thought I could settle for the nice space at Club Zei at 14th and I NW DC in 'Zei Alley' just outside the McPherson Square MetroRail station on the Orange Line. We used to have good times there with my club kid posse back in tha day just after the turn of the millennium. But then I read it's closed, with the last review reading like so:

"This was the best club ever to pick up Asian girls. Every time I went it was always packed with pretty women. One of the reasons It closed down was near the end too many shooting between black and Vietnamese gang members."

OK scrap that idea too. You'll all just have to figure out where to have my 40th birthday bash yourselves. It had better be special and MetroRail accessible too. Start saving up your pennies, because I also want to have a hot scruffy shirtless tripartite of DJs Dingo, Robbie Martin and Bravehound flown in for the occasion. They can tag-team throughout the night. I was thinking a starting set of upbeat dance versions of my favorite pop songs (Dingo knows what to do), then through the evening with a more West Coast easy feel with Robbie, and then some dark and broody shit with Bravehound into the morning.

All three must remain shirtless throughout the event and cannot shave a week in advance of the occasion.

I have survived the holiday season. Man it was brutal, and that work trip in early December didn't help either. By the time Christmas Eve rolled around and I had a moment to work out at the gym, I could only lift about half as much as I normally could as me old bones were sore from exhaustion. I've felt better after a full rugby match. Or maybe the rugby helps burn off the stress, and this time of year without it I get sore all over anyway. I swear there was something going on every evening for the past two weeks, usually having to do with the holidays. This year's resolution is to think about how to manage holiday tasks and stress for next year.

But I was able to get a disco nap in and got a ride with Clickboo and Dr. Jeff* to the annual Baltimore Bear Orphan Party and Feast, which was a lot of fun as always. I'm glad I was able to make it, and Dr. Jeff* took some nice photos*. Here's me and Tom playing out the nativity scene with fabulous cashmere pillows and shawl:

Clive the anteater-dog was a sweetie:

*Both of the above two photos copyright Jeff Smith Photography. OMG you'd better credit Jeff Smith if you use his photos or you'll definitely hear about it later.