Melissa Manchester concert - a 2007 highlight
Earnest, empathetic, industrious, unpretentious, gay Virgo in Milwaukee with a great life, amazing friends, and a wonderful family.
In the summer of 1988 I developed a crush on Dan Gbur, my next door neighbor on Weatherstone Boulevard in New Berlin. Dan was three years older than me, so he had just graduated from high school. Considering it was 1988 Dan had very short, dark brown hair. He was a really nice guy; if he saw me outside he would come over and we'd shoot baskets in my driveway. I was always nervous when he came over because I didn't want to say or do anything that he might think was dumb. Nevermind that 14 year-old boys can't avoid saying or doing dumb things. Plus I worried that I'd say or do something "gay." At the time I knew deep down that I was gay, but I wasn't prepared to even consider what that meant or how I might act on that reality. Dan worked at a landscaping company that summer, so he was tan and in great shape.
Wednesday was awful here in Milwaukee because it snowed. Yes, it snowed on April 11. Supposedly we had 7" total, but it was warm enough that there was never that much on the ground; I think that it was melting pretty quickly. Fortunately the weather has improved and today it's close to 50 degrees and sunny. All of the snow is gone. But still, it's a bit rough enduring snow in April, even when you're a Wisconsin native. The weather was making me wish that I had a plane ticket to go and visit Nate in Orange County, California. Particularly so since he's had a rough week on a number of fronts. I wish that we could go out for dinner and drinks tonight so I could help him forget his troubles. When you're down, it's nice to have a good friend around to help you laugh and put things in perspective. Sure, we chatted on the phone, but that's not the same. Particularly during Nate's "hour of need." Girl, you know I wish I could be there. I'll have a few drinks for you tonight with the gang and you hang in there.
I received an email from Qdoba informing me that the Q location on the corner of Oakland Avenue and Kenwood Boulevard, the first in Wisconsin, was celebrating its ninth anniversary this month. I remember very well the day in the spring of 1998 when Michelle S (now Michelle SD) called me at work to say that Dennis Getto from the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel had written a review of this new burrito place, which was then called Z-Teca instead of Qdoba. I think that the name change from Z-Teca to Qdoba occurred in about 2000 or so. In any vent, Getto liked what he ate, so Michelle and I promptly checked it out. Since then I think it's fair to say that I've eaten at Qdoba approximately 50 times per year. So 50 burritos per year times 9 years is 450 trips to the Q. Wow. People who know me realize that I tend to be a creature of habit (see prior post about Subway veggie sub), and that I'm Virgo (read: OCD) enough to stick with a good thing when I find it. [Note to future boyfriends: once you win me over, it's likely that I'll commit for the long haul.] My order at Qdoba is almost always the same: vegetarian burrito, black beans, two scoops of hot salsa, and cheese. And, of course, a Coca-Cola.