Normally if I don’t write anything in a while, it’s been because not much has happened; however, it’s been quite the opposite as of lately.

About a month ago was Kathy and Jerry’s wedding.  For those that haven’t been blessed yet meeting these two crazy kids, they are two amazing swing (especially blues) dancers.  They’ve been dating for eons and finally tied the knot.  The wedding was at an old hall that I remembered going to a freaky fashion show years earlier.  At this fashion show they had H. R. Giger-esque models going on and even guys suspended in midair by hooks going through their back.  All very creepy stuff.  Anyway, the wedding was nothing of the such.  It was a good time where people came from all over to see the happy couple celebrate their marriage.  The festivities and dancing went till about 1-2AM.  Good party. (Don’t forget to check out the pictures of their red leather couch.)

Another good party was Janice’s Christmas Tree Decorating Party, where I got to meet Janice’s boyfriend, Brian, who is quite an accomplished West Coast Swing Dancer and is an all around cool frod.  Lanelle, Andra and Kirk (who I still think looks like Bono of U2) all joined in the decorating.  I later used the leftover ribbon to decorate my Medusa Lamp at the house as a makeshift X-mas tree.  Good party.

Next weekend, one of my favorite bands, the Polyphonic Spree threw their 3rd Annual X-mas party at the Lakewood Theater.  Along with the devoted fans wearing choir robes, were some very bizarrely dressed peeps from some girl wearing an original Battlestar Galactica outfit, to someone in an HR Puffnstuff outfit, and of course, the “non-skirt” girl.  There was also an alien ventriliquist, Mickey Mouse, and of course, Tim Delauder, the lead singer of the Polyphonic Spree.  He da man.  To top the show off, was a definition in absurdity:  A fashion show/hair cutting extravaganza.  Once the PS walked off the stage, they announced that they were giving free haircuts to anyone wanting to come up stage.  Since my hair has been getting pretty shaggy, I considered it, until I saw the absurdity occurring on stage.  It was more of a “Random shaving” than a hair cut.  I was glad to have kept my locks of hair…even though they are getting too long for me.  Good party.

I currently find myself in Cut Off, LA.  For those unaware, Cut Off, is my hometown.  To give you some type of perspective, we had 7 towns for our one high school with a graduating class of 263.  I’ll let you do the math.  Anyway, it’s about an hour southwest of New Orleans and is surrounded by marshland.  Last night was the Falgout Family Christmas party where I got a chance to pick up my accent again and listen to some of the most hilarious stories of my dad and his brothers growing up.  Some I plan to post up here, some I dare not.  All of which almost had me in tears, laughing.  Good party.

Today is Chrismas.  While wearing my Sugar Daddy PJ’s, I “bachelor wrapped” my family’s gift by putting their gifts in different compartments of my backpack and telling them which zipper to open.  We were all amused.  My big present was tools from dad to work on the house with.  Yar! 

I hope that your stocking was filled with your wishes and you’re surrounded by those that love you.

Merry Christmas,Tommy.

As of yesterday, it had been way too long since I had been dancing.  And I was itching to change that.

SO!  I donned my new chapeau, which I picked up at Hot Topic and headed off to Sons of Hermann Hall.  I caught up with a few friends of mine I hadn’t seen in some time, and just had a freggin’ blast.  I also heard the best Pirate Joke ever.  It would lose it’s interpretation over the Internet, so next time you see me, demand that I tell it to you.  YARR!!!

Then as a group of us were walking to our cars, I learned a surprising about of information about a fellow Yehoodi poster in just once brief sentence:  “Man, it’s been so long, I think my hymen is growing back.”  When I didn’t think it could get much funnier than that, I heard someone say, “What’s a hymen?”  I told him to go back to High School.

And to top it off, seven minutes after midnight, I got the most bizarre and amusing answering machine message of my life.  (Warning ~1Meg big)  For those that can’t make it out, she’s singing about a cat coughing up a furball.  Ack!’s included.  Let’s hear it for bizarre messages!

I’m still snickering over the pirate joke.  Heh heh…C’EST TOUT BIEN!!!

Every so often, my parents realize come to visit me in Dallas.  And every so often, my place gets cleaned like it never has been before…my laundry is also done and neatly folded with matching socks…some put off household chores are done…my freezer is stocked with seafood…and the world-famous Falgout Family Food Festival.

On the menu this time was:

• Shrimp Fetachini – prepared by Mom (The photographer)
  
• His Masterfully prepared Brie – Lee
  
• A Tossed Salad – Allison
  
• ??? Chocolate and Fruit Dessert – Valerie
  
• Squash Casserole – Rachel
  
• Kickin’ Green Beans – Rusty (also some White Wine)
  
• Apricot Bars – Sarah

There was not a single bit of food that was not completely enjoyable.  The conversation was good too, as Sarah retold the “Jergen’s Story”, and my dad, and Lee, and Lee’s dad was able to converse with Valerie who is originally from France.  The other great thing is that Mr. Sushi Matt and I will be able to eat like kings for a very long time.

Rusty also brought over “French Connection” and we were able to knock another movie off of the enormously big “Movie List“.  The golden generation of the party were remenicent, but the rest of us were quite bored.

The pictures that my mom took can be found here.

Ca c’est tres bien! (except for the big pile o’ dishes)

I’ll write about the amazing Halloween event later, but I’ve gotta get the Studio 54 party out on paper (be it electronic, or whatnot) while it’s still fresh in my head.

Before the party started, I had a TOTALLY crappy beginning, as I did some poor planning and scheduled the party 2 HOURS after finishing a course at Landmark.  Well, the class took a bit longer and then when I rushed to my car, I found out that my car battery had died and wasn’t going to easily let me leave the parking lot it was so comfortable at.  After some panicy actions, I finally got my car started thanks to my good friend, Cliff.

Pre-party preparation started with myself, Lee Gibson, Lee Blum., Lydia (who left quite early) and Mark blowing baloons and decorating the place.  Noticing that Lee B. and Mark didn’t have costumed, I figured that I need to remedy this.  So, I made Mark take off his shirt and pants and don a Toga I had from a party a while back.  A joke was then made about Lee B. not having a costume to which she responded with the immortal words, “What?  Do you want me to go home and put on my G-string and Leather chaps?”  At that point, I don’t really remember much else of what happened.  I could have passed out for all I know.  But Lee said that she didn’t feel like going back to her place in Allen, and opted to just walk around in her Harley jacket and a bra.  Quite an acceptable substitute in my book.

Little by little, the guests stared showing up in their beautifully done costumes.  Kelly as Miss Havisham, some girl from Great Expectations that got stood up at the altar.  Sarah and Rusty as hip 70’s looking people. Lee, who went at Santa Clause just to get pretty girls to sit on his lap.  Matt in his Jumping Asian Outfit (which apparently was REALLY from Asia).  Andre and his lady all dressed up.  Laura in a Swingish outfit.  Holly in a neat outfit that I can’t really classify this late at night (3AM).   And Matt Weyant donning his Russian hat, complaining about Capitalist swine and their horrible alcohol. Cliff, Erin and ???  (God I feel horrible for not remembering Erin’s friend’s name, who was a VERY amazing dancer)  And, of course, our very bizarre and eccentric host…Disco Stu.

Some of the highlights of the evening were:

• Multi-female dippings
  
• Multi-male dippings
  
• The surprise dippings
  
• Night at the Roxbury re-enactments
  
• Girl on Girl dancing
  
• The really mixed up Conga Line
  
• Stu’s Fantasy
  
• The Electric Slide
  
• And of course…the COUCH O LOVE!
  
• The horrible, immense, torturous tickling session which followed the aforementioned “Couch o Love”.  (Which definitely hurt…but in a very good way.  A good and naughty way.) 
  
• Then there was the time that Mark tried lighting his shoe on fire so we had to pin him to the ground. 
  
• Matt showing off his frilly rump. 
  
• And of course, the party foul committed by the host himself…the ceremonial breaking of the wine glass…with his foot.

The last of the hardcore partiers left around 2:45.  So, as far as parties go…this was definitely a swinging party.  Lots of dancing, lots of really cool people and conversation.  Lots of dancing and posing too.  And if you didn’t go to the party, consider this your warning.  Do not miss the next one.  (Which was already under discussion.  Possibly an “Un-birthday Party”)  I think everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly.

Love, Sunshine and Disco,Stu.

P.S.  A special thanks go out to those that came to the party, especially those that brought stuff, and even more so the essential cool lights, Disco ball, and liquid pleasure.  It was very much appreciated.

P.P.S.  If you want to see the whole gallery, click here.  Rusty also posted his own pictures, here.

A good friend of mine, Amanda, and I heard of a really interesting idea.  It’s called a Leftover Party.  The name’s not too appealing, but the idea is definitely curious enough to have me throw one.

The way it works is that you bring a “friend” of yours that you might have dated at one point, but that you think they’re a really cool person, and would recommend to your friends, but there’s just no spark between the two of you.  So, that person now becomes your “undate”.  So, you and undate now go to the Leftover party and meet other people and their “undates”.

Tomorrow, Friday, October the 24th, I’m throwing one of those parties at my house.  Theoricly, it would be half and half guys and girls, but so far only 3 “couples” are coming.  🙂  Hopefully, there’ll be an even amount.  Regardless, I know it’ll be a blast.

And next week?  STUDIO 54 PARTY!!!  The place to be in Dallas on Nov 2nd.  (I was also told there’s going to be a Pimp and Ho party this Saturday, so Disco Stu could get a lot of visibility the next few days.  Which is good, because he’s been sitting in the closet for quite some time lately, itching to shake his grove thang.)

PeacE!

Many years ago, some friends of mine and I created a monster. This monster has become known throughout the globe as Disco Stu. Disco Stu, some say, is my alter ego. But I tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that Disco Stu is more than an alter ego. He’s a modern Disco diety. And all the women worship him.

Anyway, two years ago, Disco Stu signed up for a costume contest at Kempi’s night club…and won!…$500 smacks! Needless to say, everyone was impressed by this feat. But Stu knew that it was from the power within.

The following year, while I was living in Paris, my good friend Patty K., took over the contest by wearing a costume caked in blood and bobbing birds, imitating the movie “The Birds” and walked out of Kempi’s half a grand richer. Needless to say, she’s been bragging about it for almost 365 days so far. Well, those bragging rights are about to be over, because Stu’s back in town.

Here’s a bit of banter back and forth that Patty and I had regarding the upcoming Kempi’s Hallowwen party this year:

Patty (via Mary Muldoon): You will EAT MY DUST and the feathers too.
Tommy: WOMAN! You betta RE-CO-NIZE!!! Just wait until the Mothership of F-U-N-K comes landing on your doorstep. Then we be seeing who be eatin fethas!
Patty: Okay Mr. Funkmeister – we’ll just have to see who RULES !
I got fresh birds, and word has it – they eat FUNK for lunch! And they’ll be plenty hungry come Halloween eve!
We’re out for Bloooooood Baby!
Tommy: From the Eastside to the Westside, everybody knows that when I shake my
Southside, the women start going Tommyside.
There ain’t NO way, you’ll be getting your hands on my green. It’s mine, and you betta get it through your skull, honeychild.

Peace, Love and Fro’s,
Mr. O. (as in the Big One.)

As you can tell, this will be an awesome place to be at on Hallowween. If you’re interested in joining us, let me know.

So many events…so little time that it happened in…I’ll try to be as brief as possible, but good Gaud!…So much happened.

It started off with a Birthday Party invitation from my friend Suzyn, who was throwing a Toga party with another friend Celena A. Diamond.  Determined to not make the drive by myself and to brind my favorite partying and travel companion, I informed Lee
that he was going to be joining me on this trip.  Since he had such a crappy
week beforehand, I knew that this would cheer my main man up.  The plan was
to leave after Lee left
work and I would pick up the clothes (For the Toga) and other materials (laurel
and grapes for women to feed to us) for our little adventure.  I did forget
to get Suzyn a b-day gift, so we stopped by Carl’s Corner, TX to
find an appropriate gift.  After much searching, I found what I was looking
for…”A Carl’s Corner Toothpick Holder.”, some beef jerky and a postcard
exaggerating the size of the crickets in Texas.  After picking up some alkeyhol
beverages, and more grapes we arrived. 

Before walking into the party, Lee and I donned our new attire and “ran on up in there!” to be the new lives of the party.  Little did these inhabitants of the Toga Party know that their night was going to change because we were now there.  I immediately joined up with a few of my friends, and maaaaadddd partying ensued!  They started to dish out birthday wishes and cut some apparently good cake soon after we got there.  It was great to see some of my old friends, Cathy, Suzyn, Cecilia (Sorry if I spelled your name wrong there.), and Celena
(the awesome hostess of the evening.)  As well as meet some new ones who’s
names I don’t remember…but faces I shall never forget:  (Thankfully to
my trusty digital camera)  “Cowboy boots Toga girl“, “Scary Neighbor Jimmy“, “Girl with Cool Shoes“, “Girl not wearing a Toga but kept with tradition by going Commando“, “Guy mixing Mardi Gras and Toga Party“, “Anthony…Alfred…Author…whatever.“, “Holly and Paula.” 

Here are some other really good misc pictures that I can’t afford to pass up:  “God Bless photography“, “Lee wanted me to destroy this picture…So here I am putting it on the Internet.”, “Dude! 
I just totally grabbed your ass!  I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to do that…and
I did a really poor job.  If you want me to make it right, you can come back
and I’ll do it again.”, “Gaudess luv.”, “Umm…your toga’s too small.”, “The picture of the night.”, “It’s good to be Emperor“, “Uhh…umm…I’m sorry…were you just saying something?  I got distracted.”, “I see Toga People.”

After many, many hours, the party died down…That was at about 3-4AM. 
Then, little by little, people started to trickle off.  And then there were
10…More talk…more chatting…more people leaving.  And then there were
6.  At which point, Lee and I started mellowing the party out by telling
our tales of The Polyphonic Spree,
and how we think they are God’s Gift to music.  (They’re going to be in Austin
on Sept 14, so Austinites BE THERE!  Lee and I might be making a trip down
there again to experience this.)  This, plus a few of our other amusing stories
and Lee‘s huge lexicon kept the group entertained for quite a while.

Suzyn and “Anthony…Alfred…Aurthor…whatever”‘s left…And then there
were 4.  More music, more chat…And then it was 7AM.  “Uh guys…wanna go
get some breakfast?”  So, we then performed a sacred “Prayer of extinguishing
the Tikki Torches and thanking the Party Gauds who bestowed many fortunes
on us these past hours.”  and dragged our tired butts (At this point, it
was myself, Celena, Lee and Eric) to Kirby’s for some omlettes and more entertaining
stories.  Since I had to be back in Dallas for 2PM, I figured that we would
roll on outta Austin. 

By this time, I was VERY braindead and asked Lee to drive the way back. 
I kicked the chair back and took a short nap.  I was then woken up by the
sound of my tires screeching.  My immediate thought was, “It’s going to be
ok, we’ll stop in time.”  Then…WHAM!!!  Forward motion throws me into my
seatbelt and I am now looking (very closely, mind you) at the rear end of
a white Chevy.  Not good.  We pulled off into a bank parking lot and assessed
the damages.  Thankfully, NOONE was hurt.  The guy in the truck had no visible
damage, except for a bent plug, which they can probably take a wrench to. 
My car had a new cleft lip.  We
were able to bend my hood down a lot and even though there was some fluid
leakage, the car was drivable.  Thankfully, we were able to make it back
to Dallas w/o the car overheating, simutaneously combusting, or just plain
stopping.  The trip back was much more somber than the one coming, but towards
the end, we were back to our normal chipper selves…at
least as chipper one can be w/o sleeping for 36 hours, driving for 7 of them,
and partying for 10 of the rest.  That and we discussed our new line of shirts
involving our favorite catch quotes, “Qui est ton papa?!”, “And…WWHHHEEE!!!!”,
, “PIE!”, which we might get Celena to design.

Final analysis:  Party…GOOOOODD!!!   Driving…..BAADDD!!!  Still, a
great time was had by all and I’m looking forward to doing it again…just
this time in Dallas. 🙂

Here’s a link to the entire album of pictures I took at the party.

Ever
had one of those days where everything went your way? Where you were on
top of the world? It seemed like for 24 hours, your guardian angel was the
cream of the crop? And then it his 12:01, the next day, and his/her shift
was over?

On Friday, I had a truly extraordinary day. I got figured out A LOT regarding
perl, Makefile and installing libraries on my UNIX system at work, without
having root access. Go me. 🙂 Then, I got a call from a girl who asked
me out! Woah! Don’t get much better, than that, right? Well, I then went
to play disc golf with my best friend Lee
and then I sank an 85 foot putt! (Quite an amazing feat, I will say.) After
celebrating at one of our favorite restaurants, Chipotle, we went to CD Warehouse
and I bought music from a band I’ve been wanting for a long time. Oingo Boingo.
And on the way home, a really great girl who I think is the total bomb, called
and wanted to hang out. I did the Snoopy Dance of Joy as soon as I got off
of the phone with her.

When she came over we chatted, and watched “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back“. Kevin Smith is one hell of a director, and we both enjoyed the movie. A woman who can hang with Jay and Silent Bob says a lot to me. Anyway, the universe was at my every command. Muhahahaha!

And as far as I can figure, at 12:01, all of that changed. What happened
is that I licked her. Now before your mind goes south with that, I want
you to know that it was just on the cheek. It is what I call a Snoopy Kiss.
Remember how Snoopy would lick Lucy and then she would go around screaming,
“Dog Germs! I’ve been touched by Dog Lips!”
Well, she didn’t run around like Lucy did, but at that point, the evening
was over. Nor have I heard back from her. Lesson learned.

So, boys and girls, what’s the moral of the story? For the Love of God,
don’t Snoopy Kiss someone until you’ve reached “that point” in the relationship.
Even then…wait a few months. Commit that to memory.

Here’s Lee’s account of the event:

I
keep telling people that I haven’t been up to much lately; however, as I’ve
just finished writing an email to a good old friend of mine, Tino Dai, I
realized that I’ve got a lot to talk about, but I keep forgetting.  So, I’ll
list it out here so that I’ve got a point of reference.  It’s mostly small
victories, but ones that really please me.

• I love my plastic car.  I think that Saturn did themselves well when
  making my car.  I’ve put it through so much tortue and tight turns that when
  I took it to the dealership to get it aligned, they said that they’ve never
  seen a car that askew before.  Anyway, the point I want to make is that I
  got something for it that has me back in love with it.  A CD-MP3 player. 
  Now, on 1 CD, I can store 12 hours of music, all at CD-quality.  I’m not
  sure if I can easily convey how joyous it is to be able to carry almost your
  entire CD collection in about 5 CD’s.  God Bless Technology
• I am currently transistioning roommates.  I’m looking forward to
  rooming with “Mr. Sushi Matt”, who has gained this title after professing
  his love for Sushi on a cruise we went on a while back.  I also think that
  with Mr Sushi Matt, (and soon George) we will turn my house into the ultimate
  bachelor/gaming pad.  We will have a PS2, Dreamcast, X-Box and GameCube. 
  And after I’ve built up some extra funding, HOT TUUUUBBB!!!! (And maybe tommystubcam.com
  for those in waiting. 🙂  )
• I’ve taken up a really cool hobby of Disc Golf.  This is a sport which I had seen before, but never played.  Thankfully to my good friends at the Nejdl and Gibson
  house, I have been properly introduced to this new sport and quite enjoy
  it.  I even went out and bought myself 3 discs.  One of which “migrated”
  to the river on the first shot on the first hole of it’s existance in my
  hands…never to be seen again.  The other went into the river, rescued…later
  to be found nesting in the highest branches of a really tall tree.  My putting
  disc has been faithful and fairly accurate in homing in on the “hole”.  Good
  Disc.  I’m still a bit bitter about the course,
  but the last time I was there, I did much better and didn’t sink a single
  disc, and in fact came out one ahead after picking one out of the river.  That
  first time must have been some bad juju. 
• An amusing story:  Every Friday night, a bunch of us geeks get
  together and play Role Playing Games and partake in some light drinking and
  an occassional movie.  This is the same  group. 
  I have become known to the group as the “Nelly Froo-Froo” drinker.  I always
  bring the Smirnoff Ice, Strawberry Daiquari’s, and other fruity drinks. 
  At first the group resisted.  Then, little by little, I sucked them into
  drinking these tasty malt beverages.  This Friday night, the last one gave
  in.  John took one from my fridge and said in a very masculine tone, “Ok,
  I’m having one.  Now don’t make fun of me because I’m having a Nelly Froo-Froo
  drink, ok?”  “Dude!!  It’s all good.  We’ve been drinking them for a while.” 
  At which point John goes to open the Smirnoff Ice with his hands, and pulls
  back his left hand wincing and whining in a very distinctly girly voice,
  “ooouuuuWWW!!!”  He hurt his hand opening the bottle.  At that point, Lee
  and I turned right to each other and pointed, and prompted fell to the ground,
  laughing until we couldn’t contain it anymore.  John and his ego were not
  amused.  We sure were.