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Oh my god. I've been away from this frickin' god damn thing forever. I hope I was missed because SO MUCH has gone down, and truly, it's too much to even process. So if you're hoping to hear about Fatal Attraction/CF news, Mike getting mugged in Paris, Gay Pride '05, or even the fact that I think I might have lost two pounds, you are VERY wrong. I don't have time to talk about all this shit. Life is busy. I have roomates to encourage (not that she needs any help from me, lord knows) and minor theatrical celebrities to interview.

I just wanted you all to know that I am aware of being a blog failure. Vilify me if you will. I probably deserve it. But maybe I can go to Canada and get gay married, so fuck off.

A sheepish KEVIN MANGANARO :-)

"We're going to miss you like carbs!"

I'm rediscovering my love for the fab five. Mostly because of the following lines: "I met the love of my life in the hamptons- you know, out east?" (more people should incorporate the pharse "out east" into their vernacular) and, Jai "OK, now I KNOW we're on long island, because LOOK how many bottles of cologne he has!" Ahhhhh strong island. I'll land in the middle of you soon enough. In related news, my Nassau County Leisure Passport expired today. Aside from my birth certicate, I officially no longer have any documentation linking me to the state of New York, and I can't swim at the aquatic center at Eisenhower Park. SIGH.

T-Coast @ Stephanie and Nick's... 

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day! (Esp. to my dear dad, who loves me even though i only eat 15 foods, i cant do long division, I almost failed high school chemistry, i crashed my car into a ditch...etc. etc. What a guy!) I spent weekend doing absolutly nothing, and it was blissful.
OF NOTE:
I totally saw Matthew Lesko on the mall. (he's the crazy guy in the question-mark suits who runs away from cops in his commericals where he hawks books and yells about FREE MONEY TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE!!! you know what im talking about.) anyway, he was also on the cover of the city paper this week. random
the best restaurant ever opened on capitol hill. Just incase anyone in DC is reading this, and looking for classy pizza and a wine bar... www.sonomadc.com
A place that allows servers to wear LaCoste Polos and serves french toast with Grand Marnier is clearly a winner in my book
I'm also waiting impatiently for Mara to read The Washingtonine so I can read about bars that I frequent. sigh...

Queer Liberation, MTV style.

OK, so Room Raiders. You all know Room Raiders, right? For the uninitiated, it's structured as follows: one guy/girl has three potential girls/guys to choose from, and he/she must decide which one to date not based on photos or anything, but by rifling through their rooms. And the three girls/guys watch from the back of a van (randomly) and comment.

This show being on MTV, one of the following scenarios usually arises:
1) Some chick is going through a guy's room, she lays on his bed, and the guys in the van are like "Hell YES, son!" or something typically boy-esque.
2) A guy is going through a girl's room and goes right to the pantie drawer. That's right- PANTIES.
3) Kevin is amused, but his estimation of the human race is lowered a little bit.

OK, so I'm sitting here, "running lines" with Kate (ie- angrily eating celery) when I discover a LESBIAN EPISODE OF ROOM RAIDERS. This girl (something that starts with an N... Natalie? Nadine? Norma?)- a blonde (ha), taut little critter is scouring rooms while three girls (one who looks like Laurel Jacobsen, one who looks like a preppy Uma Thurman, and one... other one), and this happens: "N" finds handcuffs on Preppy Uma's bed, chains herself to it, and- MTV being softcore porn- writhes around or some shit. Newport Uma says, "DAY-UMN! Don't move! I'll be there in 10 minutes!"

ALSO- "Lesbian pile." I'm amazed.

ALSO- "N" is looking through one of the rooms, she finds a frilly top, and says, "So... you must be pretty girlie." The corresponding lezzie says, "I may be femme on the streets, but I'm butch on the sheets." Kevin screams and makes Kate call Alana.

ALSO- Lesbian Room Raiders also opens the door to the 3 chicks in the van just giving up and making out.

BOTTOM LINE- I just find it wildly heartening that a gay room raiders makes everyone involved look as completely deplorable and repugnant as their straight counterparts. When gays have the equal right to look like complete, fucking morons, can marriage be far behind?

KEVIN, with Pride :-)

PS- Ha ha. There's an ad for Dukes of Hazzard on, and it really does make me laugh when Jessica Simpson says, "Something's bounced up into my undercarriage." Ha.

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Anyone who's anyone is checking out the brand new www.ladystein.com
Are you anyone? Are you?

It's not malignant. It's B9.

I'm not all that up-in-arms about the MJ verdict, ya know? He probably crossed the line with some kids, but it's not like he's mentally responsible. He's a retard, basically, right? And, as always, it makes my blood boil to see a trial about CHILD ABUSE that doesn't implicate Joe and Katharine Jackson. Two more grotesque monsters never lived.

If you ARE a Jackson Trial afficionado (as I am), I think you'll enjoy this Slate article recounting some testimony that makes life at Neverland seem even more truly, truly unambiguously bizarre than you're imagining: http://slate.com/id/2117900/

New Yorkers, get your torches (I know you have torches... hello, blackout)- We need to BURN DOWN The Post and The Daily News. BOTH of them had the headline of "Boy, Oh Boy" today. I mean, (a) LACK OF CREATIVITY and (b) Fuck you, call it SMOOTH CRIMINAL. Jesus. Assholes.

Luckily for of you who don't share my obsession with "The Teflon Molestor," there are happier things in life to focus on: Karaoke and Bingo.

TDI Karaoke: Part Deux/TDI Karaoke Srikes Back was a complete delight. Actually, the best description for it would probably be "medical miracle," since that much vodka combined with that much "Shiny Happy People" usually creates an explosion. I teetered through "Total Eclipse" with Dylan soundalike Matt Kupchin bringing a shocking intensity to the song. And, of course, McRock is there to, you know, actually add some musicality to it. Thanks for your lovely senses of melody and pitch, chick! Of course, no karaoke night ends without me having dipped waaaaaaaaay too far into Drunk Kevin, but that's the way it plays, right?

(Special props to Sara FitzHudson for proving that decadent, 70's-glam entrances have NOT died out.)

Oh god. Bingo. I'm sorry, but when asked if you want to spend Monday boozin' and bingoi', just say yes, because hurricanes, femme bingo callers, and The T Formation are now three of my favorite things. Uuumm... So I totally won bingo, and I'm totally wearing a tshirt right now that tells the world all about it. GREAT TIMES.

God, this is long. Sorry everybody! Hope all is well.
KEVIN, longwindedly.

SMOOTH CRIMINAL

MUCH more on this to follow, but I have never in all my life felt so bad for the one-two punch of Robert Downey Jr. and Martha Stewart. How can they, paragons of their respective fields, NOT be privvy to the separate justice afforded to MJ, Robert Blake, and OJ Frickin' Simpson? If Martha Stewart can't whip up a favorable outcome as easily as she can a tartful of creme freche, then maybe America isn't for me after all.

Ciao, suckers~
KEVIN, expatriotically.

Blame it on the Summer Nights

In the mind of Kevin Manganaro, frought with body image issues and cartoon daisies, summer has always been four long months of ennui. I mean, when one is a beach paton, one is expected to show some skin. And a GAY male beach patron? Forget it. Field Six is all I have to say. But not I. I'm too demure (read: self-conscious... Can I play it off as old-fasioned girlishness? Nah. That stops being cute when you're nearing the big 2-4). But Summer '05 is going to be a BALLS OUT summer. I am going to the beach as often as possible (Montauk, preferably... aahh, sweet sandy privilege), and I will fucking love it. SUMMER ANTHEM! WHOO!

Anyway, yes Leigh... The Killers rule. Brendan Flowers is, I think, the best frontman since Jagger. He's ALL SEX. I mean... G'DAMN, lord knows the flaming little nypmh-like sprite of a boy behind me had enough trouble keeping it in his pants during the Summerstage blowout. BFlow (as I plan to rename him) is just like... The hottest. He is Mr. Sex.

Leigh and I would like to take a moment to tip our hats to the great Anne Bancroft, whose passing will always add an extra touch of pathos to our favorite ABanc (sigh, it doesn't work for everyone) vehicle, Jodie Foster's brilliant "Home For The Holidays." I may be wrong, but I think it's the first movie that combined my love of outlandish wigs with my love of the word "Cocksucker" heatedly delivered after one has been slathered in turkey. Please correct me if I'm mistaken.

Oh gosh- TDI Karaoke: Part Deux/TDI Karaoke Strikes Back swings for the fences starting tomorrow at 8:00. I'm not sure if Sara Fitzpopstar is going to pry herself away from thirsty boozehounds (Not that I would know anything about such persons), but Matt "The Voice" Kupchin may... just may... have.... something... to offer.... :-)

MUST-SEE ITEM OF THE DAY: Liza Minnelli singing "We Are The Champions" as part of a Freddie Mercury tribute that aired on Ovation this past weekend. It's... uuumm.... Fangs.

El Deseo presento,
KEVIN :-)

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

So, Kevin and I both got to experience The Killers live this week. (He in central park, I in the middle of Maryland) I say, A's all around. My favorite was "All these things that I've done" I just adore that song. I swear that eye makeup loving mormon is channeling Queen at times- and I like it. Added bonus- Keane. In the grand tradition of every show I ever go to, I will now invest in the CD, then like the band and want to see them, because I saw them live. the poor Brits clearly had no clue of geography, as the lead singer screamed "Hello COLUMBIA!" atleast 5 times. Columbia, MD = 1/2 way between DC and Baltimore, aka the middle of NO WHERE. amusing. Whatever, bottomline I'm a sucker for accents. It was a damn good show. Kevin, I look foward to drunk dancing to this music with you in gazebo in circa 5 weeks. THRILLING. Also, wow. we really need start learning some french huh?

"You could totally bounce a quarter off that ass"

Another week, another weekend of debauchery. Time to reflect of the gallons of alcohol consumed and the friends who were there to view the damage. In Brief: drunkeness, ice cream as a meal, olympic gold medalist Carl Lewis, (and his afforementioned ass) more drunkeness, festival featuring falafel, more ice cream as a meal. I know. You're jealous. It occurred to me that while I often mention the coast, no one's seen the people who have the pleasure of my company each day. Please enjoy the following photos,which offer drunken friends, roomates, and the T-Coast all stars:

Just so you're clear where this evening is going... 

this is beyond blurry, but for those don't sprechen sie deutsch, the basement of this bar is, infact the shit house. case closed. 

Laura's having a good time! I'm on crack! 

So, I don't actually have words to describe Dennis. We can often be found yelling at each other, drunk or sober.  

me and Liz. Liz has fab earrings, and is also in charge of me 

Nick and Stephanie. Nick doesn't usually look like he's scared he's about to die- unless you show him ketchup.  

dear sweet george. george took no less than 15 photos of himself on mara's camera. he also has some sort of blog on gay.com. address to follow. we always support fellow bloggers! 

Stand By Your Pants

MUST SEE: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Oh my god. SO CUTE, such a gem. This is the kind of movie I would love anyway, but this one actually is GOOD. It actually manages to be original in the hypergigasaturated "slutty-dressing, virgin-remaining, Duff-listening-to tween girl market." That's not easy, folks. Granted, there is a subplot involving a terminally ill 12 year old that screams Pay It Forward (or, as David Edelstein so memorably called it, "Bitch Slapped By An Angel").

Anyway, I'm obsessed. The breakdown is like this... America Ferara= The overweight, Hispanic child of divorce. Amber Tamblyn= the blue-haired "rebel," wannabe filmmaker. Blake Lively is the blonde superathlete who sublimates her pain into flings with boys. And Alexis Bledel= Rory Gilmore. Always. Now and forever. She will RIDE that horse until its legs give out, and god bless her for it. So who among my friends is which character?

KATE seems very Tamblyn on the surface, all weird hair and digicams. But she wouldn't be half as nice to a needy child. And her blue would be better.

MIKE seems tailor made for Ferara's role. He has weight issues (I mean, he DOESN'T- he's rail thin, but whatever), is ethnically... something, and gets the best notices in the Times. But there's one scene where Ferara throws her bridesmaid gown on the floor, and I KNOW that Mike would never treat a frock that way.

KATIE MCGRATH seems the most like Lively- She's a leggy blonde, a star athlete, and... Well yeah. There ya go. That makes sense.

I, KEVIN MANGANARO seem the most likely to be Bledel. That is, I'm pretty sure I'm scheduled to find forbidden love in a foreign country over the summer (I'm lookin at you, Chunnel!). I'm also the most likely to be in DIRE need of eye makeup. But at the same time, Bledel is THIN. She is The Thin Man. Like... She's Shoah thin. So... Make your own decisions.

OTHER- Yes, props to Kate/Alana for the show's first press shout-out (HELLO! Landmark!) in Time Out NY, even if it's a little loosey goosey with some facts. I mean... Meh. Whatever- You see, the main point is that what's good for the show is good for Kate, and what's good for Kate is good for Kate being busy and out of our house. Which is good for me obsessively watching porn and scrubbing the oven.

QUOTE TO LIVE BY- "The shrimp that sleeps gets carried away by a cocktail."- The Mambo Kings

I'm checkin' out.
KEVIN :-)

ok, WOW. Kevin is really lapping me in the blog posting dept.

But that's Okay! I posted pictures! The moral of memorial Day '05 ,Ladies and Germs was the following: If you take dramamine before you go sailing, don't drink mojitos! I had a lovely weekend of sailing, (thanks matty!) drinking, bbq, and hotub. 'Twas perfection. ALSO: congrats to kate and alana! yay press Happy Bday to Siobhan: everyone's favorite pediatric nurse, and last, but def. not least; three cheers for Montauk! (please, no margarita in a bucket though, we all know how that story ends.... L

UM....keep me away from things that come in husks? 

A fine BBQ of corn, pina colada, steak sauce and cigarette. That crazy gayrab 

Yeah, I def took this picture AFTER the mojitos 

Sailing with the roomies