Right at the very time of this entry I am sitting on the upper porch of my friends’ house in Ft. Liquordale, Fl. I arrived here this afternoon after spending the week in NYC and the break is very welcome.

I love NYC and I also it love when I leave. It’s not a city that I can live with or in, but when I’m there I’m quite happy and without complaints. Except for the insane subway service changes perhaps.

I was there for work, although I really wouldn’t call it that, hosting two parties and doing a little charity event. Hosting means that I lend my name to the flyer and I show up all hoping to increase the crowd for the promoter and bar owner(s).

Monday was my arrival night and I met up with my old friend Greg Endries at our little place called “Nowhere” in the West Village and then, well, that night really didn’t end; it kept repeating itself with different venues, people and times. All in all it was the same alcohol laden debacle.

Tuesday was my girl Jamie aka: TheFruitFli at her thing, “Tijuana Tuesdays” at the Ritz in Midtown. My old buddy and all time fave DJ, Randy Bettis was providing the musical stylings and bff, recording artist, Brian Kent was there helping to use up my free drink tickets. Home @ 5am.

Wednesday was my charity event where I auctioned off a jock strap and called a couple of bingo rounds with Jamie, but not before having a few lovely plates at Craft Bar in Chelsea. I got home after 4… again.

Thursday was spent spending in SoHo with another awesome buddy, and future possible roommate, the smashing Jason Wimberly. We started out at Balthazar in Soho and found ourselves at Joe’s Jeans where we discovered a sale. I then took him back to Craft Bar where we indulged on red wine and handmade whiskey drinks. Even though I got home at 11 and slept almost 12 hours it still wasn’t enough; at this point a complete gastronomic transplant was in order.

Friday was the big day, the one I was supposed to be saving up for. Brian was spinning at the Eagle in the meatpacking district, how appropriate, from 8-10 for customer appreciation night. Open bar and food! Most of my dinner was served over ice. We headed to Eatern Bloc in the East Village where I was to host a birthday party. It was so packed that the only thing I could really do was stand in the only available corner and chat with passersby doing shots with the bartender. I got home, not my own, and was up to at least 5.

Saturday up at 11 to catch my flight home to Ohio where I’d spend the night, pack some better clothes and come to Florida. There had been about an inch of snow when I touched down in Cleveland, it was 60 in Manhattan.

It’s 80 here and I’ve put my boots in my Samonsite in favor of my Adidas flip flops. It’s the gym, a haircut (I have a photo shoot) and general relaxation poolside for the duration.

Over the last few years I’ve made several attempts at getting my t-shirt company up and running and each attempt had one common flaw: It was too much work. I don’t mean that in the “I want something for nothing” way, it was more work than it needed to be and that sapped my enthusiasm even more than my resources.

After a few dazzling debt hurdles I suddenly found myself relatively free of financial obligation. Finally I was able to make my money work for me and let me tell you sister – it’s been workin’. Gone are the days of inhaling bleach fumes all day with my place littered with pails of dye. No more self-advertising, self-selling, pavement pounding nonsense for me. Let someone else take care of that for a change, someone who does it PROFESSIONALLY. I don’t make my own butter because there are people that do it better than I ever could and this is the same sort of deal.

My new line, Hazz-been, is a tribute to and a reflection of my green ways; I’m so green that I don’t use plastic bags when I collect PD’s little nuggets, I use paper towels (I do however, keep a couple of plastic bags on hand in case we have an ass-plosion). The name Hazz-been was a last resort after I learned my original idea of Haz* Mat was not so original, and neither were my other choices; I think I was only able to get Hazz-been because someone let it expire. I am currently working on another line that is more masculine, edgy and true-to-form, a little mischievous, but for right now, today and the next couple of days this is Hazz-been.

Sorry for the last minute notice, but sometimes these things come together rather suddenly. You know, like a car crash. Tonight is my guest bartender premiere at the newly reopened and infinitely improved Micky’s in the heart of boystown in West Hollywood. If you’re in the area stop by and say hello. If things go well tonight this may turn into a regular event. *grin*