Has it really been two years since I started posting my ridiculous thoughts, observations, gluttony, and depravity on this blog The Regular Guy NYC? Looking back over my scribble it just so happens that October is my two year anniversary of this madness that I have been vomiting out all over this blog. Where did the time go? In the words of the legendary anchorman Ron Burgundy – “Well, that escalated quickly”. I don’t know about you all but sometimes I can’t even believe the stuff that gets splattered all over this blog, and for some reason you all keep reading it. It’s like a pain and pleasure thing. It hurts so good, but you keep coming back for more. Like a car wreck that you can’t turn away from. I keep posting and you can’t seem to stop staring at my insides cooking like road pizza on the hot asphalt. What can I say? Many of you are just as demented, vile, raunchy, and sick as I am. I dig crazy, and really appreciate all of the support, comments, and feedback I have received and continue to receive here, even if it borders on stalking. By the way, does this rag smell like chloroform? Come, step into my unmarked white van of blogging! Continue reading Projectile blog vomiting all over NYC for two years now!
As a follow up to my ticket giveaway on a recent post “Win FREE tickets to Sex Tips For Straight Women From A Gay Man In NYC” I promised I would pick the winner on Sunday night while also digging into a bit of my sordid dating history and divulging one of my past dating disasters. I actually have quite a few to choose from but since this is not an X-rated blog I must temper myself and pick one that would not get me arrested. So here goes my tale of woe, followed by the lucky ticket winner.
Back in a time long ago and in a land far far away (Long Island) there lived a young bloke who had quite an active dating life. Yeah, I was a bit of a player back then, and was always up to meeting new girls to date. Love em’ and leave em’. Sometimes the scoundrel in me got his comeuppance for being such a douchebag at times. Yeah, this was one of them that I will never forget. It all started when I answered a dating site ad. At that time it was before all the online dating sites took off and people placed “looking for love” ads in special sections of the newspapers and local Pennysaver type papers that were delivered to our mailboxes. Well, I decided to give this a shot and boy oh boy did I come up with a winner. Continue reading Ticket giveaway winner and my own dating disaster in NYC!
Getting sick really sucks when living in NYC. Yeah, I know it pretty much sucks anywhere you live and get sick, but it absolutely kills me when I am projectile vomiting across the streets of Manhattan. I’m the type that never really falls ill, so when it does happen it’s a total shock to my system. It’s not just the fact of feeling like dog poop, but it’s also knowing that I’m stuck inside for days while the world is going on outside my apartment in NYC. No matter how many years I have lived here now I still feel a certain rush of excitement when stepping out for the night whether it be for dinner, a movie, an event, hitting Central park, or just plain old bar hopping. Also, I just happened to get sick right when the weather changed and Spring poked it’s head out from behind the dreary doldroms of Winter’s grasp. So when we had a few nicer days out this past week I was literally nauseous green with envy as I languished in bed or just couch surfed for days while working from home. Also, I can’t forget the numerous misadventures to the vomitorium that used to be my bathroom. I swear that room looked like a scene from one of the Saw movies after I was done with it. Continue reading Projectile vomiting and getting sick in NYC!
Let’s observe shall we? Ah, here comes St Patrick’s Day. A day where we here in NYC observe all types of partying people from all walks of life taking a nip of the whiskey, eating some badly made corned beef and cabbage, and washing it all down with green tinted beer. That green beer which is usually the frat boy special known as Bud Light, Coors Light, or some other no name brand. Either one they use though it always has that distinct look when too much drinking and partying occurs and the streets turn into a green sea of fluids mixed with chunks of despair. Not to say that I have never been there too. I have been known in the past to proclaim myself a wee bit o’ the Irish and partake in plenty of imbibing with my fellow lads and lasses! I’m sure those around me did observe the Irish rainbow being spewed forth out of my gullet when my belly could no longer handle the abuse on occassion. Oh look, there are me Lucky Charms I had for breakfast!
As usual, here is what we have to look forward to in NYC on March 17 – Continue reading Observe these 5 things on St Patrick’s Day NYC!