Not a hugely eventful day. I took a day from work and went to the Dobie at 1 in the afternoon (after barely dragging my ass out of bed at noon) for a press sneak of "She Hate Me," Spike Lee's new movie. It isn't very good. We may have a review of it up by the time you read this.

Anyway, I was supposed to go to the Paramount Theater box office after the sneak because my friend Jett who works there was helping me get good seats to the Laurie Anderson concert that is in October. But I totally forgot and went and got Chinese buffet and was home chowing down on Mongolian Pork (mmmm meaty!) before I snapped. I knew Jett was working all day and decided to try and go later because by now it was after 4pm (that damn Spike Lee took up 2 hours and 20 minutes of my life with his awful film) and I didn't want to try and fight traffic.

I wrote up my stuff from Day One of Agliff and at 6:30 or so went down to the Paramount. Usually the Paramount shows old movies in the summer but they had cancelled their screenings for a Weird Al concert. There were a few people lingering around but I found Jett and he took care of me. In fact he had found two seats in the very front row for me! I nearly pissed myself with joy! It's good to have friends who can help you out!

Went back home and goofed around some more because my only movie at Agliff today was "Adored: The Diary of a Porn Star" at 9:45. But I lost track of time and hopped in the shower late and before I knew it was 9:15 and I wasn't even dressed yet! I called Johnny Oh! and begged him to get over there and get in line (I knew it would be sold out, any film about porn stars or street hustlers is going to be very popular at a gay film festival, girl!) I got dressed, grabbed my makeshift Agliff bag (it has all my goodies: My press pass, tickets, camera, batteries, clipboard, notepad and pen, filethirteen buttons - all it's missing is a popcorn popper and a 3-liter bottle of Diet Coke) and hit the road. I raced to the Arbor (which I keep forgetting is further away, so I have to leave earlier) and made it there in like 17 minutes, lucky to not have been stopped by a member of one of Austin's biggest disgraces, our local police force. Police brutality might be all right at the hands of some hunky cops in tight fitting uniforms but these guys are all toothless, chaw- spitting homophobes.

Anyway, I was on time and stopped and talked to Johnny and tried to find my ticket and pass in my Agliff bag so I could get in early and get us decent seats, which I did. While I was in the theater with the "Producers" and "Supporters," people who have paid a shitload of money for their badges and who get reserved seats, I heard a volunteer taking their order. Apparently part of what the pay for is to have someone, probably an unpaid volunteer who has no money but lots of time to give, stand in line at concession for them and bring them their snacks. Must be nice.

Johnny came in and so did Craig and I went out to concession to get a Diet Coke. The Arbor has this huge Ass Torpedo size that is only a quarter more than the large Bladder Buster, so why not get it? When I got back Craig had been joined by 4 of his hot young friends, but did he introduce me. No. I think I am a bit loud and flamboyant for his tastes.

The movie was introduced by Agliff's Bruce Weatherford and he mentioned that it was sponsored by Gay.com, which is one of Johnny's favorite websites. He is on there a lot. Still, when Bruce asked if anyone was there from Gay.com (they let sponsors make pitch their product to the audience if they like) and no one spoke up, I resist the temptation to point to Johnny and yell, "Their best customer is right here."

The movie went off fairly well. We all grumbled when we had to sit through the horrible and long Agliff trailer. It's really bad this year. They also ended with the John Waters outtakes montage again which ends with Waters looking at the camera and saying to the (unseen) director, "You didn't say 'Action.'" After that cut to black and we were sitting there in the dark waiting for the projectionist to switch from video to 35mm film, some queen in the audience yell, "Action!" and everybody chuckled.

After the film we hung out and talked a bit and went to the bathroom (yes together, but in separate stalls, thank you very much). Oh, and also: They always hand out ballots after the screenings so you can rate the film and write comments. I usually don't get one because I write comments and rate the films here on the website. I swear to God this was so funny but I don't even know if I would have noticed if Johnny hadn't pointed it out. The movie, "Adored: Diary of a Porn Star" was misspelled in two places. It said, I swear to god, "ADORNED: DAIRY of a Porn Star." Girl, you and I both know that the dairy of a porn star would be a whole different movie!

We also found Dave Gilson, who used to be the tech guy for Agliff, because I wanted to mention the blown bass speaker in the theater which rumbled like hell when the pop songs in "Adored" were pumped up to full blast in the mix of the movie. Italians and Mexicans seem to love to pump up the volume and distort the music in their films but this was obviously a technical problem at the theater level. Dave pointed us to the right Agliff person, a rather butch and gruff-sounding but nice woman, who told me that she would make sure she told the theater about it.

We decided to go eat rather than go out to a club. We saw Johnny's friend Don with a hot young Asian boy and said good-bye to Craig as he talked to his boyfriend on his cell. You know, the one he's going to Europe with next week. Fucking 'mo. (He he).

Johnny and I went to Katz's Deli and got our favorite table, which is by the front door and next to full glass windows so you can people watch and seeing everyone coming in and out as well as 6th Street, albeit the West side. We, of course, mainly sat and looked for cute guys. As usual their was a ton of them. But my favorite was a boy who sat across the room from us. He was tall and skinny, probably 19 or so. He had a long, triangular face and had this look most of the time like someone had said something he didn't get, or he was smelling something unusual. I think he caught me looking at him about 80 times. When we went outside to leave, we stood on the corner and chatted and he came out with his girlfriend and they stood right by us as they waited for their other friends but I was too much of a pussy to look at him when he was that close. Maybe it was because subconsciously I thought he might like a pussy.

He he.

lodger @ Agliff 2004