the ice storm redux: new canaan june 2009...PART 1

ang lee, the most humane of current movie directors made a movie of rick moody's...err moody novel, the ice storm in new canaan. the movie was set in the swinging 70's: all bell bottoms, wife swapping and swilling of stoly vodka.
and here i am in new canaan with a waspy family but a family filled and encased with love, not in the general sense of love, the love the one your with love or love is all we need lovr but one of real, deep and all abiding love: it's dennis' moms and pops. they are full of the stuff. they are over flowing with caring and they love their son so much that it sometimes makes me timid, makes me jealous, makes me a yearning hunk of melting, on fire hot humankind.
ok: so saturday after the car wash with pops means shopping at whole foods for saturday night's requisite bbq at which i am the designated cook but pops is the designated sponsor of said event. so pops and i go to the super gay, super waspy new canaan whole foods and it is there where we find all sorts of comestibles at ridiculous prices and i wonder: where is this so-called minor depression that everyone on tv is discussing? well i'm here to tell you it ain't here in new canaan that is for sure.
so pops pushes the cart while i take and throw things into the cart...and after two years of these bbq's, i do not even look at the cost of anything, which for me, is a revelation as i,like most, must watch every penny i spend. but so be it.
i decide that i will bbq a lamb leg which i will bone, marinate in oil, mint and garlic. we will also have bbq'd artichoke hearts with garlic dipping cream and a shitload of smashed oregon yellow potatoes/butter and creme fraiche. since it is pops favorite, i will also make my infamous brownies. we also bought a case of cambria chardonnay and one of shraumsberg blanc de noir champagne...and for me 3 lbs of dark chocolate with almonds...which i start to eat in the store.
there are a lot and i mean a lot of gay couples with strollers and children and they give the pops and i the once over and damn it if pops clings to me in a suggestive manner...the old sod, heh?
so the shopping done, pops suggests that we hit the country club for drinks (moms and dennis are out shopping)and he intros me to his cronies as his son's good friend...
of course we get a little drunk on patron anejo and proceed to have a great time talking about dennis: who we both love, respect and adore.
dennis is the kind of dude that, even after you (as in me) don't write or e-mail him for a while will always seem up and positive when you finally decide to do so. he does not have one whit of bitchiness or negativity in his body. dennis is a refreshing person: one who makes you feel good about yourself by merely being in his company.
so pops and i spend 4 hours at the country club boozing like maniacs and crawl home basically...and i wonder: how the fuck am i going to put this huge bbq dinner together in THIS condition?
more soon.
peace,
t.

new canaan, connecticut: 06 20 09

arrived here this morning via train and dennis' pops was waiting for me. it has become a tradition now that pops and i go to the new canaan car wash when i am in town to have his car washed.
for you long standing readers: many things have happened in said car wash including an extremely handsome dude who came onto me, while pops was dealing with something and asked me if pops and i were lovers...out of the blue as it were. now the pops is a very handsome 50 ish man and, to be honest, he and i do make a head turning couple...but he is str8, married to dennis' mom and much more important to me as a father and mentor than as a proposed lover.
in other words: i keep my hands and my mind off the goods and respect and love him in a fatherly way. enough said?
anyways, pops and i went directly to the car wash. and what a car wash it is: dry cleaners, putting green, massage chair, snack bar serving fucking ceviche and now, new for this year: a tequila shot bar.
so, who am i to go against the grain of a groovy suburban town like this, heh? yup: the pops and i have a couple of patron anjeo's while his new escalade is being washed.
ok: so yes i had to wonder how the total white waspy-ness of pops would decide to buy that most hip-hoppish of vehicles: an escalade.
when i asked him about it almost immediately after we left the train station he merely said: "tyler, i'm hip." and you know what...the pops is, was and will forever be just that.
we did shots, we ate ceviche and i even got a pedicure today all in the company of one of my favorite men of all times: dennis' pops.
nothing else much happened but dennis lent me his father for a few hours and i basked in the love of a man whose only thoughts about/towards me were based on love, respect and an abiding interest in my well being.
i have been without a father for so long that our time together is very very dear to me. thanks pops: you are the tops!
peace,
tyler

monday, 6/15/09, D-DAY

all went well today but it was a major bitch of a day: required workout, analysis with a new analyst...never an easy thing. seminars were heavy but stimulating. right now i need some pinot noir and i brought enough trader joe's dark chocolate with almonds to last me...ok maybe a month. so i am set.
for now, for tonight.
my new living quarters are plush as befitting an almost clinical psychologist. yeah i know that is a quasi superior attitude. but c'mon i've worked like a mother fuck to get here at the point in my life when my life's goal is actually within my reach: i can see it, i can feel it inside and i can almost touch it.
speaking of touching it, elliott the beautiful english undergrad and super cute vampire and i made out like bandits today in central park: very close to the scene of our near sex of last july 4th. he makes me crazy: what can i say?
anyone watching nurse jackie on showtime? do so. it is primo and of course, true blood started again last night: speaking of vampires. more later.
peace,
t.

i'm here, i'm partied out and i'm ready to work

dennis and i arrived here in nyc a couple of days ago and have not stopped surveying, working out, surfing and generally partying: all or most of which will end very very soon...as in after tomorrow, sunday.
then the real work of why i am here in nyc begins.
classes, seminars, interning, assisting the profs, working out: all of this on a daily basis.
the vampires have made their presence known and elliott (you remember the one that i almost fucked on the lawn in strawberry fields last july 4th) and i have chatted and even nuzzled a bit. a couple of the vamps are following me but they are so beautiful that i really don't care. why is it that under grad english majors are so gorgeous, huh?
by the way i asked elliott what he thought of the HBO series, TRUE BLOOD and he said: pure fiction! you gotta love dem vamps.
i will spend some time with dennis and his pops amd moms in new canaan very soon and if you remember from last year: new canaan is a rockin' place! suburbia at its wealthiest and sleaziest. i love it there and i love dennis' family. more on that later.
dennis, btw has eased into his gayness since last year when he revealed all to his his family. we never really become bonified gay men until that happens, ain't that the truth? anyway, dennis has matured, has had his heart broken by an older dude and is now pining for a younger one: all signs that our boy dennis is easin' and breezin' into gay life with a smile.
more on all of this later.
peace,
tyler
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