I am unable to determine if I'm the straightest gay man or the gayest straight man,
Effective August 1st, 2012 I will be moving into my next room rental situation but in September the housemate with seniority is moving out, so the house will become devoid of most basic furniture, entertainment, cookware, plateware, flatware, glassware, etc. This news rushed over me like an epiphany, I was delighted with opportunity to play house as an adult. Honestly over the moon about getting to decorate and set the house aesthetic. So when I'm not humming show tunes (kidding!), I've been browsing amazon, ebay, thrift stores, and yard sales for the aforementioned.

Additionally, I've been primarily buying my consumables from the farmer's market and been without a way to prepare the broccoli other than stir-fry. Tiring of this preparation, I began looking for steamers or steamer trays so I would stop wasting broccoli but being the pretentious prick I am I was unable to locate one with a) good reviews b) made in USA c) no plastic. Then today I was downtown killing time in the hardware store looking at rental-friendly lighting options, when I discovered that this particular Ace Hardware has a home goods section. I get excited and start wandering around, lo and behold: 3 Quart Stainless Steel Steamer by Regal Ware (Made in USA!) as if it couldn't get any better I notice their Le Creuset display showcasing the new color (Fennel) on my way out the door. In case you were unaware, it's fabulous!

In defense of my heterosexuality, is it possible to enter a public space and not be assaulted with Adele? Can anyone honestly be that enthralled with her music? It's in restaurants, it's in stores, it's in the gym. The only commonality I can distinguish is that this is a "college town" with a younger demographic, but this crap was just as concentrated in southern California. I suppose I should find solace in the fact that Lady Gaga and Katy Perry aren't making the rotation here.
Speaking of music in the gym, earlier this week I had the distinct pleasure of deadlifting _{(marginal weights)} to "Hocus Pocus" by Focus. I salute whoever managed to get that on the gym's playlist. Additionally, a classmate I joined for lunch had mistakenly assumed I wrestled in high school. Pretty nice for a misdirected compliment, assuming of course that he wasn't fishing to find out if I am Greco active in the gay community. ;)