I now know why gay men attend and throw Dinner parties. They are a lot of fun. Last night I attended one of these afore mentioned parties. We sat around and talked had dinner and watched Margaret Cho’s I’m the one that I want. Before the comedy and while there was smells of cooking in the air, there was music and laughter. It was a really fun evening and I look forward to doing it again sometime.

Hello, my name is Gwen and I’m here to waaasssshhh your vagina! Margaret Cho is such a riot! I went out and bought a three disk collection of her comedies. The set includes I’m the one that I want, Notorious C.H.O., and Revolution. It wasn’t that expensive either. Just thirty nine ninety nine folks, but wait there’s more. Oops sorry this isn’t an infomercial.

I got it at Borders, which by the way, the people at the one I go to are fucking odd. Ok don’t get me wrong I’m sure they are decent people. But I called them in advance to see if they even had the set, they did, so they put it up at the register for me. I arrived at the store, went up to the register and the girl looks at me and asks me how she can help me. I tell her that I’m there to pick up the Margaret Cho collection that I had them hold for me and she starts looking for it. I point it out because I see it right away and she doesn’t, she hands it to me then gives me a funny look like, what do you want now? She asks me if I want to purchase it now, in my head I’m thinking no, I think I’m going to purchase it next week, but I tell her yes and she just walks away from me. Ok, a little odd but she walks to the furthest register away from where we are standing and starts punching in numbers to log into the register. So I back pedal and hand her the collection, and she rings it up and tells me the price including tax. I hand her my card and she swipes it and the deal is done. My point to all this is that she never thanked me for making a purchase she didn’t tell me to follow her down to the other register etc.. Then there was the guy that decided that he was going to talk like some sort of fruit or something, ok maybe fruit isn’t the right word but he sounded like a moron. Like I said they are just odd there.

Btw I know some of my friends who read this have either worked for Borders or still work there. This post is in no way in reference to you or belittle your experience with Borders.