I’ve been back now for a couple days and yesterday made it official when I was able to make a trip to Trader Joe’s for my groceries, do my laundry and put the suitcases under the bed. I started out on a red eye from LA to Boston on the 9th. I spent the day there leaving for Dallas the next morning. I was there for two days to promo the Ruff Riders green line at their store called Union Jack. It sold the regular required gay attire in addition to some other cutesy things.

I left there for London. I spent less than 24 hours there. Most of you know about my little appearance in “You Ruined my Christmas” by the Supreme Fabulettes directed by Boy George? Well he did another one I can’t tell you about it until it’s released. Oh well, you’ll find out eventually. I flew out for that on a red eye from NYC and only got about 5 hours sleep. I arrived early am and was quite tired. I had been traveling quite a bit through Boston and at the time they, like the rest of the country, have been having a hard time with the flu so not only had I been ODing on vitamin C and Airborne twice a day but I also purchased a mask to wear on the planes. It was exactly the mask you are picturing, you know the one that all the Asians wore when the SARS thing was going on? Yeah, that one.

The set was outside at some farmland with a small country western theme camp built on the grounds. Apparently the Brits have a thing for our Old Western world when cowboys rode horses and fucked each other in the tent. Oooops wrong cowboy. I digress, there were little cabins on a stretch of muddy terrain that resembled those of a Bonanza like town; there was a barber, a blacksmith and of course the pub. There was no heat in any of them except for tiny wood burning stoves in the corner of each room. It was wet, cold and muddy, the perfect conditions for a nasty cold. More Airborne. I got on set at around noon and was finished by 5. Thank God because I was tired and I felt my glands swelling which is never a good sign and means bad things for Johnny. More Airborne. I got home at 10, this was Monday night now and I called the airlines to check my flight for Wednesday am. The woman on the other end of the phone with a voice closely resembling that of Siri informed me that that flight was full and the next flight was at 7 that night. Since my flight was a stand by flight and I had to be in Atlanta on Wednesday night for another shirt promo thing panic began to set in. I asked apprehensively about Tuesday am’s flight which luckily was open, wide open. I had asked what the deal was with the mass exodus on Wednesday and she said it never really made any sense and that these things happen. I had to take the flight, which meant I had to get up in 6 hours to get it which meant I was off to bed at that moment with a quick goodbye to my host. More Airborne.

Up at 5 to get to Atlanta by 7pm. I made it there without incident to do charity a thing and the promo event the night after at the Boy Next Door. This place had some really cool duds and I made a comment about how much I loved this one particular jacket and I think it might in the mail to me as we speak!!!! Two days in Atlanta, Wednesday and Thursday then to DC on Friday for the inauguration weekend and then to NYC on Tuesday, after Monday night in Boston, for a couple days to rest, to see some friends and to meet with a buyer for the clothing line all before a flight early Thursday to LA. More Airborne. Oh yeah, did I mention I lost my wallet in London and only had my passport. Traveling with no real IDs or bank cards suck as does Bank of America for their complete lack of ability to help in the matter and by doing so, making it far much worse. More Airborne and a couple Advil.

I am here for about 3 weeks before I part ways with LA again for NYC and London, for another thing that I am forbidden to speak of… at this time.