Likes: euphemisms, flights of fancy, comfortable silences
Having not been out in eons due to malevolent financial constraints, I bit the bullet and braved the drizzle for L’End Up last Friday. While I was without the company of Illicit Substances, my old friend Tanquery came along, joined by her sister Diet Tonic Water and their really cool, really hyperactive friend Ginseng. Oh, what a joyous trio, those three.
And while the music wasn’t “off the chain” as youth say, I did make a friend. A black friend: Herbie the Luvbug. And while no love was made, much fun was had dancing with someone who knew how to and chatting about all the gay shit we had in common.
Including, but not limited to, LADY KIER, who herself is SPINNING at the End Up in February. I’m so happy, I could pooh.
Sunday, I cashed in my Sears gift cards from grandma from the past two Christmases and hit the mall. What a brightly-lit breeding ground for so many cutie pie guys.
And that’s where it happened.
No, no Prince Charming sighting, but I fell in love with a midnight blue jacket in the Structure section that I absolutely, positively had to have. It’d never happened to me before, but now I understand. And I purchased, the total of my items leaving me with change to spare (well, credit on file), so I guess I “made a killing” as the middle-aged say.
On Monday, I did the unthinkable, and booked it via BART to Berkeley. Despite its fascist lack of public bathrooms, omnipresent shade, and hordes of hashish-reeking homeless, Berkeley does boast a lovely slice of shopping in its Telegraph Ave. Not to mention plenty of cute Cal boys peppered throughout.
Good times….
