Discolored eliminations
(With a nod to Melissika for the subject heading)
My thirtieth bday went off well. I was car sick on the way up to Santa Rosa to see Kathy Griffin, but she rocked it as always. Then things kind of fizzled out as we tried to party in Santa Rosa–a hopeless endeavor if ever there was one–and we eventually headed back to the City where I happily crashed at home.
Then Saturday, I attempted to go clubbing, but the Stud was playing crap-ass ’80s music, and I could not find a comrade to enjoy the pre-Halloween festivities in the Castro.
But Sunday, Melissiak, Mandypants, J Co and I brunched at Luna (which is staffed by quite a few hottie Latinos), which nicely closed out the weekend.
So here I is, old as I am. The most common thing people have told me is that you’ll really enjoy your thirties. Let us hope.
