Cyclone madness
Friday night kicked off with a Mr. Alterhausen reunion happy hour at Martuni’s, where I met up with old high school chum Mason. Mr. Altherhausen and I then segued to the Castro proper and hit up a variety of establishments, including Trigger, the new bar/club that (happily) replaced Detour. It’s like Lime with a clubby atmosphere, and although there wasn’t a proper dancefloor, Mr. Alterhausen and I made like there was, and soon others were dancing along with us. Fun times.
Saturday, I went with a handful of co-workers to Drusilla’s new place in Emeryville, where we had delicious edibles and watched “Bolt”.
And Sunday, after braving the gym in the morning, I did a mite bit of shopping before falling on the floor dead tired.
As an additional excitement factor to the weekend, the girl I’d chosen for the room called Friday night just as my buzz was taking off to let me know she wouldn’t be able to make the deposit, so would have to decline the room. A bummer. I called my back up, Gay Guy #2, and didn’t hear back from him. So I’ve decided to go with Brandon, a perfectly chill guy. I wasn’t able to get him by phone, but we just emailed this morning, and he said he was excited about the offer. I guess that means he’ll take it, and I certainly hope so. This stuff stresses me out, and we’re at the end of the month and it’s freakin’ Pride. I want to spend all my money on club and booze, for Chrissake. Not covering the rent!
