At one point last night, I was completely convinced that I could have walked away with all the gals we were partying with. All in one fell swoop of an orgy. Me. Gals. Bail. Orgy.
But, I woke up in another girl’s room this morning. Pink.
Saw a bird:
Saw some flowers:
Saw a bridge:
But last night, I did fuck up. Being in S.F. when Prop 8 falls, being invited to a DBSM bar with a gaggle of rollergirls, I think I missed a few choice opportunities. Even so, I had some good fun. I’m pretty sure I got gay-married last night.
I look forward to meeting back up with Chesty and seeing what kinda trouble we can stir up tonight.
Walked around SF. No lie:
Encountered a Texas festival:
Saw more S.F. shit:
Chad and I cussed it up on a radio show for Milk of Minutia: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/minutia
I saw this sidewalk wound:
Today we went down to The Embarcadero to meet Samir and see The Old 97’s play and it all turned out to be this big fuckfest of a Texas tourism promotion. There was a whole little fair set up trying to convince people to travel to Texas. I love Texas and don’t even mind The Old 97’s, but neither of them looked very good associated with this piece of shit of an event. However, it did lead to some funny pictures and vids…
Chad did the intro again tonight. He has a way of getting the crowd juiced up for a fun and funny movie. Lively, huh? Chad really knows how to charm an audience.
We had some drinks w/ Chesty. No pics, damn it. Turns out I didn’t miss the gay bondage bar last night after all. It was a bust.
More (drunk) walking around:
Another night screening at The Roxie. This time, there were about seven people we’ve never seen in our lives there, plus friends, including Brazoswood’s own Annette Music. Late that night, we went to a gay bar called Deco right by the Phoenix Hotel where we have been crashing with Derek. It was me, Bob and Cliff and I know this sounds like the beginning of a gay rock-climbing joke, but the fuckers at Deco go all out with their karaoke. They had three or four wardrobe racks full of costumes you could put on… everything from Talking Heads to Tina Turner. Cliff got dressed up in his best Meatloaf outfit, but we ran out of time before he could duet Paradise by the Dashboard Lights.
I made up for missing out on gay bondage last night by diving into to a gay karaoke bar in the shit hole known as the Tenderloin. The bar is called Deco, and even though we were sure it’s be filled with pussy, it was packed with wiener. Speaking of meat, Cliff was fired up about doing a Meatloaf song. He even got gussied up for the gig.
Then I saw these two robot lovers in the gay bathroom:
Oh yeah, a cool article in MovieMaker Magazine came out today, check it:
Did you know that San Francisco is frezzing-tits cold? It’s fucking 57º in the DAY in AUGUST!!!! WTF?!?!
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