Tawdry Talk

The world has lost some of its shining light with you, Cameron. My heart is with you, Scott, and your families, at this time of sorrow.

Memory Eternal,
Memory Eternal,
Memory Eternal.

You’ve got to check out this really bizarre site I found on the Ok Go website, thanks to a reference by sfopanda. The musical vignettes are priceless!

“latin lesbos”
“Crazy Female Squirting paul(wow)!”

I did really feel up to going to sfbritskin’s pre-UYA party yesterday, especially since we got the dryer fixed Friday. I had to get caught up on my massage sheets washing, and some other stuff, too, so I called Andy and left my regrets. Hopefully next year. I also didn’t have enough free cash to head in to Sacramento for the last night of the Trash Film Orgy’s all night Trash ‘Til Dawn marathon.

So, with those constraints upon me, I hopped in ednixon’s van and we drove around for a while, first picking up Tony P. and then to South San Francisco to get them checked in to a motel that was closer than the one they stayed in last night in (un-)Pleasanton. After that, we found Jim B. at his place and got a prime parking space right on 9th at Harrison, on the very corner there. The Lone Star was not too crowded, but festive. I had a Guiness, then set about meeting and greeting, passing out free sample massages and business cards. kitchenbeard gave me a good smack on the forehead and a nice piece of advice that I needed to hear, which got me out of myself and into the moment. Thanks, Stephen, for that little kick-start. It definitely helped. It was fun being in “on” mode, and I chatted with a bunch of guys, including a handsome pair from Boston, out here for the fair.

After a bit, I bopped on down to the (b)Eagle, and hung out for a while. I headed back to the Lone Star at about 1am, then back to the Eagle, where they were calling last call. ednixon, Tony, Jim, and I all piled into Frank’s van and headed to the “Late Night Sushi” place on Market, except that it closes at 1am on Saturday - what are they thinking? After a short debate of alternative food ideas, we ended up at IHOP on Lombard, where we dined with the rowdy straights: girls in tight dresses and boys in shiny shirts and baggy pants, in their evening’s finery, just a bit haggard. I guess we probably didn’t look that much better!

Didn’t get home until 04:00, though, where my bed awaited, lonely and unloved, but he welcomed me with his usual grace and comforting ways. Why am I up right now, you may ask? Well, the sun’s up. Ah, to be other than a morning person would be a delight, but that’s like asking an avalanche to stop falling. At least I had my day’s attire all planned out earlier this week, so I don’t have to think.

Happy 21st Birthday, beth_a_rama!! Sorry I can’t be there to celebrate with you, except in spirit.

Happy Birthday, thornyc!! You always know just the right thing to say, the right places to go - I love that about you. I know you’re gonna have a great day, and many many more.

Y’know, I haven’t been going out because I haven’t wanted to run into “Tom” and “Craig” - but I’m so over that now. I’ll be bouncing between the lone star and the eagle tonight. OK, maybe I’m not so over it, but this is my town, and I’m gonna go have fun!

Last night when I got home, I checked my email, and had a massage request message from my web site. I wrote a script that sends me an email whenever someone requests an appointment from my site. So this guy with a St. Louis telephone number requested an appointment but didn’t specify a date. Seeing as it was too late to call him, I popped him a quick email saying I’d call him in the morning to find out more.

In the morning, I called him and he claimed to not remember. He sounded drugged. Just a few minutes ago, I got an email reply explaining that he’s a mentally handicapped boy who got on the internet without permission. Well, at least that mystery is solved.

OK, so I woke up this morning, and saw my laundry basket with massage sheets in it. For some strange reason, I thought that those were my clean sheets needing to be folded, so I folded them up and loaded the basket with my next load of laundry, carrying it to the back porch. I discovered a big pile of sheets on the washing machine, which means I folded up my dirty sheets!

Headed down to Starbuck’s yesterday, where I encountered doubleoh_steven, and the delicious and delightful tonymorg. Later, I went to The Edge’s happy hour for the first time, where I had a great perch at the bar exactly in front of the door - everyone had to come by me to get to where they were going! Eventually, though, I was bored with just saying hello to everyone, and wanted real conversation, so I relinquished my post to an Edge regular, and headed over to the window, plowing a trail for sfbritskin and kevin_v5 to follow in my wake. Sometimes it’s good to be a giant.

squalidbear and glovercom and gregorbehr and a whole passel of other men, LJer and not, were all there, but the burden of the belly inevitably overcame the desire to be social, and Andy, Kevin, Greg and I all went up to Firewood for a light supper and some extraordinary tawdry conversation. Even for jaded Frank-baby, it was a bit much.