queer and loathing in the nation's capital
I was told a little while ago that there was a a shooting outside my office yesterday around 4:30, as people were walking to the parking lots. Two kids got in a fist fight and one went home, got a gun, came back and shot two of the guys. One was grazed in the face, one was shot in the leg or side. Crazy!!
Also, I’ve been trying to figure out an easy way to put my del.icio.us links on the sidebar, so you can see the random links I save there, like this boy I think is cute.
Carlos and I went to drag bingo this past Friday and got WASTED. It started out as any other visit to drag bingo, except for the first time in almost 4 years, I’ve managed to wrangle a friend of mine to go. I think Carlos enjoyed it until things got creepy with an old friend of his when we moved the party to the Pub. But, this blog ain’t about him. :)
As usual I planned to only spend $5 max on one cocktail and a diet coke, but since I had my debit card on me I wound up spending $35. That was two doubles at Oz, one seperator at Good Friends, and two more drinks at the Pub. That’s the equivilent of seven drinks in about a three hour span of time. Yes, I was quite trashed and the cats came very close to not eating this week.
But, good things came from my state of inebriation though. I got the digits of a cute guy in suspenders that I saw on the way back from the Seperator run… He was standing in the door to the Pub, looking all businessmanlike and hot. Later, after bingo he was sitting at the bar and I semi-stalked him for a half hour or so using my patented Creepy Drunken StareTM technique before I stumbled over to the bar next to him, ordered a drink and awkwardly (I’m sure) started chatting while waiting for it. We’ve hung out and talked to each other a few times since. Go me.
That’s my new favorite: Kinda seeing someone. Does that mean you’re seeing them regularly, but it’s not exclusive or that you’re pussy-footing around the fact that you sleep around on someone?
I’ve met some great guys online (you know who you are) but none have moved past friendship or have a forseeable future in quite a while.
Would 6th Sense have been so memorable if that brat would have said “I kinda see dead people“?
The idea of a Guerilla Queer Bar Takeover sounds pretty fascinating. I wonder how it would go over in New Orleans? Probably not.
That would require a subset of the gay community to care, which I just dont see happening sometimes. I could be wrong.
Ernie from Little Yellow Different has officially had a nervous breakdown. Well, maybe he’s having a pity party, but I’m the last person that can mock him for that.. since recently I’ve had a few pity-circuit-parties myself. Anyway, Ern, since you have comments turned off I just wanted to say I feel for you. Don’t let the elephant get you down.
In fact, tell the elephant he’s past fashionbly late for my party.
On a personal note: You know the cliche’ “all the good men are married or gay”? Well, I’ve been meeting way too many of the married variety lately. Grrrrrrrr
