Beer:30, all weekend long
This weekend could have easily been measured in beers. I was out Friday at “Church”, then ended up at the newly-reopened Detour, where there were a ton of hotties that I hadn't ever seen before. I guess I'm in a specific social pattern, seeing the same folks in the same places. This is comforting, don't get me wrong, but I was pleasantly surprised to be in my own City, in the same old neighborhood and yet see all these other people who I didn't know but who were obviously San Franciscans. It was kinda cool.
Saturday, ended up going to the Lone Star with Troy, and sharing a cab with a wacky loon of a guy. A gay man in San Francisco who's irony-impaired. Whooduh thunk it? Did run into my friend Rex...and John. And San Francisco newcomer, Robby. Lots o' beers, several cabs. I left Troy to go have fun with some of his 'buddies'. I'm sure there was some cello-playing involved.
Today, Rich, Troy and I, and some other folks headed up to a spectacular house in Sausalito (anyone remember “Sausalito Summer Nights”? A dumb-ass pop song in the 70s). More beers, lots of 'bears' in them there woods. And we know from Yogi and Boo Boo that bears usually don't wear clothing. Though, cockrings seemed to be popular.
We hung out in the Castro after we got back from the bear-b-q, and I think I saw him when we were at Daddy's havin' a.....wait for it....beer.
I had a great time this weekend. I enjoy the fuck out of Troy's company, and RichM's, of course. Still, I found myself wishing every day, every party, every beer, that Sam was here.