Sex, Drugs and....House!
Sam and I went to the Folsom Street Fair yesterday. It was actually an entire day and night full of leather folk. Well, not for Sam and me. We're only leather-ish. And folksy. -Esque, if you will.
I read somewhere that Folsom is the 3rd largest event in California. Not the third largest gay event, but any event. Behind the Rose Bowl Parade (#1), and San Francisco Gay Pride. Must be all the Republicans.
I had a fucking great time. We walked around with friends, each met some people who "knew" us through our blogs. I finally met Stephen from Syracuse, who's incredibly handsome..and built like a brick shithouse. I hope he manages to move to San Francisco. We'd all be lucky to have him here.
We met with other friends, and friends of friends. We met up with Eric and Dave, saw him, saw him (and his boyfriend, Fuad)—still miss him.
We drank a lot and I got sunburned. We were dirty. And dirty with friends. All good clean kinda dirty, though. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, Mary.
We ended up down at the Lonestar—had to stand in line, the horror!—and then went down to the Real Bad XVI event (hi, Skittles!). Lots and lots of fun. It's my favorite club/dance of the year.
This year, however, was easily the best, because I was with my best Little Man, who presented me with one of the best surprises EVER: Edgar! Of my former next-door neighbors, Bill & Edgar, who I've written about in lavish superlatives here. Sam came over to me while was on the dancefloor and said he had a surprise for me. He stood to the side, and there was Edgar. Oh. My. G--!
Even I had no idea how much it would affect me, seeing Edgar out of the blue. I just kept smilng and screaming and kissing him and then smiling and screaming and kissing Sam and all the world was perfect. Well, except that Bill wasn't there.
We left there near midnight to head home. After we got there, we "got there".
And good times were made. And making it was a good time.