I've had a lot of social activities, along with quite a few shoots (non-nude dangit!), so my evenings have been pretty full.
Got over my cold, but still taking decons to keep the cough away. Chris, my assistant, is coughing up his lungs every couple minutes, so I am glad I have been diligent about not letting it “settle” in my lungs.
Otherwise, things have been going smoothly, with the exception of some minor blow ups at work.
Kattie kept stealing my chewing-gum from my desk, and then she would leave her pen sitting on my desk. Since I had nothing to chew, I would just chomp down on her pens. Well before you knew it, it was time for a Smack-Down.
We put on our new fancy fightin' singlets and had a throw-down. I had her pinned in no time, and now Kattie stays far away from my stash of gum.
Kattie and I made up by practicing our circus act. Sami spotted us as I teetered around the office. We were doing fine until Sami had to answer a phone call, and I oopsie dropped Kattie out the of the second story window. She kind of made a lot of noise on the way down, so we moved one of the cubby dividers over the window to block some of the screams. She sure was noisy, but I had a LOT of work to do ya know.
Dale was complaining about all the racket, but we felt like he was making more noise than Kattie, so we helped him find a quiet space. It never hurts to help!
The next day, Kattie was back from the drive-through hospital. They gave her a splint and some Bactine but she also ordered a sex change 'to go'. We were thrilled with the new addition! But every time we turned around, she was showing it off. So we thought we would put it to good use.
Kattie and I have decided that we could market Glory Hole Cubicles that might make the work day go by, if not quicker, certainly more enjoyable. What ya think?
And no, I didn't actually stick that icky rubbery dildo in my mouth…or anywhere else. It was just kind of, ya know, laying around the office.
I bet our work environment is slightly different than yours.
WARNING: Above statements can not be held up in a court of law and may or may not have anything to do with reality. Images may have been photoshopped to appear as if we do nothing but slack off at the office, but in fact, we are covertly spying for a North Korean weapons conglomerate. In truth, the dildo has never seen the inside of a human body. Would someone please let Dale loose now?
Ok, back to reality. On Tuesday, a bunch of us went to the Padres game.
Now, I don't really follow soccer, but the tickets being sold were a fundraiser for a local gay team. Proceeds for a thousand tickets went to the team, and they were primarily sold to the gays. Ya know. The Gays.
We were gifted a handful of tickets, so we thought we would make a night of it.
We started out in classic and uber-touristy Old Town, at the Old Town Mexican Café. I know, not real creative with the name eh?
Kattie and Dale-droid were there. Dale couldn't come, so he sent his droid instead. Dale said he was allergic to astro-turf or some other such nonsense. His droid is nice enough, but has tendency to want to lift things.
After our crowd of about a dozen finally gathered and got sufficiently cocktailed, we ventured off to find that kitschy mode of travel called “Public Transportation”. How fun! A ride on the trolley with 'everyday' people. I was hoping I wouldn't stand out in the crowd, being so posh and all.
Funny thing about that Public Transportation thing, it's not ever found out in your driveway, or at the parking spot that you have right next to the restaurant. One must actually WALK to it. It was delightful until I got a cramp in my pinky toe, and I think I might have sweated a little.
Kattie and Dale-droid sauntered along like they were on the cat walk. Louise or “Weezy” as we call her, blew out the heal of her shoes, the first fashion travesty for the evening.
Kattie's legs eventually gave out on the 4 block walk. Dale-droid was recruited to carry her the rest of the way. Hmmm..looking back at the anguish on his face, I am thinking maybe Dale only TOLD us he sent the Dale-droid, and it was actually him. I knew he couldn't stay away from the football game. One simply can't resist a man in uniform.
Here Chris “Omigawd, why is my head so big?!”, Ryan “Mouth”, and Davie “Antonio” enjoy the thrill of riding with the hordes of game fanatics.
Weezy and her boyfriend call ahead for Xanax, once they realized they were attending the game with 1000 other homa-sexuals.
Kattie and I are close…VERY close.
Leave it to Kattie to find the only nice tooshie on the trolley.
Well, we got down to the Stadium, but there were throngs of people waiting to get in, and we weren't really upset about missing the kick-off, so we headed over to the Marriott's new ultra-swanky roof-top bar called Altitude.
Ok, now we are talking IMPRESSED. This was a pretty cool place, and we stayed a bit longer than we should have. I think we missed the first two quarters or something.
The view of Petco Park and the Coronado bridge was amazing….
…along with the view of the convention center and Coronado island.
Of course the best views were inside the bar! Chris is the Master of the One Arm Photo Reach. He's got very long arms, you know.
We weren't sure if we actually nailed the photo, Ryan being so small and all, so we shot it twice. This time I behaved, but I think Ryan got taller.
And no, my eyes haven't been altered..that's what they look like in good lighting.
And here we are again, just above the game that was in full swing! I hope we were winning! Go Team!
All good things have to come to an end, and with $16 drinks, our spending money went fast. Even my Diet Coke was pricey. The nerve! It was time to descend below and mingle with the little people. They do look little, don't they?
These are very big signs ya know. Either that, I shrunk down to little people size when we got to the park.
Weezy was thrilled that our tickets actually got us in. They didn't look like everyone else's, so there was a little worry. I knew we were special, it said so on the bus I road to school.
It was a quick elevator ride up to the very top of the stadium. They handed out tissues for the nosebleeds as we got off the elevator.
Wow! What a great view! We found our seats, and I think all one thousand homos had already arrived. Not too many were actually watching. There was a lot of cruising, and even more conversation. It was funny to listen to the crowd cheer at various points of the game, and then we would all kind of realize we needed to make noise too, and have kind of this delayed reaction cheer. I mean really, there is a major sale on handcuffs at the Crypt this week! Things had to be discussed! (Seriously, there WAS a sale of handcuffs at the Crypt last week)
I believe we sat in our chairs for all of five minutes before we started to feel itchy to find the balcony bar we had heard rave reviews about.
Ryan kept getting up and down to go socialize while Weezy was getting annoyed cuz I think she might have wanted to actually watch the game.
The final straw was when Kattie and Weezy realized that their beer was nasty, so we all headed out for the mythic bar.
Our time in the bar consisted of me going to the bathroom, and Ryan eating another hamburger.
But the conversation went something like this:
Bryan: “God, do you see that woman over there? Could she have any more work done to her face.”
Dale: “Well actually Bryan, she could use some lip injections.”
Bryan: “Really? They look bee stung already!”
Kattie: “Oh god, don't get him started listing out the plastic surgery everyone needs!”
Dale: “Come on Kattie. It's fun!”
Kattie: “No. Really Bryan, he started listing all the things I needed done the other day. It was so mean.”
Bryan: “Really? Yeah that Dale, he's dastardly, ya know.” (trying to sound sympathetic, while realizing I've spilled salsa on my shirt..dammit.)
Kattie: “Yes, he is. So don't get him started.”
Dale: “I do it out of loooove, Kattie.”
PAUSE Bryan: “So um, what EXACTLY were the surgeries Kattie needed?”
Kattie: “Bryan!”
Dale: “Why Bryan, I thought you'd never ask. first she needs. . .”
Kattie: “Nooooooo..stop it! God, if I hear anymore I will want to throw myself over the balcony.”
Bryan: “Hmmm..well that's ok, just don't hit any pretty people on the way down.”
Kattie chased me out of the bar after that. So we went back up to watch the game with the gay boys, but stayed another five minutes just so we could say “yeah we went to the game last night.” and decided we were way too bored and that the Trolley ride was more fun. So off we were again!
Out on the street, we stumbled on the car from Dukes of Hazzard. We took a touristy picture with it, but really, the car was kind of snobby and all Hollywoody, that I wouldn't feel any sympathy when the Robert E Lee finds out his lover, Herbie is secretly dating Angelina Jolie. God, does that woman fuck everyone she works with?
On the ride back, Kattie sang along with a homeless guy while Chris gave us his best naughty pout. Werk it.
I was back at home and in bed my 11pm.
The next day, the girl who does the rehab on my arm asked what I did the previous night, I was so excited to tell her I had some "straight" normal thing to do like “going to a Padres game”. I find it difficult to discuss the jack-off video I had filmed the night before. It's just not polite conversation, though I don't see why not.
She replied back, “Oh that sounds like fun, who were they playing?”
“Uh..um, I think they played Lance Armstrong last night. It was fun!” Phew! That was a quick recovery!
OK..SERIOUSLY, Now back to reality!
This last weekend was Pride in San Diego.
Pride is a much bigger deal here than it is in little 'ole Austin, though everyone here kind of treats it with casual disdain- yet they usually attend at least some of the functions.
Chris had our Saturday all mapped out.
We got up early and Chris had his drink on by 8:30am. We went over to a pre-party fundraiser (20 bucks to get in) and by 11am, the place was pretty busy.
I kind of nagged Chris to go over and see the parade. Anyone who has read my journal over the years, knows that I think parades are just plain weird, so I have know idea why I wanted to go see it. Perhaps I wanted to see if they were any better in the big city. Nope, still kind of cheesy and mystifying to me.
The turnout was spectacular though. For every one friend I knew that said that they were going to the parade, I had three that said they were “Over it” and were only doing the parties or other events. So what amazed me, was the thousands and thousands of people that attended it! The city must have been inundated to the brim with gay people!
The number of people was seriously astounding. Ironically, there were only about a dozen protesters this year. The number was tiny and well, insignificant, matching the number of protesters that we would see in Austin. I guess it's a losing battle when you look at the shear number of happy gay people out celebrating. Yippy!
Here is a little video and audio from the parade. It's not much, but honestly I only stayed for the parade for a couple minutes before Jack and Box beckoned and we all stood in line for greasy burgers.
After the parade, everyone follows it to the festival. It was hot, and lines were long, but mostly we were all kinds of bored.
Once in the festival, Chris and I decided to sit in the shade of big tree just outside of the beer garden. The location had a nice ocean breeze coming our way. We “centralized” our location, and lots of friends would wander by and say “hi” and this worked better than us milling around in a circle and not seeing anyone.
Chris had been drinking steadily since the morning, and he ran out of steam. He took a little nap right there. I was tempted to wander off and wait at a distance for him to wake up and watch him as he found himself alone in the festival but I didn't have the heart to be so cruel.
We finally beat it out of there about 4pm. Chris headed back home for a proper nap and shower, and I thought that sounded good, so I drove all the way back home to at least get a shower before my next thang.
The next segment takes a little explaining.
About fifteen years ago, I used go out to a bar in Austin called the Boathouse. I had lots of friends, and there was this guy named Mark who hung around with another group of friends. I remember seeing him at parties and stuff.
He moved to New York long ago, and about the time Mark Allen and I were doing the cyber-dating thing, he discovered my site and journal. We have corresponded on and off over the years, and I remembered who he was right away after seeing a photo.
His lesbian sister lives here in San Diego, and Mark has sending me little bits of information on what was fun to do here in SD.
Anyway, he was coming out here for Pride, and his sister and her partner were having an after-Pride party. Mark invited me over so that we could finally properly meet and also meet his sister, thereby, making some more friends in San Diego.
They live over in North Park in this amazing house that has been fully restored and modernized. The back deck was perfect, and Aleta is an excellent cook. Mark and Aleta actually grew up in Houston, and the theme for the food was Southwestern. I was in Heaven FINALLY eating some authentic Tex-Mex/Southwestern style food that I have been craving since being in San Diego. Aleta's partner, Lavon, was entertaining, and I enjoyed talking with her.
After we ate, a handful of us decided to break in the hot-tub, and Mark let me borrow some board shorts.
It was an amazingly relaxing evening- what with the cool summer evening air, the beautiful deck, and fun interesting people to chat with- I really relaxed.
Mark and I snapped a picture just before heading out. I think we are gonna go to dinner on Wednesday.
That's about it.
The only thing I have to cover are the shoots I did.
I did a shoot with Brian, and OH MY GOD, is he friggen hot! Yep, it was a non-nude, but this boy has got an awesome smile and I hope to work with him more. His boyfriend Dave is coming in for photos this Tuesday, and they said they would be down with doing some nice romantical shots, so I am eager to pair them up.
Next, I worked with Ernesto. We did some stock image shots, and went through a basic shoot. He thinks he might come back and do some nudes, so I am hopeful that will pan out. Another amazing body and smile on this one! He is a straight boy, and wanted to come check me out first, I think.
I worked with Dominic also. He was actually scheduled to do nudes, but he talked to his girlfriend, who really was not cool with it. He also does promotions for a drink manufacturer, and they apparently aren't cool with their representative doing nudes also. So it was a double whammy against the nudes. He is downright adorable, and is actually eager to show off his business. I find guys that are so quick to say “yes” to a nude shoot are usually pretty confident in the endowment department, so it was just cruel to not get nudes of him.
But who knows, he may come back after finishing his promotional gig.
Finally, I shot a video on Friday evening. It went well, but I really need to get more vids shot before I can go with a recurring format.
So my goal for the next three weeks is to find some dang blasted guys to take all their clothes off!
If ya know any hotties, send em my way!
That's about it..see ya soon!
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