The continental breakfast passed me by while I was still obliviously asnooze.
Last night at Club 708 was considerably more fun than the previous night at Django's, thanks to two factors:
One, a fabulous gang of friends who quickly adopted me, including a couple named Alonzo and Mike (36 and 50 years old, respectively, and both just beautiful) plus an assortment of girlfriends (RGs, a term I was reminded of when I overheard it at pridefest yesterday).
Two, a far more concerted effort at presenting naked, studly African-American males for the delectation of the assembled admirers: 6 or 7 guys in various states of undress, presented on stage with a quieting of the music and verbal announcements, and thereafter wandering around the house getting, shall we say, more intimate with the crowd. Yay yay yay.
The pride parade starts at 1 p.m. I need to get me out and get me fed first.
Last night at Club 708 was considerably more fun than the previous night at Django's, thanks to two factors:
One, a fabulous gang of friends who quickly adopted me, including a couple named Alonzo and Mike (36 and 50 years old, respectively, and both just beautiful) plus an assortment of girlfriends (RGs, a term I was reminded of when I overheard it at pridefest yesterday).
Two, a far more concerted effort at presenting naked, studly African-American males for the delectation of the assembled admirers: 6 or 7 guys in various states of undress, presented on stage with a quieting of the music and verbal announcements, and thereafter wandering around the house getting, shall we say, more intimate with the crowd. Yay yay yay.
The pride parade starts at 1 p.m. I need to get me out and get me fed first.