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fr_defenestrato) wrote2009-02-17 01:32 pm
fr_defenestrato) wrote2009-02-17 01:32 pm
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It was an interesting weekend. Friday night I left the office and headed straight to the Warner Theater, in whose box office I coted the lovely and talented ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
furmuslbulk and his BF, buying tickets for Sunday night's performance of Avenue Q. Rush tickets for Friday's performance were to be sold as of 6 p.m., so at 5:40 I took my place in a line of three (which quickly expanded). Bottom line: after shelling out $80 for a 19th row seat the night before, suddenly I had a third-row (orchestra right) aisle seat for a grand total of $30, no service charges or 'convenience' fees. Pow.
Before the show I strolled a block over to Barnes and Noble and spent up the gift card Maestro gave me for Jeebusmas (Buffy Season 8 Volume 1; Charlie and Chocolate Factory and, for good measure, The Witches; Chabon's latest; and the original cast recording of The Fantasticks, which I havenae owned since vinyl, in my teen age—though I've hardly needed it since I've been pretty much off-book since then). Dallied briefly at Harry's, that crappy, discheveled [sic; the regular spelling is wrong and always has been] tavern on E and 12th Streets, then back to the Warner, where I snuck in line behind Maestro and Fabian and waited for them to realize I was there. They didn't. I had to nudge.
The show was great; the boys liked it, though they fought in their balcony seats over appropriate levels of gregariousness. Maestro and I took a cab after the show to SW to visit Secrets and Ziegfeld's, which had just reopened 90 minutes early after an enforced hiatus of nearly 3 years. (I am, frankly, aghast at the length of its dormancy; I know time flies faster and faster as we age, but it doesn't seem like anywhere near three years since I set foot in a D.C. strip joint.) As we walked the couple blocks toward the new club, we met with scads of weary, disappointed queers who'd given up standing in 'at least a 2-hour line' that was not moving. We turned around, grabbed another taxi, and hit BeBar to hobnob with the young and beautiful and chic.
Saturday morning, email from Liddia L. Trivet saying her GI tract were in no ways up for the previously scheduled dinner with our friend Angie and Angie's new fiancé, but did I want to join them anyway? Sure. I did. Angie looks and seems well, and her man is sweet and adorable. Managed a pescatarian meal at Primi Piatti downtown; they went off for a flamenco show and I went home and rewatched Godfather Parts I and II.
Sunday, slept slovenly late, did nothing worthwhile, headed to Secrets 8:20ish p.m., got to the door 8:50 with maybe 20 people in line ahead of me. So: the newly reopened Ziegfeld's/Secrets is the only male dick joint in town (at least two of its brethren were razed in the same eminent domain theft back in 2006 and havenae found new digs to date). Z/S itself has been threatening to reopen since last Memorial Day weekend... Metro Weekly kept far too infrequent tabs on its progress, whereby the owner would say, 'Sorry it's not ready... DEFINITELY by Fourth of July!' and then 'DEFINITELY by Labor Day!' and so on. Well: Presidents' Day 2009 was the charmed three-day weekend.
I am happy to report the new facility is, without exaggeration, world-class. Suddenly, in one swell foop, Washington, D.C. is home to a drag- and strip-club at least as large, well-appointed, and professional as Swinging Richards in Atlanta, Boardwalk in Fort Lauderdale, or any place in New Orleans, Key West, or San Francisco. (What a shame Chicago doesn't even warrant inclusion on that list anymore.) I know there are smaller, sleazier places in New York and L.A., and I certainly don't meant to disrespect any establishment where you can actually occasionally put a cock in your mouth at the bar; but for 'legit' adult business, this new incarnation of Ziegfeld's/Secrets is just amazing.
Seven nude dancers in sight when I walked in. Seven more at 9:20, and they trade off every 20 minutes until last call. Only one in the entire bunch is positively dehors de my type (too twinkie). Several folks from the old club, including my former model J.R., an endearing lad who's been trying to get through school on his own dime since before the old place closed. Light and sound systems are great. Three bars on the second floor serve too-expensive drinks (rail starts at $5.50), of which I had about twice as many as was good for me. Went home after last call; it is indicative of how drunk I was that I failed to get naked before going to sleep.
Yesterday: almost entirely devoted to design and production of Cheese Lord Jeebusmas Concert CDs (for members and devoted fans). Stymied the whole way by various glitches in software and/or holes in help files. Yes, Googling pointed me toward the solution to my OCR dilemma (ABBYY FineReader); but I never did figure out how to tell CDBurner XP Pro 3 how to NOT insert 2-second silences between audio tracks; and, more infuriatingly, I cannot seem to make MicroSuck Word understand that I want a 9.4' x 4.75" page, landscaped, printed sideways on the page (for the insert booklet). Word keeps telling me my printable column space is far too wide (margins far too small) because I can't convince it I want sideways printing. Yet I know sideways printing is possible. Argh. I went to bed frustrated.
Today is Maestro's birthday! He never stops by LJ anymore, but if you know him, shoot him a birthday email.
furmuslbulk and his BF, buying tickets for Sunday night's performance of Avenue Q. Rush tickets for Friday's performance were to be sold as of 6 p.m., so at 5:40 I took my place in a line of three (which quickly expanded). Bottom line: after shelling out $80 for a 19th row seat the night before, suddenly I had a third-row (orchestra right) aisle seat for a grand total of $30, no service charges or 'convenience' fees. Pow.Before the show I strolled a block over to Barnes and Noble and spent up the gift card Maestro gave me for Jeebusmas (Buffy Season 8 Volume 1; Charlie and Chocolate Factory and, for good measure, The Witches; Chabon's latest; and the original cast recording of The Fantasticks, which I havenae owned since vinyl, in my teen age—though I've hardly needed it since I've been pretty much off-book since then). Dallied briefly at Harry's, that crappy, discheveled [sic; the regular spelling is wrong and always has been] tavern on E and 12th Streets, then back to the Warner, where I snuck in line behind Maestro and Fabian and waited for them to realize I was there. They didn't. I had to nudge.
The show was great; the boys liked it, though they fought in their balcony seats over appropriate levels of gregariousness. Maestro and I took a cab after the show to SW to visit Secrets and Ziegfeld's, which had just reopened 90 minutes early after an enforced hiatus of nearly 3 years. (I am, frankly, aghast at the length of its dormancy; I know time flies faster and faster as we age, but it doesn't seem like anywhere near three years since I set foot in a D.C. strip joint.) As we walked the couple blocks toward the new club, we met with scads of weary, disappointed queers who'd given up standing in 'at least a 2-hour line' that was not moving. We turned around, grabbed another taxi, and hit BeBar to hobnob with the young and beautiful and chic.
Saturday morning, email from Liddia L. Trivet saying her GI tract were in no ways up for the previously scheduled dinner with our friend Angie and Angie's new fiancé, but did I want to join them anyway? Sure. I did. Angie looks and seems well, and her man is sweet and adorable. Managed a pescatarian meal at Primi Piatti downtown; they went off for a flamenco show and I went home and rewatched Godfather Parts I and II.
Sunday, slept slovenly late, did nothing worthwhile, headed to Secrets 8:20ish p.m., got to the door 8:50 with maybe 20 people in line ahead of me. So: the newly reopened Ziegfeld's/Secrets is the only male dick joint in town (at least two of its brethren were razed in the same eminent domain theft back in 2006 and havenae found new digs to date). Z/S itself has been threatening to reopen since last Memorial Day weekend... Metro Weekly kept far too infrequent tabs on its progress, whereby the owner would say, 'Sorry it's not ready... DEFINITELY by Fourth of July!' and then 'DEFINITELY by Labor Day!' and so on. Well: Presidents' Day 2009 was the charmed three-day weekend.
I am happy to report the new facility is, without exaggeration, world-class. Suddenly, in one swell foop, Washington, D.C. is home to a drag- and strip-club at least as large, well-appointed, and professional as Swinging Richards in Atlanta, Boardwalk in Fort Lauderdale, or any place in New Orleans, Key West, or San Francisco. (What a shame Chicago doesn't even warrant inclusion on that list anymore.) I know there are smaller, sleazier places in New York and L.A., and I certainly don't meant to disrespect any establishment where you can actually occasionally put a cock in your mouth at the bar; but for 'legit' adult business, this new incarnation of Ziegfeld's/Secrets is just amazing.
Seven nude dancers in sight when I walked in. Seven more at 9:20, and they trade off every 20 minutes until last call. Only one in the entire bunch is positively dehors de my type (too twinkie). Several folks from the old club, including my former model J.R., an endearing lad who's been trying to get through school on his own dime since before the old place closed. Light and sound systems are great. Three bars on the second floor serve too-expensive drinks (rail starts at $5.50), of which I had about twice as many as was good for me. Went home after last call; it is indicative of how drunk I was that I failed to get naked before going to sleep.
Yesterday: almost entirely devoted to design and production of Cheese Lord Jeebusmas Concert CDs (for members and devoted fans). Stymied the whole way by various glitches in software and/or holes in help files. Yes, Googling pointed me toward the solution to my OCR dilemma (ABBYY FineReader); but I never did figure out how to tell CDBurner XP Pro 3 how to NOT insert 2-second silences between audio tracks; and, more infuriatingly, I cannot seem to make MicroSuck Word understand that I want a 9.4' x 4.75" page, landscaped, printed sideways on the page (for the insert booklet). Word keeps telling me my printable column space is far too wide (margins far too small) because I can't convince it I want sideways printing. Yet I know sideways printing is possible. Argh. I went to bed frustrated.
Today is Maestro's birthday! He never stops by LJ anymore, but if you know him, shoot him a birthday email.