Bad Boys on the Hudson, and Elsewhere
Jul. 11th, 2006 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fr_defenestratooh. my. fucking. god. i just spent 30 minutes typing up a weekend report, only to have fucking LIveJournal eat it--because i clicked on the "allow pop-ups" toolbar in order to modify a hyperlink. oh. my. fucking. god.
so anyway: a fairly eventful weekend. précis: visit with Pinks, shoppingshoppingshopping; collapse; naked boys in DC; naked boys in NYC.
had a brief visit with peregrin8and the Pinks saturday morning; Ms Pink the Elder blamed me in jest--a dire jest, to be sure, but still jest a jest--for her current marital woes (as in introduced her husband and her to each other, some 21 years ago); Ms Pink the Younger taught me some basic gimp lanyard (aka boondoggle, apparently) trix. the womenfolk went of brunchward and thence to the National Zu whilst i metroed up the red line to Friendship Heights; hit Hechts to scope out some luggage, and although they are going out of business and the store's stock is scarily depleted, the one piece of luggage i was interested in turned out (upon lugging it to a checkout counter) to be $500, discounted 40 percent to $300. oops. across the street to Linens 'n' Things, where i bought a bathroom scale (the first i have ever personally owned, purchased explicitly to chart the steady increase in my cat's enormity as well as my own--TInker is up a pound from his vet visit 2 mos. ago where the vet beseeched me to put him on a diet; and at 172 i'm real close to my heaviest weight ever); also some schtuff for my work kitchen (i find corporate kitchens and empty cupboard so depressing, so i'm trying to make mine more homey); a couple new oven mitts, and some tealights. with this booty in my wheely cart i hiked down the road apiece to Tenleytown, where i found that the Whole Paycheck did not stock the fig and hazelnut spread that i usually buy at the P St. Whole Paycheck (and which i need to make bread for Gourmet Camping this weekend; but they do have a wider selection of Bob's Red Mill gluten-free products) and where the astonishingly inaptly named Best Buy had almost nothing on my list (i suspect i really want an Office Despot).
from there a short metro hop back to cleveland park and the Petco, where i stock up on kitty supplies for a couple months: ginormobag of kibble; three cases of cans (all Iams; my vet says pretty much all commercially popular cat foods are "junk food"), 60 lbs of litter, and a new scratching post (or rather, shredding post: Tinker in particular tears these up like newspaper. the first one i bought was all carpet-covered, and resulted in balls of carpet fluff being strewn all over the house; since then i've switched to rope-covered posts... he still tears these up, but at least they don't turn into tumbleweeds). then i lug all the stuff down to the Zu and down Olmsted Way looking for the Pinks andperegrin8. a cell phone call connects us and we hang out a while waiting for Katie and Dave and clan to appear (and my goommess what a beautiful brace of chilluns have they!). but this bunch was headed directly from Zu to dinner at Lebanese Ta(v/b)erna, and besides having a world of consumer goods to lug home, i stank rather more than is appropriate for restaurant-going, having declined to shower just to run errands and then having run those errands largely in the balmy.
so home went i, unpacked the dry goods, and headed directly back out with the wheely cart for grockeries. after that trip, i was spent: fairly passed out, which, hélas! preempted more Pink visitation time, as the late nite agenda was naked boys dancing at Wet withmaestro_live and sunday was all about Bad Boys on the Hudson. i hadnae previously been to a Bad Boys event proper, but i've attended Will Clark's Post-Grabby Award Porno Brunch in Chicago for several years running; and when i found out the NYC event was only $25 and that i could further get to and from NYC on the Chinatown bus for $35, i had to go. so it was a 3.5-hour party (1 hour at the dock and 2.5 actually boating around the Hudson) with buffet dinner, gaydivadiscomusic and dancing, naked porn stars and other gogo boys, and hideously overpriced drinks (OMG $7 Coronas). i took lots of pics and will psot some soon. i talked for a bit with Manuel Torress, whose hotness in his porno videos does not even approximate his sheer physical presence; and with Spike, whom i first met at Mardi Gras in 2000 before I knew he was a porn star. he came out to dance at Parade and pretty promptly put his dick in my mouth, shortly followed by his ass. it was only a couple months later when i started seeing him in Chi Chi La Rue videos that i realized who he was.
the ride home was uneventful (read: my middling-cute neighbor did not give me a handjob. for the record, that only happens on aeroplanes).
and, oh yes: i did smoke this weekend, too--but whereas the weekend before at Dance & Lelinda's place i smoked maybe 30 cigarettes between Friday and Sunday, this time i smoked about 10 between late Saturday night and Sunday night. hell, even if this "smoking only on weekends" stage of cessation lasts months, i'm still much better off than before, knowing that i really can just plain not smoke during the work week.
peregrin8and the Pinks saturday morning; Ms Pink the Elder blamed me in jest--a dire jest, to be sure, but still jest a jest--for her current marital woes (as in introduced her husband and her to each other, some 21 years ago); Ms Pink the Younger taught me some basic gimp lanyard (aka boondoggle, apparently) trix. the womenfolk went of brunchward and thence to the National Zu whilst i metroed up the red line to Friendship Heights; hit Hechts to scope out some luggage, and although they are going out of business and the store's stock is scarily depleted, the one piece of luggage i was interested in turned out (upon lugging it to a checkout counter) to be $500, discounted 40 percent to $300. oops. across the street to Linens 'n' Things, where i bought a bathroom scale (the first i have ever personally owned, purchased explicitly to chart the steady increase in my cat's enormity as well as my own--TInker is up a pound from his vet visit 2 mos. ago where the vet beseeched me to put him on a diet; and at 172 i'm real close to my heaviest weight ever); also some schtuff for my work kitchen (i find corporate kitchens and empty cupboard so depressing, so i'm trying to make mine more homey); a couple new oven mitts, and some tealights. with this booty in my wheely cart i hiked down the road apiece to Tenleytown, where i found that the Whole Paycheck did not stock the fig and hazelnut spread that i usually buy at the P St. Whole Paycheck (and which i need to make bread for Gourmet Camping this weekend; but they do have a wider selection of Bob's Red Mill gluten-free products) and where the astonishingly inaptly named Best Buy had almost nothing on my list (i suspect i really want an Office Despot).from there a short metro hop back to cleveland park and the Petco, where i stock up on kitty supplies for a couple months: ginormobag of kibble; three cases of cans (all Iams; my vet says pretty much all commercially popular cat foods are "junk food"), 60 lbs of litter, and a new scratching post (or rather, shredding post: Tinker in particular tears these up like newspaper. the first one i bought was all carpet-covered, and resulted in balls of carpet fluff being strewn all over the house; since then i've switched to rope-covered posts... he still tears these up, but at least they don't turn into tumbleweeds). then i lug all the stuff down to the Zu and down Olmsted Way looking for the Pinks and
peregrin8. a cell phone call connects us and we hang out a while waiting for Katie and Dave and clan to appear (and my goommess what a beautiful brace of chilluns have they!). but this bunch was headed directly from Zu to dinner at Lebanese Ta(v/b)erna, and besides having a world of consumer goods to lug home, i stank rather more than is appropriate for restaurant-going, having declined to shower just to run errands and then having run those errands largely in the balmy.so home went i, unpacked the dry goods, and headed directly back out with the wheely cart for grockeries. after that trip, i was spent: fairly passed out, which, hélas! preempted more Pink visitation time, as the late nite agenda was naked boys dancing at Wet with
maestro_live and sunday was all about Bad Boys on the Hudson. i hadnae previously been to a Bad Boys event proper, but i've attended Will Clark's Post-Grabby Award Porno Brunch in Chicago for several years running; and when i found out the NYC event was only $25 and that i could further get to and from NYC on the Chinatown bus for $35, i had to go. so it was a 3.5-hour party (1 hour at the dock and 2.5 actually boating around the Hudson) with buffet dinner, gaydivadiscomusic and dancing, naked porn stars and other gogo boys, and hideously overpriced drinks (OMG $7 Coronas). i took lots of pics and will psot some soon. i talked for a bit with Manuel Torress, whose hotness in his porno videos does not even approximate his sheer physical presence; and with Spike, whom i first met at Mardi Gras in 2000 before I knew he was a porn star. he came out to dance at Parade and pretty promptly put his dick in my mouth, shortly followed by his ass. it was only a couple months later when i started seeing him in Chi Chi La Rue videos that i realized who he was.the ride home was uneventful (read: my middling-cute neighbor did not give me a handjob. for the record, that only happens on aeroplanes).
and, oh yes: i did smoke this weekend, too--but whereas the weekend before at Dance & Lelinda's place i smoked maybe 30 cigarettes between Friday and Sunday, this time i smoked about 10 between late Saturday night and Sunday night. hell, even if this "smoking only on weekends" stage of cessation lasts months, i'm still much better off than before, knowing that i really can just plain not smoke during the work week.
