final daze

I'm very sad at the moment. No, it's not because I left my job, a great city and the best friends a queer could have. That's not it. It's because one of my dear friends, Kira, informed me that there is ANOTHER BLOG, that isn't mine, that's called Guadalablogga (please note the additional "g"). I feel like I just arrived to a party loaded with hot single gay potential husbands only to run into some skinny bitch wearing the same dress as me. I also feel that the extra "g" is more phonically correct which can only mean the skinny bitch looks better in the dress.

I read the other blog and although the name is similar, the content is extremely different. Therefore, I'm keeping the name.

Ok, let's continue on my second self discovery journey....

I lied in the beginning when I said I wasn't sad about leaving my friends. I miss them so much I want to die. My ears haven't even popped from the descending plane and I already miss them ALL so much.

I had several good BI parties and below is a lil guide I put together for a quick run down of all the high/low lights.

A Rent-A-Center BI
Originally my work planned to picnic on the roof but settled for lunch in the conference room.

HI: food from Golden Era and getting trendy/expensive suntan lotion
LO: coworkers demanding I make a speech on the spot

Sweet Escape
For the official good BI party kickoff, I had a picnic in Dolores Park. Every single guest arrived way late but the party turned out to be a huge success nonetheless!

HI: everyone who i wanted to see was there, the "memory cookies" laura made (cookies with personal messages on it, such as "scabies" and "dead bitch"), and the egg race that emily organized.
LO: ex bf's friends' "coincidentally" showed up and ate all my expensive cheese and deviled eggs and losing to young in the egg race.

Sweet Escape After Party at the Pilsner
What happened AFTER the Sweet Escape Party...

HI: sitting on greggorz lap
LO: getting my picture taken while having a really bright red face

80's nite!
Since the day I met him, Allister was always trying to guilt trip me into going to 80's night at the Bar On Castro. I rejected his offer each time because baby char doesn't go out on "school nights".

(PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS JUST A RANDOM PICTURE AND NOT FROM 80'S NIGHT)
HI: great 80's music that gave me flashbacks of a more innocent life, watching kris hookup in the bathroom
LO: a greg and pooh bear sandwich

Psychic Diner Game (PDG) Party
A LV tradition that unfolds the secrets of the future. I hate Mel's on Van Ness but for the Psychic Diner Game to work, the participates must be in a diner. San Francisco limits our diner choices so Mel's it was. Much like the hips of Shakira, the PDG NEVER lies.

HI: young writing a secret message to me on the bathroom wall, knowing the future
LO: arriving to the diner with no money for the taxi

That's it! Now I'm back home in suburban PA taking comfort in the hot barely legal guys that San Francisco lacks!