oh boy, last night was a trip.
We went to Buca Di Beppo and did some serious food eatin'. It was mmm mmm good. It was very loud and rowdy in there which was a good thing. There was one group of people that were stupid though. They were all standing up and "mingling" amongst themselves. They were all in their little groups scattered all over the dining area having their conversations and holding their Sierra Nevada's and being the totally uncool 30 something hipsters that they were. They should have done that down at the freakin' bar where uncool hipster behavior is expected.
There was a loud rambunctious group next to us too. They were at least entertaining though. It was a group of young filipino peepz who gleefully screamed and hollered at every opportunity that presented itself. The biggest cheer came out of them when one of their friends arrived late. He was a white boy, the only non-filipino in the group. I didn't understand what was so special about the white boy. Then a little later another straggler joined the dinner late. This time is was a short filipino chick who had her biznoobies all poppin' out of her very low cut, tight dress thingy. While the filipino group did not cheer for her entrance I made sure to give her a standing ovation.
So after dinner we made our way to Icky Wicky's pad up in the Castro. It was a very nice house. It was a very mellow get together. In fact it was dead quiet when we arrived. I think my group made more noise going up the stairs than had been made the whole night. The group that was already there was a mix of flames and bears. They were all hella cool, but definitely not the loud type.
Icky Wicky busted out a bottle of absinthe. A "real" bottle, not something made in Poocake's bathtub. The brand was actually Versinthe and it made my tongue go numb after the first drink. I didn't hallucinate though, I don't think. I was definitely not drunk though, it was different. Icky Wicky had an even better bottle of Absente but he didn't want to open it. Now if he had shown me a bottle of 100% real Logan Fils absinthe I would have gone crazy, snatched the bottle from his hands, and guzzled it down to enjoy all the wonderful hallucinations that would be sure to come.
There were no hallucinations to be had though so my posse mainly kicked it and mingled with the very subdued gay posse. Of course my friends couldn't stay chilly chill for long and started to get the gays all riled up. I had been carrying my newly acquired pr0n with me, still wrapped in the San Francisco Chronicle. So my friends started telling everyone that i had PORN on me. Not only that, but they were telling the gay dudes that is was a video I made of myself while down in Cabo. The gay dudes came to life! They demanded that I put one of the tapes in the VCR so they could check out my sweet sweet bootay.
I tried to tell them that my sweet sweet bootay was not on the tapes but they wouldn't listen so I popped one of them in and they were soon treated to Girls Gone Wild Deluxe. They were very disappointed at the sight of titties, ass, and bush. No wieners to be seen. They immediately reverted back to quiet sophisticated mode and the tape had to be stopped. It was pretty much out que to get the hell out so we did.
This morning I woke up and took pictures of my late bday present. Here is a link documenting the official opening of my porno birthday gift:
*oh, shit i forgot to tell you about the crazy dream I had last night! So there I was just sitting there kind of out in some public place. It was very metropolitan. It kind of reminded me of this plaza in Denver that has little shops and stuff. Anyway it was completely deserted, no one around. Then all of a sudden Robert Palmer shows up. He has a bass guitar with him and he starts teaching me how to play. He was getting very technical too. I don't know how that happened because I don't know a damn thing about bass guitar so how my brain could dream this I just don't have a clue. So then he teaches me a few dance moves that you can do while playing the bass guitar. After I got the hang of it we started jamming. It was totally cool to spend day with Robert Palmer learning how to play bass guitar and shake my booty. I wonder if the absinthe had anything to do with that dream?
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