Nearing the end of a pretty decent weekend...

Thursday nite, I went to 80s Nite at the Shim Sham for the first time. It was a heck of a lot of fun. But, I can't imagine doing it on a regular basis. 80s music is so there been there done that. Seemed like everyone I know in New Orleans happened to be there that nite. My one big ex was there, drunk off his ass. But, it seemed like everyone was drunk off their asses that night, myself included. Perhaps something to do with the unusually oppressive humidity that night.

I managed to totally freak out one out of town visiting guy by walking up to him and asking him if his name was Patric King. But... gee, if you have an website and blog with pictures of yourself and talk a bit on it about your visit to New Orleans, I don't really think this should surprise you...

For some reason that I don't exactly remember, in response to a jesting insult, Jonno poured a good third of his drink down the front of my shirt.

Evidently I made out with someone that I should not have made out with. Especially in public. Especially since, despite liking the guy, I normally really wouldn't wanna kiss him...

Hmmm... and before I even got out that nite, I had the streetcar incident. I was waiting for the streetcar at St Charles & Josephine and sweating profusely earlier that evening, when I realized I needed a quarter for the ride. So, I went to Igors to get change. On the way back, I noticed a cute guy sitting in a car which a chick was getting out of in front of the hotel on the corner. I give him the onceover, he gives it back to me. I stumble a bit in the street, caught off guard. Back to the stop...

The car sits there a while. His friend and he stare at me for a bit. I glance back occasionally, smiling because I can't help it. Finally, they leave. And make a U-turn. Staring, smiling. They go down St Charles a block. Another U-turn. More staring, more smiles. Repeat circle one more time. By this point, other people at the stop are noticing, I'm sure. The end of the final circuit comes when the streetcar pulls up. They simultaneously pull up in the car across the street. Streetcar doors open. Other people get on. They're in the car motioning for me to come over to them. Decision time...

A short time later I'm having ice water at the Quarter Scene while my two new friends have a light dinner. One of them seems to like me... Of course, the waiter at the QS has to be a gay boy who once told me that I was older than his father... one of the more traumatic moments of my adult life...

So, dinner, conversation and they drop me off at the Shim Sham. More later, I'm sure.

After the Shim Sham, I stumbled to Oz to meet the 21 year old hottie. We arrive simultaneously. We dance. We dance more. We depart eventually. Despite both of us knowing better, making out begins at the red lights on the way home. And that's a singular home. Snuggle time. That's all, mostly...

I manage to make it through a morose day at work Friday, late shift.

Saturday, I goof around, bike to the park, read in the park, have tea and a bagel at the Rue. It's a beautiful day for riding my bike. The way to Audubon park is hot, humid, moisty and muggy. Once you reach the point where you're completely saturated with sweat, the breezes feel amazing. Sitting, reading at the park, it doesn't seem nearly so hot.

The way back turns dark and blustery with the threat of rain. The garden district is really beautiful when the sun is blotted out and the wind is weaving thru the treetops. Little whirlwinds of crepe myrtle blossoms and small brown leaves swirl in the streets making me happy beyond belief. This is absolutely my favorite kind of weather. There's something quite lovely but a bit sinister about it...

Saturday night, i go to a swell dinner party. Perfectly casual and a great diverse mix of people. Care went into party and it shows and it paid off pleasantly.

I attempt to go out dancing, but I meet up with Oz's new cover charge. I will NOT pay $10 to go into that bar. Bleh.

Now it's a nice lazy Sunday... me happy mostly...