My Friday nite out...

After spending the day cleaning, rearranging furniture (it was boring me, i needed better chi, etc etc) and baking grilled eggplant, tomato and basil pizzas, I headed on down to Gay Madness Central, aka the Vieux Carre. I try to dress the opposite of Decadence wear. I wear knee length cut offs, boots and a black t-shirt. And my new tattoo.

I ran into an old acquaintance, Dan who used to live in BR & NO and now lives in Seattle, on the bus to the Quarter. Chatted a bit, caught me up on a few people, includind the unexpected encephalitis caused death of one. Yikes. Suddenly mosquitos look a lot scarier...

Once in the Quarter, I head to 735. Takes forever to get in thanks to the idiot in the booth at the front. And *everyone* has weekend passes. Trudge trudge trudge. *mental note to tell Tom about his employee being a slow idiot*

I hang out with Tracy at the bar for a bit and have a couple drinks, but I'm soon overwhelmed by the circuit style beats and circuit style men and realize that if I don't leave I'm gonna stab my eardrums and eyes out. I'm supposed to meet Dave, Robert and company at the Phoenix's block party anyway. Also supposed to run by the Golden Lantern to see Flynn do a little Hedwig performance.

I detour thru the Pub for a bit. Very crowded. All out of towners. I start to pine for a normal weekend out.

Just out of the Pub, I run into someone I barely know, Fernando. He's introducing me to his friends when I realize one of them, Darren, is a an old Baton Rouge person. In fact, he's the first person (along with TimO) that I did acid with. His parents' yard had very pretty yellow flowers in it. Very pretty. Very very pretty. And their wood panelling in their house had interesting designs in it...

Anyways, I wind up being invited to a party with these people. It's a beatiful old apartment just off Jackson Square. It's a creepy mixture of older fags and young pretty boys. I fit in *so* well. A well stocked bar tho. Nice vodka. I get a phone call and while I'm on it, one of the creepy old guys (who was probably my age or younger) comes over and asks "is that your boyfriend? No, well, come talk to me after. You're just too cute." Riiight. Politeness decrees that I do so tho.

Then after repeatedly telling Darren that I don't wanna get high, I get coerced into smoking on the balcony anyway. A couple of hits later and I can't even begin to tolerate the creepy factor of the party. So, i split.

I'm wondering about the Quarter and Marigny just enjoying the leaves on the trees and feeling quite happy to be in my own little world. Happy stoner boy. Then, just as I'm strolling up to a corner on Elysian Fields, Jonno pops out, followed by and entire entourage of Hedwig groupies and Ms Hedwig herself. I am BEYOND coping with this. :)

I hang with them for a bit and make a few attempts at muddled conversation but I'm just generally disinterested in making conversation. Big surprise there. We make the Phoenix's block party and no sign of Dave and company. And the shear ugliness of the mass of pimply cellulite asses in chaps is overwhelming. Once more, no hot leather daddies. They're a myth. They exist only in porn. Grrr.

I make apologies to Flynn and pretty much ignore the rest of the group and split to walk around and looks at the leaves on the trees some more. Then, it begins... all I can think about is the pizza back home. Eggplant. Basil. Tomatoes. Freshwater mozzarella. There's only one sensible thing to do. Go to the pizza.

But, I decide to walk home. It's a long way, but sometimes I quite enjoy it. Last nite was one of those nites. Along the way, I hear a big black guy tell another big black guy that I'm "one fucked up motherfucker". heh. And this makes me different from 90% of the people on the street in the Quarter at 2 am how exactly? I get more than a couple of 'cute' comments. One guy says to his friends "he's just as cute in that same outfit the second time". That was confusing, since I just cut these pants into shorts the night before...

Home. Pizza. A bit of online flirting. Sleep.

Total tally of money spent this weekend going out so far: $22.

I only spent $9.25 tonite. $1.25 on the bus. Free entry into 735. A $2 tip for a free drink. $6 forced on the bartender for drink #2.

Hmmm... suddenly this has turned into the Warhol Diaries... a sign that I need to end this now...