San Diego Weekend Survival

Mark your calendars. Thanks to Blink’s planned trip, I spend the entire past weekend in San Diego. Yep, it’s true – all the way from Friday through Sunday. I even got myself out to a couple of the homo bars in town. And I didn’t slap anyone! Can you believe it?!

Friday night, I tried to keep it low key as I was anticipating Blink’s arrival on Saturday morning so I hit up Bourbon Street (ack!) with Flipper, Heb and Woods. The four of us could barely handle the thick layer of artificialness that was kept in the air thanks to the Abercrombie & Fitch clones. I had forgotten how vapid those queens were at that bar. Oh what I’m saying… the queens are vapid at all the bars. Regardless, we all reached our tolerance level and escaped the bar around midnight. We decided to head on over to Casa Norte for additional cocktails and drunken conversation about San Diego’s overly touchy gay community. Good times indeed.

Blink came down on Saturday morning from Van Nuys to hang out with me, and to check out the city. I got to provide myself as a tour guide for a little more than 24 hours. He didn’t seem to mind me trekking him all over the gay-borhoods and respective areas. We even made a stop at Blacks Beach so he could check out the hard(less) bodies. Due to the non-summer day, the eye candy was limited. I assured Blink that if he comes back during the summer, there would be A LOT more to look at. Altho I always find something to focus on… and I did that day, in the bushes of course.

Blink broke away from the clutches of my evil grasp soon after a lunch with Woods and I at the old Hamburger Mary’s which is now known as Urban Mo’s. I told him that he needed to come back so I can continue my corruption of his moral values. And that if he didn’t, I would just have to hunt him down when I move up to the Los Angeles area.

I have to say that the weekend was great. I got to hang out with some amazing people – with one in particular that I’ve wanted to hang out with for quite some time now. I hope I didn’t scare any of them away with my displeasing gab, ghetto slang, or promiscuous sexual antics. But then again, aren’t those my best qualities?