Working on Sundays is good for the soul

It’s Sunday and I’m back in the office. I had to come into work this morning so I could fill in for someone from another department who has taken the day off. The upside to working on this Sunday afternoon is the ability of having the upcoming Wednesday off. It worked out perfectly as I will be heading up to Los Angeles on Tuesday night to spend Halloween with Lady E and Woods… with a hope of causing some trouble with Blink and Army as well. We shall see.

I spent my yesterday with Sad Girl, Dirty Des, Wee, Lady E and Woods. Sad Girl, Dirty Des and Wee were in LA for Monster Massive which I was originally supposed to attend but bailed at the last minute thanks to horrible reviews via text messages from Sad Girl and Army.

Since skipping out of Monster Massive, Woods and I decided to take our gay asses over to Mario Diaz’s Hot Dog for some sleazy fun. Well, it wasn’t so sleazy as the shirtless WeHo fags have fully taken over the club. I used to love Hot Dog when it was held over at The Parlour Club – just down the street. Regardless of the over processed faces, I had a good time watching the go-go dancers show off. One in particular had quite a large appendage that he was very proud of. And rightly so for that matter. I think Woods wanted to measure it… with his mouth.

Another one of go-go dancers sat & chatted with us for a while at our table in the backroom. After he expressed a few thoughts, I remember he was the one that Woods attempted to rim months back at DELUXE. Maybe he remembered Woods and wanted a private session. Either way, it was nice to have a random stranger sit down and talk to us while we tried our best to down the Stoli Tequila and 7 concoctions. Yak.

Back to the girls, I took them on a Whip tour of Los Angeles since I have never had the pleasure of showing them my future home prior to this trip. We invaded Roscoe’s Chicken N Waffles, Hollywood Costumes, JetRag, Thai Karaoke, and a portion of West Hollywood. Those places were lackluster compared to what I consider the icing on the cake which was served to us compliments of Army – who is working on a new show for Bravo.

Army called me on Friday night informing me that they needed chic individuals who were 25 years & older to, well in a nutshell, hang out and have a good time while being exploited for reality television. “Where do we sign up?!” was my response. How could you not pass up a chance to devour Wolfgang Puck made hors d'oeuvres and gulp down Bacardi Limon Mojitos free of charge? Exactly. It made for a great afternoon actually. Sad Girl & Dirty Des got interviewed by the camera crew, Wee got wheelchair’d, Woods snapped up the Tuna Tar Tar, and I got wasted. Lovely, completely lovely.

Now I just have to get through today. And so far, it’s not so good – mainly because my lack of sleep. And also because my annoyance with this place is reaching record levels. That isn’t so cute. Maybe I’ll hit up the adult bookstore after I leave the office for a post-work wank/show off session. That always makes the day a little brighter.