After a while, life was GOOD. I was watching the tele while floating on narctics, muscle relaxers, and anit-inflammatories. I got up to go to the kitchen to get a drink of water and promptly slammed my foot into the doorframe. OWWWIEEEEE! When I say slammed, I mean SLAMMED. I hit hard enough that I broke one toe and severely bruised the bone just behind the joint. Unfortunately, there was nothing the doctor could do. He wanted me to wear a surgical shoe for a few weeks, but, come on. I may not have that much fashion sense, but I'm certainly not going to wear a shoe that will make me look dorkier than I already am.
ANYWAY, I didn't let that slow me down. After being in the photo lab all day Thursday, I head for my favorite watering hole. Once there, I grab a spot at the bar and begin to work on Kyle, one of my favorite bartenders, according to David's Rule #1: Hot bartenders (male or female) are there to be flirted with and ogled at. After all, you can't do anything else to 'em, er, with them. And, considering I was feeling pretty flirty that night, I had a real good time.
At least, I must've had a good time according to the voice memo I found on my mobile. Let's see, how does it go? "There he was, standing with his legs straddled and OH MY GOD! SO FUCKING HOT! SO SEXY! I so want to have him do me!" Um, OK. I do remember him putting a bottle between his legs and bracing it that way so that he could open it. WOW! The image that came to my mind was... WOW! I think the description is way to pornographic for a blog.
I also learned that enough Long Islands will kill almost any pain.
Friday comes around and I'm supposed to go clubbing with my friend Helene. But NOOOO, she's sick. She dudn't want to go anywhere. Um, hello! I have a broken foot and I'm still going dancing. Severity of the situation: slight head cold or broken bone? Hmmm, I think I get to win on the whining front.
So that put me in a right rotten mood, so, since I was all dressed up with no place to go, I decided to go out anyway. I totally ignored David's Rule #2: Never drink when you're in a violent bad mood. To make a long story short, I now have David's Rule #3: Never go out drinking alone. You'll end up either picking up bar/street trash, or you'll become bar/street trash.
I get to the bar and neither Kyle nor Howie was working. Jon (another hottie I don't know that well) was working the tables so all I got was the occasional glimpse of his dark brooding eyes. But that's beside the point. I had about 5 rum & cokes in 3 hours and then decided to head home. On the way, around Havana's, I bump into this guy named Danny. He's trying to bum a cigarette off me, but since I don't smoke, we decide to head into Havana's for a drink. Now I'm up to 6 rum & cokes in 3.5 hours. Can we say "overkill"?
To make a long story short, we bar hopped, we ran around while he got his act together, then we headed over to my place for what I was hoping was some really hot, sweaty, monkey sex. NOT. He's not gay, he's bi. And he didn't want me to do a lot of things that would've rocked his world. And mine, for that matter. At least one of us was able to get off (uh, me!).
Eventually, his need for a cig overcame his need to get off, so I took him back to the short north and dropped him off. So disappointing. Hence, the whole reason for not picking up street / bar trash. I might add a thing about bi boys / guys who are "sensitive" about the more fun stuff of pure, hot, rowdy, gay sex. Now for David's Rule #4: Be sure the guy really wants gay sex, not just a quick blow job.
Now we are at Saturday and, after Friday night, I decide I have to get outta the city and back to my roots. I gather up my photog equipment and head down to Hocking Hills. I took some excedrin and popped some anti-inflammatories. It's probably the only reason I was able to hike around all day getting pictures. Unfortunately, a lot of the pics came out blurry. Since the light level was soooo low I had to use a slow shutter speed. Therefore, any shaking from my hand would be picked up by the camera, resulting in a blurry pic. DMAN! About 1/2 of them are blurry. Still, I do have a lot of good pics for class.
Once I get back to the city, I head to the USVC for dinner, drinks, and to watch the Buckeye's lose. Following Rule #1 (above) I flirted heavily with my other favorite bartender, Howie. When he was too busy to be ogled at, I chatted up the lesbian couple sitting next to me. Since I was so not wanting the usualy drinks, Howie mixed up something called a Beefeater (MMMMM for both the drink and the imagery it conjures).
I ended up having 5 of those that night. I'm not sure who bought the last one, tho. I know I didn't pay for it, the lesbians didn't pay for it, Howie didn't pay for it (I don't think).... Hmmm, wonder which one of the hotties at the bar bought it for me. Because, there were a lot of cuties hanging around.
I finally went home and crashed. More to the point, I actually passed out. It's been a long time since I passed out from drinking too much (like 15 years). I woke up at about 3:30 or 4:30 (not sure which) to find the TV going full blast. The movie "Godzilla vs. Hedorah" was playing, which was just WEIRD. I had read about it on this other student's blog. OK, that's just too weird.
Finally, we make it to Sunday. Nothing much happening now. Catching up on work and browsing the web. I downloaded this cute photo:
Since the grays were too uniform, I tried my hand at adjusting the photo manually. I added more contrast and changed the lighting a little to get this:
Yeah, I know, you can't see the face as well as befire, probably why it was so light originally. However, the second photograph has much more detail. Guess all the photog classes are paying off after all! Just wish the resolution were a little better, but I don't have the original to play around with. Oh, and if you know who this guy is, tell him he's a great subject.
Well, now that I have this photo thing down pat, so to speak, it'll be easier to post some of my favorite pictures that I have done recently.
Ciao, tutti!
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