The night after

Ever had one of those days when you had fun the night before and were still buzzing with it the next day? That's me, today. Actually, tonight. 24 hours after I get home from a night of Long Islands at the Union Station and I still feel slightly drunk. I mean, come on. I only drank 2 Smirnoff Ices tonight (at home) and that about tipped me over the edge. Guess my liver isn't too happy with me at the moment.

Call me out on this, but isn't there an unwritten law that hot bartenders at gay bars are supposed to wear shorts and t-shirts to show off their hot bods??? Well, Howie (the sexy one) behaved himself last night and wore a pair of shorts that showed his legs and ass to perfection. Gotta love Howie. He's got that dark, curly hair that I would just love to run my hands thru. Mmmmm! Kyle (the bartender that just exudes SEX), on the other hand, broke the law. He actually wore jeans! (gasp!!!) And they were the most unflattering pair of jeans I've ever seen. They did absolutely nothing for his ass(ets). When I called him on it, his excuse was "it's getting cooler out lately". Hmmm, if you're that chilly come over here, I know I can keep ya warm.

Still, I have to admit, I had a great time undressing him in my mind. I wonder if Kyle looks as good without clothes as he does with clothes? But I wander... I was going to reiterate (just for my friends and my new readers) that I love Howie to death and would do him in a heartbeat. BUT, I would let Kyle do my in the middle of the bar with everyone looking on. Y'all didn't know I was such an exhibitionistic slut, did ya?

Damn, starting to speak hick again. Gotta lay off the hooch tomorrow night when I go clubbing. Can't be doing this on Sunday when I go to the photo lab to do more prints.

I think I mentioned previously that I had processed my film for my Art 400 class on Moanday. Well, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were all dedicated to producing contact sheets and various types of prints. They are f*ing AWESOME. I showed Jay, my masseur, what I had so far and he was impressed. According to him, I have an "eye" for the art. Makes me wonder why the hell I'm an English major. Oh, yeah, I remember. The curriculum for an art / photography major was insane. (but I never said that outloud!) Maybe, if I can get my scanner to do what it was designed to, I will post some pics for viewing.

I spent a lot of time today helping Angie (another photography student) get caught up. She was still working on processing her film and hadn't gotten around to making any contact sheets or prints. So, I helped her out until they closed the photo lab and kicked us out. I think there was a problem with the processing of her film because we couldn't get the contact sheets to come clean (er, not too light or dark). We made 3, but she is going to have to go to Colleen and have her take a look at them.

I've been spending the last few days reading the Chad Fox blog, trying to get an idea of what blogging is really like. I have to say, this guy is a BLAST to read. If you've ever wondered what gay life in San Francisco is like (or could be like, if you were THE Chad Fox) when you have ADD (the adult kind) and thing for photography and blogging, then this is the blog for you. I've been reading his post in order, from the earliest to the latest, and I think I am getting an idea what Chad is like. And his blog, too, for that matter.

Chad is an EXCELLENT photographer. He has some images of his friend Daigle that are to drool for. Can't remember where they are, at the moment, but if you take the time to go through the blog you will find them. Chad has also posted an image of his ass (well, half his ass) and a rather pornographic shot of him giving a bj to his (now ex) boyfriend! He's also related some stories of how he lost his underwear at a couple of bars. Very funny! Ah, to be young and hot. Oh, wait, he's only 2 years younger than me. Guess that means I'M YOUNG! WOOHOO!

I have to ask... Do we have a "Trannyshak" here in Columbus? I think that's a bar in the good ol' SF. When I first ran across that name in Chad's blog, it was in relation to a computer failure, so I thought Trannyshak was gayspeak for RadioShak. Y'know, like Homo Depot.

Hmmm, guess it's time for another internet quiz:


You Are The Suave Gay Man


What Type Of Gay Man Are You?
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Once again, if I looked like the stud in the picture, I probably wouldn't be blogging about what I haven't been doing lately. Being gay and single ain't all it's cracked up to be. Mmmmm, crack. They say crack kills, but oh, what a way to go! Pounding and grunting and sweating and...

Sorry, got carried away. But, please, feel free to fantasize! :)

Belli, this kitten is getting tired. If I'm going to have any energy for dancing I'm going to have to hit the sack (alone again, dammit!) soon. 'Sides, I feel myself starting to think in hick again. Guess I need to head back to the hills and get it outta my system again.

Buona notte, tutti! xoxoxoxoxo