But really, does that surprise anyone? So here’s the thing. We were at Urban Mo’s. It tries to be a restaurant but really it’s a big ol’ gay bar. We were there with our gorgeous friends for dinner and drinks. Let’s remember for a moment that Richard and I do not usually (or ever actually) do the gay bar scene. We used to, but ever since that bar manager from Chevy’s in Daly City licked Richard’s nipple in the middle of a bar in Castro and that whole scene happened we tend to keep it low key. Have I ever told that story here? I dunno.. Shel’s been reading forever. Maybe he can comment if he remembers that one. But that, combined with my sordid nightclub past keep me out of those places. Give me dinner and a simple dive bar anytime. Anyhoo, so like I was saying. The ‘going out’ thing is totally stressful for me. First I had to pick an outfit. Not easy since I am slimmer than I have been in a while and all my jeans are like huge. Bad rapper huge. So I shopped. I dressed. I waited for Richard. I changed 2 more times.

Eventually we get there and have a great time. I was going in and out of my ‘queen of the club’ mental space from the old days. It’s amazing how you can walk a certain way and people just move out of the way.. or you can become invisible and get trapped and tripped over. I like to toy with my ‘presence’. It’s an old survival trick I learned from many nights at the old club ‘Spread’ in SF. It’s probably all in my own head tho. I am weird like that. But where was I? This story is making NO sense. Sorry. But yeah, there was this guy who totally grinned every time I passed. Since I was trying to be ‘fun’ I smiled back. I am totally trying to be more social these days. It’s part of something I have been working on… But that’s totally off topic. So I pass, I smile, the whole time sucking in my gut due to my outfit choices. Then Britney came on. I have been wanting to dance to that song FOREVER! Gimme More! So I rushed to the dance floor. My friends followed and I grooved to Gimme More. (That is like the best song to dance to, especially since I haven’t danced in like YEARS. Thanks to Brit, every time you misstep you just stop, look up all dazed and wander around the floor a bit. Then you pick up from nowhere and poorly lip-sync… HILARIOUS!) So after the song was over I suddenly felt overcrowded, hot, and had to be outside IMMEDIATELY. Do you ever get like that? It’s normal for me, but we all know I am a bit off. I like to think it’s a cute ‘quirk’. It was when I was close enough to the door to smell the smoke-free air that this same guy appeared out of nowhere and tried to chat me up. “Hola, hola, hola…”, with a big smile and arms outstretched. I don’t know that it was actual flirting, since I didn’t hang around, but I am assuming so. Either way, I was so amazingly rude. I looked at him, looked away, side stepped to get around him and walked off without even speaking.

I am such a bitch. Now when I was 20 that sort of behavior was one thing. But I am old now. In gay years, even OLDER! I am lucky to have young hispanic hotties say hello to me, let alone flirt.

So yeah. I feel horrible now! I could have at the very least said hello. But I was in a state, and HAD to get outside… I am sorry Hot Friendly Guy! But I am taken anyway, so if you were flirting it would not have gotten anywhere, so maybe it’s for the best after all.

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I was just rudely reminded that, and I quote…

“Twitter is NOT a chat room!”

It’s not? Well, what the hell is it? Sheesh! Settle down…

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Do you not reach Alaska?

I mean.. not to be rude, I was just wondering. I would love a comment from Alaska…

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The past few days off have been torturous in the morning. You see, someone that lives here has devised a new wake up system for me. Poking. And not in the good way. It’s like this. He wakes up, puts on his t-shirt and leaves the room, but on his way out he pokes me. This is to be ‘my cue’ to get up. I hate it. First it’s rude. I mean, ew. Poking? I open my eyes and grunt about how damn rude it is and try to go back to sleep.

Then the rest of the morning I get to hear about how behind I am making us because I didn’t get out of bed upon being poked. WTF? I’d rather just set my alarm…

How are you normally woken up?

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You are out shopping, trying to enjoy the day when all of a sudden you almost walk right into someone from your past that you’d rather not see?? Then you turn away fast, hoping not to be seen, then you look back and see that he’s doing the same thing! How rude!

I hate when that happens…

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As some of you know, I work in retail. At work today some of my associates were venting our “pet peeves” and discussing how to handle the situations better. You know, customers who do not respond when you say hi, or talk on their cellphone while you ring up their purchase, or who make messes and don’t pick it up. For example: a woman yesterday was feeding her baby Cheerios, and the baby was in turn taking them from his mouth and throwing them on the floor. The woman left them there and continued shopping. I got a broom and swept them up in front of her. She then seemed annoyed with me that I was obvious about it!

What really makes me mad though, are the mothers who take their strollers up the escalator. The elevator clearly has directional signs pointing to it, but these lazy women would rather put their child’s safety at risk than walk 30 more feet. We even have the standard signs on the escalator stating PASSENGERS ONLY, NO STROLLERS. It kills me.
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