Weekend recap! I had a blast every day… Listen as I attempt to recount the fun. Meeting with some local Twitterers included:
@gooster
@tenthmuse
@mikeynerd
@slickdome (not quite local)
@richardallen
@wesstone
@danielphillip (me!)

A few photos on Flickr, as well as here on the blog. Cause I blogged the whole thing too. Heh. Friend me, follow me…

UPDATE: It’ll be 11 years for me and Richard. Not 12. Feels like 12 tho.

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So anyhoo, @gooster, @wesstone, @slickdome, @richardallen, @jeffred, @tenthmuse, @mikeynerd, and me @danielphillip were in attendance. And Mo’s was packed. Packed, I tell you! I was poked, prodded, and groped in places not normally groped.. Hellooo! The heat was pretty intense too. All that aside I think a crowd is a good venue to meet new people tho, in case you don’t hit it off and you want to slip away… It could happen! What a great time tho! We all seemed to play nicely together, although it did get a bit wild towards the end. I danced I twirled and posed like a freak to Miley IN PUBLIC! OMG. LOL. And one of my “Apple martinis” was basically a glass of vodka. Cuh-ra-zy! Nothing like booze to make meeting new people less stressful… Kidding! Kinda.

Most importantly I think we made a few new friends, and that was the whole point, right?

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Okay, so just in from the big night out at Mo’s. Totally a blast. My Twitter peeps rock!

I can safely say this because I have met 1/16th of them in person. Okay, maybe not that many… But still, between tonight and the #sdtweetups I have been to I can say that Twitter is my friend yo. More, plus a photo or two tomorrow. Must sleep now.

As a wise woman once said, “Tweet me, twitter me, add me, friend me, follow me, stalk me, love me! Twitter!!”

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Daniel (danielphillip.com) and Richard (richardallen.vox.com) will be @ Urban Mo’s around 9ish. Joining us so far is Joelle (tenth-muse.com), Wes Stone (liveitupthepodcast.com), and Gooster (goostersd.blogspot.com) as well as a few more that haven’t super-confirmed (Jenn of jennifervangrove.com, Fred of jeffred.vox.com). I think the internet might explode. Kidding! But it does look to be a good time. There is no agenda, no set length of time that we’ll all be there (at least 2 hours for Richard and I), but do stop in and say hello if you are inclined…

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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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Well I have to say, Richard’s birthday week is a smashing success. He has been busy every single day! I’d like take all the credit for that, but I cannot. It has been because of some pretty amazing guys we know too. So after the big bash at the Baja Betty’s and Urban Mo’s I thought Richard might have been down for the count. He was throwing up after all… (Alcohol is a very dangerous drug.) However, he was up before me the next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed! I think it was a birthday miracle!

As promised, our friend Captain called about the rollerblading plans we were hatching the night before. Wow! I really had thought all of that would have been lost to multiple hangovers in the group. Not so much, it seems. So we got ourselves ready to rollerblade and do lunch in Coronado. What do you wear for that?! Coronado is a place I like to dress a bit nicer. Nicer than I would to rollerblade! So I had to forgo the do-rag. We ended up skating 11 miles in to Coronado, by way of The Silver Strand. We were against the wind and going up a very slight grade. Those Bloody Marys we had at the Hotel Del were well earned I tell you! The way back was tougher, even though it was with a tail wind and down a slight grade. Well, for me anyways. My feet got all tore up again. Something about that Strand, cause our other skating adventures haven’t blistered me like that. So I was injured. And bitchy. Captain bought me bandages for the way back. It was pretty pathetic, but I survived. It was 22 miles round trip. I made it for about 20, and then my speed-skating partners showed up with the car.

From there we went to the Jamba Juice to replenish our fluids for some grocery shopping. We picked up some things for dinner, including Captain’s charming husband and headed back to our place for some bbq and a movie. Death Becomes Her of course. We like to watch it Rocky Horror style at this point, reciting all the lines and shouting at the screen. Good times!

This morning Richard is at a brunch at Lips with his work peeps. I was thinking of going in to work. I don’t want to though. You see, we are getting ready for this “visit”. There is an unspoken pressure for me to go in on my days off. I plan to go in Tuesday. That puts me at 6 days for the week and 8 days in a row. I feel that, plus the longer hours I’ll be doing on Monday, Tuesday, AND Wednesday is enough. And it is. But my shit had better be READY if I don’t stop in today. I hate this shit!!

Either way, I want to something ‘just the two of us’ to wrap up the festivities. Who knows when he’ll be done at lips though…

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