I could tell you about the guy at the bar Friday night – it was too stereotypical of a situation to be true but it was – this couple comes in and it was obvious sugar daddy young toy couple – the SD was some silver haired goof who spends too much time at the gym trying to compensate for his old age wearing a shirt two sizes too small – and the toy was way too pretty decked in all designer clothes with his nose in the air obviously too good to be anywhere – luckily I didn’t have to serve them all night but as they get ready to leave the pretty boy complains to Steve the lead bartender that there are pits in the olives – The Boy is crying cuz he wasn’t told there are pits in the olives and he bit down on one – My bar manager comes over and discusses it with him further going on and on that he should have been told and that he has dental work could have been damaged - I’m sorry but I just find it fucking funny how dumb stuck up and bitchy people think they can be – its like the guy that came in the night after – these two dudes are sitting at my bar nicely dressed and drinking – nothing new for Mecca – then two very hot sluty dressed women come in – I perk up cuz it was clear these girls where straight – and I don’t ever get straight hot girls at my bar – so apparently these two dudes where waiting for them and I seat them in front of me at my well – I hand the girls cocktail menus which was a mistake cuz I don’t think they could read anything that doesn’t say couture – they order the same drink cuz I think they shared the same brain, two madori and diet cokes or something stupid like that – I talk one of them into getting an appetizer cuz that’s what I do – she ordered the artichoke – I set it down in front of her and she didn’t touch it once – I don’t get it – so they quickly leave and I settle up the tab – get the dudes card and it’s one with the picture on it – the guy in front of me is nicely dressed and clean shaven and the picture is the dude with a trucker hat looking like white trash I had to laugh at the poser – so his friends are waiting at the door and as he’s sighing the slip – he proceeds to tells me about how some guy hit on him in the bathroom – and he’s upset – he tries to explain that he’s cool about the gays and whatnot but this gay came on too aggressively in the bathroom and wouldn’t let up – I’m like dying inside of laughter cuz this dude is unreal – I play the good bartender and tell him what he wants to hear and relate with the guy –he’s just going on and on about it though – and he goes “look I’m from the Marina, obviously…” I’m thinking yah obviously, so you know you’re an asshole but don’t care – he goes on “I know people think marina people are stuck up or whatever but I’m cool with gays, but this guy hit on me way too aggressively and I told him I was straight” then he hits the donkey right on the ass he says “I mean look at the strippers we’re in here with man, you seen them right they’re hot” then he smiles and looks for me to hi five him or something – I cant remember anything else he said after that cuz the laughter in my brain was too loud – the dude finally sighed his slip and went away – it’s almost 7 am now I guess I’ll post this…
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
I hate telling stories.
I don’t know -- it’s 6m and I cant sleep – my options for “things to do” are slim - I already wandered through myspace land and took a stroll through some random blog and made a stop by some cheesy gossip sites – I could read a book but I suck at reading – it’s an ordeal that I just rather avoid – I get too ADD for reading – I like to use the fact the English is my second language and that’s why I suck at it but whatever – I’m a math person not a reading type – so anyway…what to do… - - - tired of movies, the bars are closed, all my friends are asleep, my housemates are sleeping so I must be quiet, I just ate, and there’s tons of shit in my head I gots ta get out…so where to begin – I’m not much of a writer – I suck at telling stories – I like to write more abstract type shit like fucked up poems that I turn into song lyrics later – 
I could tell you about the guy at the bar Friday night – it was too stereotypical of a situation to be true but it was – this couple comes in and it was obvious sugar daddy young toy couple – the SD was some silver haired goof who spends too much time at the gym trying to compensate for his old age wearing a shirt two sizes too small – and the toy was way too pretty decked in all designer clothes with his nose in the air obviously too good to be anywhere – luckily I didn’t have to serve them all night but as they get ready to leave the pretty boy complains to Steve the lead bartender that there are pits in the olives – The Boy is crying cuz he wasn’t told there are pits in the olives and he bit down on one – My bar manager comes over and discusses it with him further going on and on that he should have been told and that he has dental work could have been damaged - I’m sorry but I just find it fucking funny how dumb stuck up and bitchy people think they can be – its like the guy that came in the night after – these two dudes are sitting at my bar nicely dressed and drinking – nothing new for Mecca – then two very hot sluty dressed women come in – I perk up cuz it was clear these girls where straight – and I don’t ever get straight hot girls at my bar – so apparently these two dudes where waiting for them and I seat them in front of me at my well – I hand the girls cocktail menus which was a mistake cuz I don’t think they could read anything that doesn’t say couture – they order the same drink cuz I think they shared the same brain, two madori and diet cokes or something stupid like that – I talk one of them into getting an appetizer cuz that’s what I do – she ordered the artichoke – I set it down in front of her and she didn’t touch it once – I don’t get it – so they quickly leave and I settle up the tab – get the dudes card and it’s one with the picture on it – the guy in front of me is nicely dressed and clean shaven and the picture is the dude with a trucker hat looking like white trash I had to laugh at the poser – so his friends are waiting at the door and as he’s sighing the slip – he proceeds to tells me about how some guy hit on him in the bathroom – and he’s upset – he tries to explain that he’s cool about the gays and whatnot but this gay came on too aggressively in the bathroom and wouldn’t let up – I’m like dying inside of laughter cuz this dude is unreal – I play the good bartender and tell him what he wants to hear and relate with the guy –he’s just going on and on about it though – and he goes “look I’m from the Marina, obviously…” I’m thinking yah obviously, so you know you’re an asshole but don’t care – he goes on “I know people think marina people are stuck up or whatever but I’m cool with gays, but this guy hit on me way too aggressively and I told him I was straight” then he hits the donkey right on the ass he says “I mean look at the strippers we’re in here with man, you seen them right they’re hot” then he smiles and looks for me to hi five him or something – I cant remember anything else he said after that cuz the laughter in my brain was too loud – the dude finally sighed his slip and went away – it’s almost 7 am now I guess I’ll post this…
I could tell you about the guy at the bar Friday night – it was too stereotypical of a situation to be true but it was – this couple comes in and it was obvious sugar daddy young toy couple – the SD was some silver haired goof who spends too much time at the gym trying to compensate for his old age wearing a shirt two sizes too small – and the toy was way too pretty decked in all designer clothes with his nose in the air obviously too good to be anywhere – luckily I didn’t have to serve them all night but as they get ready to leave the pretty boy complains to Steve the lead bartender that there are pits in the olives – The Boy is crying cuz he wasn’t told there are pits in the olives and he bit down on one – My bar manager comes over and discusses it with him further going on and on that he should have been told and that he has dental work could have been damaged - I’m sorry but I just find it fucking funny how dumb stuck up and bitchy people think they can be – its like the guy that came in the night after – these two dudes are sitting at my bar nicely dressed and drinking – nothing new for Mecca – then two very hot sluty dressed women come in – I perk up cuz it was clear these girls where straight – and I don’t ever get straight hot girls at my bar – so apparently these two dudes where waiting for them and I seat them in front of me at my well – I hand the girls cocktail menus which was a mistake cuz I don’t think they could read anything that doesn’t say couture – they order the same drink cuz I think they shared the same brain, two madori and diet cokes or something stupid like that – I talk one of them into getting an appetizer cuz that’s what I do – she ordered the artichoke – I set it down in front of her and she didn’t touch it once – I don’t get it – so they quickly leave and I settle up the tab – get the dudes card and it’s one with the picture on it – the guy in front of me is nicely dressed and clean shaven and the picture is the dude with a trucker hat looking like white trash I had to laugh at the poser – so his friends are waiting at the door and as he’s sighing the slip – he proceeds to tells me about how some guy hit on him in the bathroom – and he’s upset – he tries to explain that he’s cool about the gays and whatnot but this gay came on too aggressively in the bathroom and wouldn’t let up – I’m like dying inside of laughter cuz this dude is unreal – I play the good bartender and tell him what he wants to hear and relate with the guy –he’s just going on and on about it though – and he goes “look I’m from the Marina, obviously…” I’m thinking yah obviously, so you know you’re an asshole but don’t care – he goes on “I know people think marina people are stuck up or whatever but I’m cool with gays, but this guy hit on me way too aggressively and I told him I was straight” then he hits the donkey right on the ass he says “I mean look at the strippers we’re in here with man, you seen them right they’re hot” then he smiles and looks for me to hi five him or something – I cant remember anything else he said after that cuz the laughter in my brain was too loud – the dude finally sighed his slip and went away – it’s almost 7 am now I guess I’ll post this…
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
noth'n to do and nowhere to go
I’m trying to find some continuity for my blog – what is that I am posting and how does it all fit together – But really I guess this blog is an extension of what I am like – Life for me is like salmagundi – a bunch of everything all jumbled together – I
used to think I had A-ADD cuz I never had the patience to stick to one thing and master it – it’s not ADD – I fancy myself more of a "Jack of all trades, master of none, though ofttimes better than master of one" (pardon the cliché) – This is a personality trait of a enneagram seven the type of person that likes to do shit and not worry about a plan - I’m in Sacramento tonight and Fuck is it quite out – I don’t know if I can fall asleep with out the sounds of the wondering wacko screaming profanities into the night or the occasional scream from a late night crowd on its way home – And as I force myself to end this blog in which I had planned to say so much and yet said nothing at all, I had wanted to figure out my ballot for today's vote but….I guess I’ll figure that out at the poll like everyone else – Since I started dating 12 or so years ago, I've been single and looking for like a total of two years all together – I've been in 5 long term relationships and a couple shorties in those ten years and like three times I went from one right to another right into another – I keep just expecting the next is going to find me any day now – I keep meeting wonderful women – I’ll fall in love than it soon passes and I’ll fall for someone new next week – I really don’t like being single but I guess I am just being very picky in my “old” age - My job is getting intense I went from getting no respect to getting way too much and now they want me to work four long shifts a week – Yah I know most people work five but I am not most people – 7am time to fake sleep - goodnight
used to think I had A-ADD cuz I never had the patience to stick to one thing and master it – it’s not ADD – I fancy myself more of a "Jack of all trades, master of none, though ofttimes better than master of one" (pardon the cliché) – This is a personality trait of a enneagram seven the type of person that likes to do shit and not worry about a plan - I’m in Sacramento tonight and Fuck is it quite out – I don’t know if I can fall asleep with out the sounds of the wondering wacko screaming profanities into the night or the occasional scream from a late night crowd on its way home – And as I force myself to end this blog in which I had planned to say so much and yet said nothing at all, I had wanted to figure out my ballot for today's vote but….I guess I’ll figure that out at the poll like everyone else – Since I started dating 12 or so years ago, I've been single and looking for like a total of two years all together – I've been in 5 long term relationships and a couple shorties in those ten years and like three times I went from one right to another right into another – I keep just expecting the next is going to find me any day now – I keep meeting wonderful women – I’ll fall in love than it soon passes and I’ll fall for someone new next week – I really don’t like being single but I guess I am just being very picky in my “old” age - My job is getting intense I went from getting no respect to getting way too much and now they want me to work four long shifts a week – Yah I know most people work five but I am not most people – 7am time to fake sleep - goodnight
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Halloween pictures
So I had to work on Halloween - I missed out on the chaos that is the Castro on Halloween - 300,000 people crowded into the neighborhood - A kind of chaos I usually enjoy a lot -luckily I work at the edge of where they blocked off market street and lots of people came in for predrinks and stayed to avoid the madness -
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
absolutly nothing to do with everything...
There are times in ones life when everything seems so distant - the job you want - the partner you want - the life you want - sometimes it feels like you may never get those things - sometimes it feels like your 
just two steps to achieving it all - I am scared of October - it has always been a month of transition for me - Fall going into Winter - sure we don't have traditional seasons here in SF - but there R noticeable changes - so this year I have stayed in a lot - living a hermits life afraid to live - what would happen to me if I fell into someone's arms tonight - what if I got what I want - the idea is fucking frightening - I am a straight guy who regulars gay bars - why? - because nothing can happen there - sure a few times I stumbled into the straight girl - but she's never there looking for love - it's still safe - I guess I am a slacker - waiting for something to happen - that life changing moment that you end up forgetting about years later when you look back and say - I did it - If that moment exists - I am afraid of it - but I also dream about it - One week left in October - one year it happened on Halloween the last fucking day - this year maybe nothing will happen - I write blogs because I have to communicate - I know only a couple peeps read it but I don't care if no one did - blogging is like masturbation - it's nice to get the release but you just feel empty afterwards -
just two steps to achieving it all - I am scared of October - it has always been a month of transition for me - Fall going into Winter - sure we don't have traditional seasons here in SF - but there R noticeable changes - so this year I have stayed in a lot - living a hermits life afraid to live - what would happen to me if I fell into someone's arms tonight - what if I got what I want - the idea is fucking frightening - I am a straight guy who regulars gay bars - why? - because nothing can happen there - sure a few times I stumbled into the straight girl - but she's never there looking for love - it's still safe - I guess I am a slacker - waiting for something to happen - that life changing moment that you end up forgetting about years later when you look back and say - I did it - If that moment exists - I am afraid of it - but I also dream about it - One week left in October - one year it happened on Halloween the last fucking day - this year maybe nothing will happen - I write blogs because I have to communicate - I know only a couple peeps read it but I don't care if no one did - blogging is like masturbation - it's nice to get the release but you just feel empty afterwards -
Saturday, October 21, 2006
What was I talking about again....?
So I get home from Oktoberfest kinda drunk and tired and before I know it - Jason and English James are calling me out to do a shot of Jaeger before we
head out for the night – So like a champ I pull up my britches take my shot and stumble down to BOC - The night itself was kinda boring but the conversations and events within the night were very entertaining to me - between bars we stopped back to visit the roof and have shots -yup more Jaeger – then drama – long boring story later I’m bored as hell at Badlands and English James is no longer part of the party – Before I know it, its just me and my cousin so we go to the Cafe for last call but I don’t remember much of it - In fact it wasn’t ‘till a couple days later Jason tells me I was at BOC for last call and some how, as par for the course, we invited to the house some guests - Jason has some nice pics of this on his blog - I am leaning against the wall in a Pic because at that point I could no longer stand up on my own - I finished off the night drinking very old bad wine - well actually spilling it everywhere as I rambled on about god knows what -
after about 3 hours of sleep I wake up Sunday still drunk and late for work -
Fucking champagne Sunday was hell -splitting headache upset stomach and my coworkers keep offering me shots - then it was a couple of the staffs last night and they all went out to celebrate - Several shots later my phone rings and its a number I should have not picked up - but 36 hours of drink'n can impair your judgment - luckily the conversation was ok –
Hey its Saturday again….
Friday, October 20, 2006
So I went to meet Dave and Kev at Oktoberfest Saturday
Walking down to where the festival was three young guys stopped me – one asked if I was going to the fest and if I would like to buy a ticket - They told me they work security and have extra tickets…It all seemed very spontaneous to me as if they didn’t plan at all to do this but one of them saw me and decided to take the opportunity – so I bought one at discount - they then told me not to wait in line just go straight to the door – they were adamant about that - as I walked down to the door I saw a line 200 people deep - I was like OK I am going to just walk past all these people and go right in huh - so I casually walk towards the front door and sloooowly finish my smoke - than "act like you own the place" I walk pass some people to the front door, present my ticket, get my wristband, and I am in -- YEAH for no waiting line - that would have sucked -
So I meet up with Dave and Kev who are already completely faded - neither one were making any sense just mumbling random words and bumping into people - it was like hanging out with two retards - seriously - so I took the initiative for their sake and finished their beers - 60 ounces later and we were three drunken retards - Their isn't much to say about Oktoberfest it kinda sucked - lots of drunks and lederhosen - Some guy puked right where we were sitting - than I almost get into a fight - some asshole shoved me a couple times - apparently I was too sexy for him - he couldn’t handle my suaveness dancing on the bench beside him - anyway - eventually I was getting tired of Jaeger shots and German lager so I had to go - besides my friends were out of control and the lighting in there wasn't doing anything for me -
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
"Endurance is more important than truth." - C.B.
OK So absolutely nothing happened Saturday - except for a little excessive excess - and a chat with an ex - Sorry it's late and I cant sleep so the tragedy of my mild case of logorrhea is spilling onto this post -
3pm when I arrived at Fort Mason 3am Monday that I would finally get some rest…
I had no idea what I was in for when I woke up Saturday morning - A friend called me early around 8AM - I had just fallen asleep a few hours earlier - I eventually got out of bed to hear a message that a couple of friends are in town and they are having some beers at Oktoberfest in Fort Mason - I haven't seen either one in a long time - I was happy to see old friends but apprehensive because these friends are professional drinkers - They have that special talent of Endurance -
So I headed out to meet them - the trains were not running this morning - unfortunately someone tragically decided this life wasn't worth it and stepped in front of a K train at church station - So I walked a bit more than I wanted to and on my walk I bumped into my cousin Juan on the sidewalk - Such a small town I live in - we chat and decide to meet up later that night - I then take a cab to Van Ness and hop onto the 49 to Fort Mason -
Fort Mason is the last stop for the 49 and as the other Passengers and I are getting off the driver says "Bye cupcake" to a man in front of me - the man takes a couple steps away from the buss then realizes what was said turns around and starts yelling back at the driver challenging him
to step outside - The driver stopped the buss and stood up as if to take the passengers challenge to fight - but he than sat down closed the door and drove away - the passenger stormed away swearing into the air - It was then I turned around and realized the cool view of Alcatraz so I got a picture –
Monday, October 16, 2006
Have we met?
Ahhh Monday night again and time to reflect on the past weekends chaos - - Its nice to go through the pics on Monday and remember the good times you forgot happened -
Like these three strangers I met on the walk home Friday night - It was about half past 2AM and these three were in a deep philosophical conversation about the San Francisco gay and whether or not they have the right to be so elitist or is the elitism itself hypocritical – I don’t know really I was just a drunk wandering by amazed this guy was so fucking comfortable laying on the sidewalk -
Ohhh and one of them had these amazing chocolates that tasted sooo good - they were...butterscotch or something...imported form France I think.... Yummy though whatever they were -
Thursday, October 12, 2006
I don’t know what to do with myself
Life is a fucking rollercoaster – the things you think are ruining your life can turn out to be the very same things that make it all work – I don’t believe all things will work out in the end – there is no fairy godmother to come along and turn your rags into riches and your evil boss into a toad – I don’t believe that all you have to do is be a good person than good things will happen for you – Karma can only take you so far – fate is only one step in the whole scheme of things –
I was walking home late one night at about 5am after the EndUp – I met my future wife there – she was gorgeous, amazing to talk to, a fantastic dancer, a sensual sweet kisser, almost perfect – I say almost because apparently at 5am she decided to remember she has a boyfriend and it was time for her to leave – so after a pathetic rebound dance with a girl from Kentucky who just didn’t measure up – I left alone walking home – I got down on myself on the walk home – wondering what I have to do to make things work out – If I was a better person, maybe if I gave more to the world, when is karma gonna come back around to me – Is this as good as it gets? –
I’ve been struggling for some time with this idea – Is there Love out there waiting for me? Are my life goals practical? - One night I was at the Mint outside and this street guy came walking by and noticed I was in and emotional down fall – he sat and talked to me for about an hour trying to cheer me up – He said he was an angel sent down to help people like me – so I asked him “how does someone let go of the pain from being alone and feeling unloved” – He gave me every cliché in the book “…lemons, make lemonade”, “…light at the end of the tunnel”, “…love yourself first”, “Your time will come”, and my fave “there is a reason for everything” type shit - and I shot them all down cuz when you get down to it there are no words that can make the lonely realize loneliness is ok -
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Scenes from TrannyShack Tuesday
Monistat hosting the TrannyShack last Tuesday...
Outside Before the show...
Heklina's opening number....
Monistats opening number....very lovely...
Opening show banter
Dress Change...MMMM my favorite!!
A couple of the more or less memorable acts....
Final dress change....Red Hot!!
Thank You Monistat for the Great Show!!
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