more fags and hags (sigh)
a cultural exchange of sorts, this week has been a heavy bonding with the durian from work, my favorite spiky fruit of the newness. besides a full time working schedule, thursday nite was the dining with aformentioned new friend and his mother. we went to the foundation and i picked up some great free things, including an orange bag, rather suitcase. we had photo ops and good food (slow service, but that's main street for you) then we rushed home to put away the suitcase and have a dessert of coconut tofu with cherries jubilee. yum.
next up, the dufferin hotel, where the saab was waiting (so very patiently, might i add) and being picked up by bears and daddies in rainbow suspenders alike. we made it in time to catch the queens and get up close and personal with them...one kept showing me his balls...it was like margaret said "balls in pantyhose". also like margaret...i was unsure about combining the
"old gay and the new gay" in fear that they may react like Japanese fighting fish. it seemed all amicable though, they're both super shy so they didn't really interact much without the peanut butter me to glue it all together.
more working and working hard to get that raise, doing labels every day, and the time goes quickly because it's been overcast and people have been bananas for the soup. my homeboy milky at the pizza is a constant source of entertainment with his wild hair and aviators, as well as this blazer that's faux military and it rocks so hard when he wears it with the pinstriped pants. he tells me of his drunken exploits of fancy dress (sets the gays on fire) and his numbers chicken buffet eating and morning after questioning, and it's business as usual, mocking the americans that come into the market and ducking the fowl in the middle of the eating areas. i'm restricted from taking breaks with him though, as i always take way more than the alloted time.
tonite, i finally made it over to durian's house, after wandering around the safeway, and we created what we called the "bastardpiece", an omelete containing chicken, veggies, apple, cinnamon, and other assorted things...we served it on a bed of romaine lettuce with cranberries..and it was a confused meal, didn't know which one it should be, as it contained elements of breakfast, lunch and dinner.
i met his sister, and we had a brief kafuffle over a certain lovely blazer that i appropriated for long enough to take a photo. we made ammends though, in time to get to the bustop and get our butts to the show. we made it downtown and stopped into 7-11 to get energy drinks. she had "bull piss", he had "lizard jizz", and mine didn't need no cheeky alias, as it was seriously called "beaver buzz", and it was written on the bottle that it was "dam good". i wanted to save the bottle and scan it, but durs made me leave it behind.
the club was hot and a bit smelly and the decor was full of those accordian things from ikea, so it was like a large wasps' nest, but the music was good and the vibe was positive. we danced our faces off, and i was impressed that we went hard the entire time. there were a lot of heavily augmented girls in the club, so many in fact, that it could've easily been called "saline solutions". my favorite was this asian girl who was wearing this 'dress' that she got from the lil' kim "i'm going to prison" auction.there weren't a lot of appealing folk in the club, but hernan cattaneo kicks ass.
we walked home, stopping in the same sev that we started in, and made a pitstop at kits beach to revel in the beauty of the night and see the lightning, hear some thunder, but the only storm we saw was the 5am compulsive lawn watering showers of the contraband kits variety.
now we're back at his lovely home and i'm dressed in his clothing (nice to shower) and i'm debating whether i should nap or just pull the all-niter as we're gonna be sooo effective at work in a few hours, the pair of us. yep. well, i guess this proves that mere eves before my 26th birthday, i'm not that old yet. all4now.
