Okay, I think I redeemed myself from the "preservative pasta" by cooking fresh vegetables. Yes! Fresh! As in from the market! With them, I made a delicious wild mushroom herbed rice pilaf with onions and garlic and a side broccoli. And it was good.
Even though it rained last weekend, I braved it. On my adventures, I flirted with my piano player, got burned by him, and got treated nicely by him and her. I even went to my first (and last) DaitBait in the torrential downpour.
Although it was nice to meet some new people, most of them were over 30, and the only person I found interesting and attractive decided he didn't feel the same way about me. Having that glass of red wine with dinner really did make the evening go by quicker.
All in all, I had a great time. The best part were the priceless things people said to me:
"I'm not gay, but do you want to dance?"
"You're my rival! Stop it! Stop making me laugh!"
"If anyone can turn him, you can."
"Seriously, I was the only kid in junior high with a tailored blue velvet suit!"
Picture Perfect Porn
On Columbus Day, I went to the Gay Erotic Expo. Just $15 got me a ticket to browsing discount dvds, a free movie ticket, and watching porn stars have sex on stage. It proved to be the most popular picture I took so far (link nsfw?).
It was my first Gay Erotic Expo, and I just don't get it. There really wasn't that much there, and after a few moments, the novelty of it all wore off. I'd rather be a participant than a spectator. That, and just being around a whole bunch of fat, old, sleazy guys was just, well, fatoldeazy.
The only redeeming factor was the free condoms and lube. Okay, fine, seeing hot naked porn stars was kinda cool, too.