Friday, June 16, 2006

What's Worse?

After a Red EyeWhat's worse than taking a red-eye from LA to New York on a Tuesday?

How about going to work the next day. And falling asleep during a meeting. With only four other people. And having one of them come up to you afterwards and telling you they saw you 'nodding off'.

But it was all worth it. (I was alert for 90% of the meeting anyway.)

In case you were wondering, that's me after the red-eye flight. Pretty, huh? More pictures and/or stories soon.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Goin' Rollin'

As in "rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice" (not that other one).

Butt PasteWhat's that mean? I'm treating myself to a birthday trip to Los Angeles, baby! The city of Angels and riots. Plastic and pumps. Fake boobs and fake tans. Gin and juice. Sun and sand. Steroids and back pimples. Should be a good time.

My main reason for this destination is because my boopy is currently there for work. And I want to make sure he remembers what New York City has to offer.

And wouldn't you know that my trip coincides with LA Pride! Oh yes, there will be pictures.

Ya'll have a wonderful weekend now, y'hear!

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

GB:NYC 3 Wrapup

GB:NYC 3I was SO excited when I found out the whole gay blog-o-sphere wanted to get together to celebrate my birthday. Then I realized it coincided with Gay Bloggers: New York City 3. Still, very cool nonetheless.

Friday was drinks at Barrage, where I got to meet some familiar and some new faces, like Bob, Sean, and Michael. I obstained from drinking as the effects of Thursday night were still alive and well.

The rain carried on into Saturday, which made it hard to attend the picnic I had planned to go to; which also meant that I didn't get to see that special St. Petersburgian. However, the arrival of another out of towner had cheered up (and blow me away).

Later that night, some more bloggers were headed to The Eagle to continue in the debauchery. I was estatic. The only other time I went was during Folsom East last year; and that time, I wasn't 'prepared' for it. This time, I was determined to dress for the part (the best I knew how with my current wardrobe); and what that means was wearing a leather cuff around my wrist and a leather belt around my neck.

GB:NYC 3

Whatever, it was hot. And the night was awesome. I even spotted the 'I like your ASS-sets' guy (luckily he didn't recognize me).

By 12:00 am, it was officially my birthday and I made sure that everyone knew it. Ah, there's nothing like drunk hugs, I tell ya. Though no one thought to buy me a drink (Ha! I blew up all your spots!).

After a few hours of not being forced to binge drink until my liver failed, my new straight girlfriend called me up to another party. My roommate was there also, and surprisingly, no one there bought me drinks either. Has buying birthday drinks gone the way of leg warmers, out of fashion? WTF man, wtf.

But then again, I never need alcohol to have fun. And now, my pictures!

Monday, June 05, 2006

Need I Say More?

How I Spent My Birthday

Sunday, June 4, 2:23 am.

GB:NYC - III wrap up and pictures to come. In the meantime, busy yourself with this video.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Okay... NOW!

It's officially my birthday! Let the love pour in!

And yes, I just got home from having a great time with some bloggers, friends, and blogger friends! Whee!

Friday, June 02, 2006

I Hate Waking Up Drunk

It's June! Whee! That means it's time to celebrate PRIDE month and Gemini birthdays!

Happy Birthday Geminis! Let's celebrate!

Oops, too late, I already started. Last night I attended a 'Gemini Birthday Bash' at OWs, where I got to catch up with a few friends I haven't seen in ages. After some delicious finger food and drinks, I was ready to celebrate another Gemini's birthday at Splash; it was Campus Thursdays, and since I still look young (thank you Asian genes) and hot (thank you Abercrombie jeans) enough to pass being a college student, I got us in for free.

Fun was had by all; and after a few $3 Long Island, things started to become blurry. The few moments of clarity in the haze I call 'memories' are:

  1. getting splashed when someone threw a drink at the person standing next to me - and me thinking how I'd like nothing more than putting his nose through the back of his head,
  2. reaching the train station and realizing that my bag was still at the coatcheck,
  3. and singing loudly while on the train so I don't fall asleep and miss my stop (again).

And while I'm on the topic of drunken gayziness, I'll be headed to GB:NYC - III shortly. That's the annual gay blogger gettogether. I think this year there's going to be awards given out. Or I just made that up. You'll just have to come and find out! And yes, I will be taking pictures.