Sunday July 18, 2010

I felt like a pile of dog shit when I woke up from too much drinking, so the natural thing to do was to eat barely anything and keep drinking. Italian wedding soup at Brian’s American Eatery! I actually love this soup…and I never find it anywhere. I don’t think it’s even an Italian thing is it?

Hey, I realize my shirt is ridiculous but how else do you think I am going to get felt up during gay pride? George, his boy toy and I went to the festival to check it out. I had actually never been to it in all the years I have celebrated gay pride in San Diego. It was fun and there was a lot to look at but beers were expensive and you couldn’t walk around with them.

oooh he’s cute on the left. Even though he has WINGS on.

Me likey the one in the middle. Gay or not gay? hmmm

This guy is great…his name is Mike and he literally goes door-to-door in the absolute worst parts of LA explaining the stupidity of Prop 8. I told him I had a NOH8 photo and he was a little bit unimpressed. Basically saying that they weren’t really for the cause. We argued for a bit about it. Not in an unhealthy way, though. And I am sure I am not the first person to have this conversation with him. That photo campaign really has raised awareness for the issues on so many levels. It doesn’t mean he cares more about it because he physically hits the streets explaining it to ignorant people. I don’t know if he really saw my point or just wanted me out of his face.

George my favorite Gold Star Gay, Cameron Marshall and Dayton O’Connor

Ok this might be a little weird (TMI) for some of you. At the festival we wandered into the leather and bondage section and I bought this restraint thing for just 35 bucks!

Not being able to hold my own drink was a little annoying. lol

But it was fun for a little while to be led around. Now all of Hillcrest (or at least everyone who was at #1 on 5th between the hours of who the hell knows to who the hell knows) has photos of me on their cell phones! Great!

Puss and everything. Nice work.

I made my usual dash out of there without saying goodbye to anyone. I don’t even know why I do that. Sorry.

Sunday 1.24.10

After a solid 12 hours of sleep the text messages starting coming in for brunch requests. UGH. Was I really about to get up and go drink again? Yup. We started at the Se where the boys had checked in AND out a total of 3 times over the course of the weekend! So funny! The regular bartender was a no show so we had this other guy who was utterly incompetent and was not even remotely remorseful about the problem at hand. He couldn’t find anything, kept saying that he only worked the  pool bar upstairs, and was either high, half asleep or just plain dumb. I ordered a drink called “Grace” which has champagne, Cointreau and is served with blueberries and raspberries. He literally could not figure out what to do. This is our conversation:

Me: I would like a “Grace”

Guy: I don’t know what is in that.

Me: Well let’s take a look at the drink menu, it will be listed.

Guy: (blank stare)

Me: (I point to the menus) There are menus right there behind the bar.

Guy: (look of confusion)

Me: (I stand up and grab the menu) Yeah, here we go… cointreau, champagne and berries.

Guy: I don’t think I can do this.

Me: Do you even work here?

Guy: (snide look with indignant snicker) Yes I work here. I just normally work upstairs at the pool bar.

Me: Well you have a full bar here so I am sure you have the Cointreau and the champagne, I can live without the berries.

Guy: I don’t think it will taste right without the berries.

Me: Well let’s try it with the 2 ingredients.

Then he proceeds to help everyone else around me and totally ignores me and DJ who wanted the same thing. Finally after literally 10 minutes of watching this tool stumble over his own feet we ended up with this “beverage” that looked like dirty dish water and tasted about the same. This is not the way to live, people.

We moved over Brian’s American Eatery and ordered a bunch of hearty breakfast food… I had the monte cristo and also picked at Jonathan’s chicken and waffles and Trevor’s corned beef hash which wasn’t corned beef hash at all… it was corned beef on a muffin. Lame. (Side note, I cannot wait to eat at Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles next week when I go to LA!) We ran into the Naughty President and invited him to join us for brunch. He might have been a little overwhelmed by the crowd lol. We hung out with him while he ate and then dragged him to the Tivoli Bar. Of course I had to get cupcakes from Heavenly Cupcakes. Who, incidentally, have curbside pick up now! Call in and order and they will run them out to your car.

Hey Tommy, thanks again for making a douchey face in yet another photo.

And when the gays were completely over hanging out in a straight bar (that takes about 2 and a half minutes btw) we took cabs up to Hillcrest to do it. All. Over. Again. At this point I uninvited Mr. President and told him it might be best if he not join us. I don’t want to totally scare the shit out of him the day before he starts his presidency at Naughty America.

Hey I have an idea! Let’s go to Urban Mo’s! Look at Jenn feigning enthusiasm. And the ever so sexy Tommy Defendi.

DJ

The cranky mid-wife.

I heart Jonathan!

We love Jamie, too. She’s like smart and stuff. She’s gonna be a doctor. Trevor Knight in the middle.

By 8 pm we were back at my place listening to music and hanging out. Wresting matches, broken beds and Jagermeister shots! Your average Sunday  at Laura’s.