So of course, This Man has been crashing at my buddy, Jay's house in North Park this past week. Saturday night, he invited me to go with him to a party over in Logan Heights. Desperately needing to brush up on my conversation skills, This Man accepted the invitation and off we were.
The party was fantastic! The crowd was energetic and the host, while completely stoned out of his mind, was lively. Jay and I set about working the room and mingling with the crowd. Of course, there was alcohol and I set about familiarizing myself with the SKYY vodka that was readily available. It wasn't too long before I was completely cocktailed and found the closest chair and planted myself.
Finally, Jay drove us back to his place where I crashed into a deep slomber. Which brings me to the photo that I posted with this entry. Apparently early on Sunday morning, Jay thought it funny to snap this shot of yours truly calling the hogs. Never mind that my hair needs to be cut.
Don't worry, I can hear everyone laughing at me.

Mahalo

This entry is dedicated to my good buddy, Jay. I had the privilege of staying at his home this week and he was more than hospitable--and his cooking was like going to a different restaurant every night! Jay, we'll never forget this incident--and This Man will never forget you. TGH


"I washed it and set it near the window so it could dry, " my buddy, Jay explained this afternoon, while pointing to the spot of the nightstand where he'd supposedly left his Bam realistic dildo.
First, allow This Man to tell you that this isn't a dildo that one looses easily. Yet here we were, perplexed on where it could possibly be all while attempting to retrace Jay's steps on where he could've left it. So Jay and This Man went about searching for the massive hunk of plastic, amazed that such a thing could be misplaced. It wasn't in the bathroom, the kitchen or the living. We didn't see it near his desk, his bedroom or the backyard. It was GONE!
"Shit, " This Man asked, exasperated. "Is it still in your ass?"
"No, but this is certainly one of those times when the old saying, 'If it was up your ass, you'd know' would really be true." Jay remarked while looking on the side of his dresser. Once, during our stint at playing detective, we even considered the possibility that maybe someone could've come into the house and took it. But then there was nothing else missing.
We truly could not find this dildo!
Finally, Jay took another look behind his dresser and found the thing lodged between the dresser and the window. Apparently, it had rolled off the dresser and got caught in the curtains. We laughed it off and but the real jem was when Jay explained, "There aren't too many people outside of us who would find themselves searching for a dildo...but then there aren't too many people like me who would use one so much that it needs to be washed and dried!"

Mahalo.

Raymond's birthday is today. This morning, This Man showed up at his apartment, with a cake and balloons.
And he wasn't there.
Somehow, rather than get pissed off, I figured that he was teaching me a lesson about being where I say I'm going to be and the power of a phone call. I thought about leaving momentarily, but then I dreaded having to walk through North Park, carrying the balloons and the cake so I decided to linger around and wait for him.
I can't believe he's not here! The last thing I said to him when we spoke yesterday was that I would be at his place first thing this morning and now he's not here! ARGH!
For a split second, I thought that maybe he'd walked around the block to get a cup of coffee, but then quickly erased the thought. I knew he was doing this on purpose.
An hour later, he showed up. He'd went around the block--to get a cup of coffee. He seemed happy with the balloons and he struggled through a piece of the chocolate cake and we--well, he agreed to go see the San Diego Symphony tonight.
I plan to do my best to ensure that he has a wonderful birthday. Hell, I'm more than flattered that he wants to spend it with me.
See how lucky I am.

Mahalo