Remember when This Man snapped this picture of you?
Best Wishes, Sweetheart.

John snapped this picture of This Man this morning. He'd given me that fur (I really, really, really LOVE fur)for my birthday. How many of you can say that a man has given you a fur for your birthday--that's right, I didn't think so! I was so excited about it that I decided to wear it while eating breakfast.

Hell, it's my birthday and I can do what I damn well feel like it. And even though I closely resemble Winnie Mandela, it's a great pic, taken by a great man and I'm sporting a nice smile (even though I needed a haircut).
So here was the plan: I was spending most of the afternoon with John. Then I was planning to gather a group of buddies, namely my house mate, Jay, my friends Donnie, Scott and possibly Jason for drinks at my favorite Levi/leather/man bar, Pecs. Nothing more. Just me and my buds and some beers.
Jason (who hates Pecs) stopped by and brought me a beautiful cake from Extraordinary Desserts. Scott bailed on meeting for drinks, claiming that he "...wasn't feeling very social and would instead go for a bike ride."
"But it's not about YOU, " I declared.
Jay promised that he would still go for drinks after he finished his laundry. And I didn't call Donnie, fearing that he would be asleep, seeing as he works such a crazy schedule.
In the end, Jay and I went to Pecs anyway and we had a blast! We didn't do much, but we met a few new people, had a couple of pitchers of beer, chatted with a hot lesbian couple then went home. Easy. Breezy. Simple.
Smiling as I write this, I got to thinking about the gifts that I'd gotten. There's the fur from John ( he also got me a great book). The beautiful (and fucking delicious) cake from Jason. The chocolates and the "snake hose" from Jay And the Target gift card (that I truly could use) from Lucy and my son, Donovan. But what truly brings a smile to my face is the two birthday cards that I'd received. The first of which was from John. It featured a woman from the 1920s, wearing a pasted on bathing suit which read, "She knew she had a big fat ass and her attitude was 'Kiss It'" and the card from Jason which depicts a picture of Pope John Paul II, during his wake. Dressed in an ornate robe of red velvet, there's George W. Bush, (along with Bush 41, Laura "Hurricane Corrina" Bush, Bill Clinton & Condi Rice) looking confused with the caption that read, "What happened to Santa?"






Mahalo

This Man met John a few weeks before Raymond decided that he needed to make some life changes. Who would've thought that those changes meant that he and I were through? A noted property developer, John was witty, smart and charming. We spent this weekend together and tonight while strolling through North Park, This Man got to thinking about the things that I truly like about him.

1. Those lips.
2. His salt & pepper whiskers.
3. His Jewishness.
4. I have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.
5. His sense of humor.
6. His hands.
7. The fact that he admits when he's afraid and isn't afraid to do so.
8. There's no pressure.
9. Simply put--9!
10. The morning after.

John, thanks for a relaxing weekend, buddy. I see that we both needed it.

Mahalo

So Scott and This Man has had a MANTASTIC night at Pecs and now we find ourselves walking back to his apartment. Sloopy, drunk and unable to walk a straight line, we laughed and amused ourselves the whole way.
After a brief stop we were on our way to Dennys. Camera close by, This Man continued to snap pictures to tell the story of our amazing night.


(Me and my good friend, Scott--he's the handsome one on the left.)


(Don't even ask!)


Mahalo

"A gentleman knows how to play the accordion, but doesn't."
This Man whispered to my good friend, Scott who was in the process of kicking my ass at pool. And it wasn't that he was beating me at the game (he usually beats me at everything). It wasn't that we were at Pecs and it was New Years Eve. It was because my friend, Scott was beating my ass at pool and he was making a big show of it.
But let's back up a bit, shall we?
The evening began with the two of us deciding that we were not going to the bars in San Diego on New Year's Eve, instead deciding to cook a massive breakfast feast, smoking some hash and watching satellite TV. We were in the middle of Desperate Housewives (don't worry, it was a repeat--you do remember the one where Mike Delfino comes out of the coma and by the time Susan gets to the hospital, she realizes that she's already too late) when we realized that we didn't want to stay in the house.
Since Pecs was only a few blocks away, Scott and This Man decided to stroll down there. I'm not even going to bother typing what happened. Instead, I thought that perhaps I could tell the story with pictures.
So here we go.

(On my left is my friend, Donnie and Scott is on the right. Which two of the three look hammered?)

(This is off to a bad start...)


(Scott shares a New Year's pec with some hot Latin guy--we still don't know who it was.)


(Of course, Jay showed up and made it complete!)


(Jay and Donnie under the blue lights on the patio).
And it was only a matter of time before This Man would get to snap photos like these down below...and I already know that Scott is going to kill me for doing it, but here we go.


(we'd joked beforehand that there would be no pictures of us wearing dorky hats and all of that New Year's Eve crap and here it is.)


(And here we have Scott convincing some guy that he was indeed the reigning Queen of the Gypsies).

Welcome to 2007!
Mahalo