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2002-06-16 - 9:29 p.m. heya, this weekend was a gas, gas, gas. here's the deal... friday: got to mando's at about 11am. i was drunk by 1pm. oy vey. matt, and i just hung out while tafkaj, and our host, made hot monkey love. it gave us a chance to rest. san diego is only like, 2 1/2-3 hours from smltwn. nothing major. actually, i wanted to stop for lunch in san juan capistrano. there's this place by the mission, this little mexican joint. i ate there once as a boy w/ my family, and they had these bomb ass tacos. anyhow, we didn't eat there. i was sorta bummed. matt, is very much like my father in some ways. my father is the type of guy who WILL NOT stop for any reason when he is travelling somewhere. so, pee before you leave, or suffer. their similarities are sorta scary. so, no sjc tacos. oh, well. after the lovin', the four of us went to old town, and went to some tequillaria, i don't know how to spell that. they sold a gang of tequila. agave, mezcal, etc...whatever, i'm no expert. i didn't imbibe too much, or else it woulda been over, you know? i woulda been down for the count by 4pm. i enjoyed watching matt get hammered though. man, tafkaj, and him were taking shot after shot. mando, ever the goody two shoes, was driving, therefore not driking. such a good kid. btw, dig that crazy lexus he was driving. he just got it last week, and it was a surprise to us all. it's one of those new smaller models. i liked it, but, i'm of the opinion that if you're gonna shell out lexus money, then get the full size, you know? i didn't say that, of course. oh gosh, actually, i did. saturday, i got ffffuuuuuucked up, and told him that. i almost forgot, but, i'm getting ahead of myself. so, we WERE gonna keep walking around, but, the artist couldn't hang. punkass - j/k. it's a good thing, cuz he ended up getting sick. so, mando got to play nurse nightengale. of course, being the youngster that he is, he was back in fighting form by nightfall. we, went to this club called...rick's? i think. some guys name. rich, rick, something. i was buzzing like a bee. it was lots of fun. it's kinda like a straight friendly gay club. lots of yum yums. go go boys, y todo. we danced, and danced, and drank, and danced. LOTS OF FUN. i danced w/ this really nice guy, named............pete, i think. super cute. like collegiate cute. he asked if i went to school, so i felt like a youngster. i'm not OLD. not like, where's my walker(?) old, but, i'm not 21-25 either. when i told him i was 29, he was like, "no way". i thought, c'mon dude. i said i was 29, not fucking 40. it wasn't that shocking, was it? whatever. kids....matt got a number. bastard. he couldn't wait to show me either. double bastard. we closed the club, and ate at ihop, or dennys, or something, and went home. saturday, we woke up at noon, or THEY woke up at noon. i was up by 9am. w/ the worlds largest headache. i mean, there wasn't an aspirin big enough, okay? so, i'm making coffee, cuz what the hell else am i gonna do? and i'm standing in the kitchen, just minding my own business, drinking my coffee, and who wanders in? mando...naked. it's been a looooong time. god, he looks great. i scared him sooo bad. he was like, "i'm sorry, i thought you guys were still asleep". he was trying to cover himself, which i thought was pretty funny, considering. i think the absurdity hit him too, cuz then he was like, "what am i doing". so, he got what he came for, two beers...ughh! and, went back to bed. greeeeeat ass. sorry, but, ex or not, he's a fucking hottie. case closed, period, the end. oh god, let's not get started on this subject, there's so much more to him than that, but, besides his heart, his humor, and the million and one other things that make him a great person, he just happens to be great looking. triple bastard. ahem, ANYWAY, 'the artist', and mando came out....eventually, and i made omlettes. avocados, mushrooms, alfalfa sprouts, onions...yummy. oh, boy, i'm bushed. i guess saturday, and my tales from mex are gonna hafta wait. or, more likely, go forever untold. well, back to reality. goodnight... |
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