Daily Blague

I had therapy yesterday (in this building) and the doctor and I talked about the pub crawl. Now that I'm making friends via the Internet, a big door is opening, and almost everybody on the other side is gay. Why is that? I have a few theories, but theories are easy. Thanks to years of Fossil Darling's ways and means, I am perfectly at home in gay crowds, and I suppose I pass for an elderly bear. The bottom line is that the people who showed up for the Blarg Hop - I'm not overlooking Helen Damnation or Curly McDimple here - are interesting. We all, or most of us, have blogs, but for all sorts of different reasons. It was fun to discuss them.

Once upon a time, Kathleen was out of town and I went out on the town - and I lost my keys. It cost more than $400 to re-enter the apartment. So I took some precautions. I promised to leave when the group headed for the third bar on the junket, and I locked the lock that comes with the apartment, ie the one the doormen can open, if you're nice to them. In the event, there was no danger of intoxication. Buy the time you take your coat off and all that, and order a pint, you've got just about enough time to drink the damned thing before it's time to leave. I managed to lose my gloves (one was recovered) and my scarf (recovered after I left Phoenix and rushed out to me in the street by the blogger in the farmboyz family - "R J! I've got it!"). But I did not lose my wits.

Someone wondered aloud if he'd ever been before to the bar we were in. Headbang8 said that he doesn't go to bars. So it wasn't just me. I'm not sure how much of the blaring music I could have taken. Bars are not really very pleasant places. They're dark - as in dismal, not sexy - and underfurnished. Did I say "loud"? In the event, bothered about that lost glove, I left a bit early. Next year (if I'm invited), I'll stay longer, knowing that the worst thing that I'll develop is hoarseness. And I'll wear mitten clips.

I was indulged by FutureJunky and a few others whose names I never properly caught. (FJ gave me his card, but I'd figured out who he was anyway, because he said he was from Washington, and I'd read that someone from Washington was planning to join the party. Am I not Sherlock?) They listened appreciatively while I expatiated about my Book Review review. Now, there's a hot Saturday night topic!

I have a thing about eyes, so I recognized Michael's, of So I Like Superman, from a few yards away. I went over to him and thanked him for the hugely funny videos that he'd posted of him and his friends performing very witty skits about guys watching the Super Bowl. You must watch them all.

Preliminary sociological finding: gay guys aren't afraid to be nice guys in groups. Did I say that? I must have forgotten the "A-List" party that Fossil Darling took me to once. I've never felt more absolutely invisible. Guys stared right through me. Okay, then. Gay bloggers. Gay bloggers who show up at events organized by the inestimable Joe.

He really is, you know. Absolutely inestimable.