Old friends, new adventures

After a fantastic couple of days spent with parents and grandma it was time to return home to a bit or reminiscing and partying. Yes my college roommate and one of my closest friends was in town for work and was going to spend the day with me. Sure we did the usual boring things like tour golden gate park and see some of the city, but the fun began when the sun went down. It all began at dinner with one of my SF friends T, and a couple of her friends as well. All told there were 6 of us at this great grill right off of Castro Street. Now I need to tell you my friend C is a great guy but like me coming from the Midwest we have been a bit sheltered in some of our life experiences. Walking through the Castro district for the first time can be a bit surreal the first time, more so when spending almost your entire life in small towns, but the night had just barely begun. Toward the end of dinner we were trying to decide where to begin our club hopping. Some of the choices mentioned was a gay bar hosting the annual golden dildo award another option was a bondage festival, can you tell one of our friends at the table was a bit on the gay orientation? Quickly begging the indulgences of the group I asked if we could temper it down just a bit for the sake of some of our other guests. So instead we continued our revelry at a gay biker bar, for who can begin a night without a good biker bar? The crowd was colorful and certainly more than a little entertaining. To try and describe this bar would be more than pointless for one needs to experience it for themselves.

A single drink was all that was required to get a full taste of that bar, now it was time to move on to the main attraction, a club that was hosting a fashion show. The show was to consist of men in Armani suits on the men and swimsuits on the woman, can there be a more perfect combination? All was well as we waited for the show to begin but as show time approached the crowd became increasingly more well how shall we say it ghetto. The men that were with the models were incredibly full of themselves, most times wearing such designer outfits complete with leather trench coats, sunglasses and attitudes to match. Mind altering drugs were certainly on the menu, but when a couple of revelers arrived with matching guns under the coats we felt it was best to move to a club with a more friendly audience. Just a couple of blocks away we found just such a locale and proceeded to watch inebriated members of both sexes dance it up and attempt any possible random hookups. Granted the former was valid for us, although the latter not so much. In never ceases to amaze me the level many of us will go to to meet a random one-night stand, men and women alike. People watching locales have no second next to a club at midnight. Finally most of our group wonders off so it is simply C, P (the gay member of the group) and myself. He invites us to one last bar that he frequents before we call it a night.

For those of you who know SF, I believe it was called the powerhouse. Again words can not do it justice, however vintage gay porn adorned the tv screens, while flyers for all manner of events in the city were papered around the walls and tables. I do believe we can chalk this up to new experiences.

Overall a fun evening with friends in some of my cities finest. Although still a soggy city we continue to enjoy it at is finest. Tomorrow I fly off to New Mexico to give a talk at a large technology forum, but I believe more on that later. For now I will nurse my hangover a bit.