Sat 13 Oct 2001
Twenty hours I’m on a plane, whoosh all the way to New York
I have to admit, I’m a wee bit nervous. Perhaps I’ll check out CNN to read up on the latest anthrax thingy. Sheesh. Terrorism sucks.
I have a room at the groooooooooviest hotel/hostel I have ever seen!
And speaking of the material girl (you’ll understand if you followed the link), what a cool gay bar I have in my neighborhood! There are the most interesting things hiding in strip malls if you only look. Kim and I had a hankering to play pool. We had a hankering to do anything different for a change, not just sit around in the Highlands and drink beer (and too damn pooped to go dancing). None of the other Techies felt as motivated, so whilst they went back to the house to sit around and drink beer (and play nintendo!), we set out on our expedition. Dugan’s, surely Dugan’s has pool tables! Nope, try again. (Though that was an interesting scene for a couple of white kids to cruise through…we’ll have to do that again, when we’re in the mood for another adventure.) We crossed the street and were actually on our way to a different supergay bar when we passed this quiet little dive in a strip mall. Don’t even recall the name, but it had two fine pool tables and a jukebox to waste some serious money on. Voguing and shootin’ billiards, what a combo. Too bad Kim ended up beating me three games to two — but I can still vogue like a bitch. :-)
