June 21, 2004: When the cats are out the mice will play

This past week my two best gay boyfriends left to San Diego to vacation. When they left I was pretty lonesome. I miss my boys and their nerdy company. I go Shark’s Bar on Monday for the first time without Nathan and Joe. Of course, Carl (one of the karaoke DJs and "my boyfriend" which Nathan would say), says hello and is delighted to see my arrival. He makes his awkward stumble to my direction, seeing his chance to speak to me now that the boys aren’t there to scare him off. He tries to break conversation by telling me that hasn’t found the song I requested but tells me it will soon turn up. I can see the excitement in his eyes as he places his rough hand on my exposed shoulder and OH MY GOD did I mention the bad pick up lines.

Donna, the bartender, offers me a Budlight and asks where my boyfriend is. My boyfriend I wonder? I ask her what she means. The tall dark and handsome one, she says. Oh him, I say, He is not my boyfriend…well actually he is my ‘ex-beau’ of thirty blissful minutes. We laughed and I also told her that my boys are in California getting all buff and tan and I am on my way to a bachelorette party at the Club Congress. That sounds like fun, Donna says, I guess when the cats are out the mice will play. We share another laugh and I slam down my beer to meet the wild girls. The party was fun and you got to see the video. I’m sure it will be in stores soon.

There is this new restaurant and bar on University and Euclid. I just happen to stubble into the establishment and find that they serve Mexican food. I don’t really favor that style of food but their snow crab legs grabbed my attention. Did I mention that there is a very hunky bartender named Tim. He is so handsome and charming that I almost climbed over that bar to grab him. He kept cracking jokes and stupid pickup lines that I almost gave him my phone number. (Shocking I know) As a matter of fact, I do believe that I call about almost everyone I know to invite them to the new bar just to see Tim. I think he got the idea.

On Saturday, I went to IBT’s and met my friend Sara and Fox. We had a slapstick fun making comments about how awful that wig looks on that Drag Queen. Fox commented on how an older gentleman, how to I say this, Cupped him. Did you turned and cough, I said? He gave me the Diva, oh no you didn’t, look. We concluded that evening by going to Subway, followed by a lovely tour of Tucson looking for an after party, and Sara and I ‘Booby’ tackled Tony. Good Times.