July 23, 2004: Hungry like the Wolf

Well it goes to show that if life gives you lemons go to the supermarket and buy some lemonade. It is just another Sunday afternoon at gay karaoke. The day was so hot that pigeons were dancing on the sidewalks saying “Coo, coo!” (that’s pigeon talk for “Ouch, ouch!”), so hot that fat people were exposing their flesh so their hides can breath, and SO hot that I was forced to wear a skirt.

I ran into Adrian and stirred up an interesting conversation that turned itself weird. I found myself fleeing to the smoky grill to talk to Fran, who by the way can cook up a mean burger. To my surprise Travis walks into the patio.
-What the heck you are doing here on a hot Sunday afternoon, I say.
-Just wondering what you are up to and I flipped a coin on weather to do the dishes or go to gay Karaoke, he says.
I am so glad he is here. What is Shawna without a hot gay guy by her side? Speaking of a hot gay guy, where in the world is Joe? Apparently he spent some time with Flow, his mother (aww…), and he seemed to lost track of time and missed Karaoke. That’s sweet but honey, don’t leave me hanging, at least call and tell me you are going to be late or something.

Anyways, I got to sing fabulous songs and flirt with the 'oh-so' handsome and dashing Richard. I haven’t seen him in a week or so and I miss him. I hugged him and he was content. Karaoke has preceded to Woody’s Bar and people where asking me if I was going to go. I decided not to besides I hear that Club Congress is doing Karaoke on Sundays now. I thought I check it out.

Yup! Club Congress has Karaoke. I was relieved that my friend Michelle and Juan were there. I even saw the Wolf. He noticed me and gave me a nod. Buzzed, I was flattered by his gesture and immedently told Michelle what he did and how I thought he was cute.
-Why don’t you go and talk to him? He is obviously looking at you, Michelle said.
-No. I don’t think so, I said.
-Just go. What you have to lose.
After two drinks later and, yes he was taking glances in my direction. I found the nerve to walk up to him. He was like what’s up and we had a silly conversation about how bad some of singers were. I noticed myself flirting and the more I did it, the more Wolf was leaning toward me. He said I was crazy and plants one on my lips. I didn’t hesitate. He was damn good kisser. Then I realized who I am kissing. I backed away and told him that it was getting late and I will see him later. He smiled and continued drinking his cocktail.