Monday, January 30, 2006

I'm not an attraction, and this isn't a fucking zoo

There was a small group of straight guys at wildcat tonight. Now, that in and of itself is obviously not a bad thing. There are straight people at wildcat all the time, they have just as much right to be there on a Sunday night, etc etc. Now, I don't know for sure that they were straight, but I had a very strong feeling about it, the vibe they gave off, their mannerisms, and most importantly the reason I'm writing this in the first place: they were in the middle of the dance floor, beers in hands, not dancing, and just sort of watching everyone like it was some kind of show.

"Hey Joe! You wanna go see the queers a'dancin? I hear it's quite a sight"

"Yeehaw!"

I gain nothing by painting them as rednecks, but I dunno, it just seems funny.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Who the fuck is this dumb?

Ok...so I'm at Wildcat lounge and some guy asks me for my number. I'm pretty jazzed about the whole thing because, well, that never really happens to me. We dance for a little bit and then eventually split up for the rest of the evening. A day or so later he messages me asking if I want to hang out. I tell him I'm not able too because of prior commitments, but that I'd really like to. The next day he asks me if I want to join him for a yoga class. The text message session goes something like this:

Me: "Sure! where and when?"

Him: "City Yoga, on fairfax and Santa Monica"

"Santa monica...as in...LA"

"Well yeah, where are you"

"I'm in SB"

The conversation ends there. I really felt like responding, "I'm in SB, you know, the TOWN WHERE WE FUCKING MET?" Who goes to a club in a different town, meets someone, and assumes that they're not only also out of town, but form the same place as you? A friend weighed in on the subject with the claim that in LA, they're "as cute as they are dumb." I have to say, the guy certainly was cute.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

A sea of Heads

I went down to Club Rage in West Hollywood with Marcos and Peter the other night. I usually have a good time....for the most part. The problem with Rage is that it's an 18+ joint...it's usually a twink-fest, and there's rarely room to dance. This was especially true last night as we were literally shoulder to shoulder on the dance floor because it was so packed. However, it does have a very nice dance floor and some very nice lighting and sound equipment (which they boast as state of the art). Apparently Fridays, which are called "GameBoi" is an Asian night. I really didn't think anything of it, although I did notice that about 80% of the people there were Asian, rounded out of course by the usual 2% strangely old and creepy old guys. Peter made an interesting observation that, assuming that many of the Asian kids were children of first generation immigrants, people coming from a country where homosexuality is much more of a taboo than it is here in the states, that there was probably a much larger number of people who's parents not only didn't know they were there, but would probably suffer a minor coronary is they did find out. Also, as I allude to in the title of this post, when you're 6'1" in a room filled predominantly with people of an ethnicity that has a smaller mean height, you tend to feel really freakishly tall...

Monday, January 02, 2006

Excuse me, sir, I believe you have my power!

I love when random events line up to make interresting coincidences and such. I was watching Office Space with some friends when, during the scene where Peter is being hyptnotized by the occupational therapist, the power to my residential area goes out at the EXACT moment when the hypnotist reaches "one" in his countdown to put Peter in to a trance. We all exclaimed how cool we thought it was; my friend Matt, at first, thought I had done it as a prank of some sort (not that I deny having power to control the Santa Barbara power lines at will). We rushed to get flash lights, and for extra added security, I grabbed my newly aquired red swingline stapler.