Liza With a "Z"
I'm not normally good with spontaneity, but I'd been wanting to meet this guy for a few weeks. When he suggested on Thursday that we go see Liza on Friday, I just said yes. And I'm glad I did. We got cheapish seats at the Hollywood Bowl, took some cheese and crackers and hummus along with a bottle of wine, and had a great night out. Oh, his name is Carlos; he's 30 and lives in Silverlake. Cute, no? And smart. Very funny. The Liza thing was rather cool - she did her "classics" and some of her mother's standards and some other songs I really rather liked. One in particular written by an Armenian songwriter that I think you should check out here. I was thinking we might go out after for a drink or a bite to eat, but as it was a Friday night, we'd both been up for work early that day, and 11pm felt much later than it was. I don't think it was a hugely romantic evening, but he's a very nice guy and I do hope to see him again for something else offbeat and fun.
The Singing Meth Twins
The week began on Monday with a different kind of musical celebration: Spank Karaoke at the Bullet. I went with Don and ran into Carlos (a different Carlos) there. They both sang while I got to be entertained by the Meth Twins: Ginger and Janell. Oh, how to describe them? They were like an Improv Everywhere due - you just knew they couldn't be real, except they were. Story after story followed - gay lovers, missing girlfriends, lost lottery winnings... so many stories. So odd. So crazy. And oh, so memorable!
Midweek Madness
Finally, after months and months (it seems) I got to spend some time with Gus this week. He came up on Wednesday and we did our own version of the fruit loop: starting at MJ's, along to The Other Side, then to The Eagle, and, if needed, down to The Faultline. At MJ's it was their latin night, with dark backroom action. They turned all the lights out and let you do whatever you wanted to the Go-Go Boys for cash. Every time some strobes went off, I snapped a pic of the action. Dirty. We left to The Other Side.
This little piano bar had open mic night with showtunes and standards and we stayed for a drink, but then quickly moved on.
The Eagle was dead when we arrived. It was dead when we left - well, we closed it down. There were two highlights of The Eagle - first, I ran into Roger and Andrew and Bennet. Always nice to see sexy boys. Second, watching Gus take a dare and get paddled by "The Principal", apparently a well-known daddy type who likes spanking little boys' bottoms. I wonder if Gus knows why his ass hurt when he woke up the next morning? I wonder what he'll say when he reads this... and remembers!
Pornish Party
Saturday I made some new friends. Don invited me to join him for a party hosted by someone in the gay porn work arena. A little housewarming party in NoHo. It was fun. The hostess did a little something with Malibu rum, orange juice, and pomegranate tea... I think. After seeing him around town, I got to formally meet and hang out with Randy from Randy Blue. I also met a couple of the models, Gavin Tate and Travis James. Strange talking about movie reviews of non-porn movies and early morning surf conditions with these boys. Who knew they had lives and minds and all that jazz? I kid. They were decent boys and I think next summer I'm going to ask to intern at Randy Blue. Just what they need: a dirty old man to rub the lotion in their skin...
Fire, Fire, Everywhere
Just a quick update, the news is all over it, but it's strange that today should have been the first day of school. We canceled school today because of the Station Fire... it seems crazy. We've also cancelled tomorrow. So my Summer Vacation got extended by two days, although I don't get to enjoy it because I had nothing planned but work. Bittersweet.
