Let the good times roll!

Saturday Gus and I finally found time when our schedules meshed to reunite. He had the night off, I wanted to go out, it was perfect. His friends Dan and Jason were coming up to the Faultline to Furr Trade and so Gus was riding with them. I joined them and we had a very good time. I hadn't even been to Furr Trade, though I hear people say it's fun. I'm just... you know... not that into being a bear. I don't have "bear pride" and I don't want to date big guys... so without friends to talk to and laugh with, there wasn't a draw. But spending time with Gus, catching up, telling stories, and getting drunk - all good.

One surprise was this little go-go boy Nathan. I'd seen him years ago at Ripples, wearing some inflatable pool toy as a costume, and he was all smooth and sexy. Fast forward to this weekend - hairy, bearded, it was like a whole different boy. And when he put on that bulldog harness... woof! And I saw other people there from my various pasts: Free was there, of course, complete with entourage, I saw Matthew Ganoe from way back in 2001 - we didn't stop and talk, but I saw him. He's hard to miss at 6'4" or something. We bumped into Adrian, who I remember from Long Beach bars... so it was a nice, welcoming environment.

And then on Sunday, let the drunkenness continue! Bottomless mimosa brunch! How can you go wrong? I went down to Long Beach to have brunch with Gus and his boys and ended up spending the whole day just kicking back and relaxing. Brunch was average - but you don't go for the food, you go for the show. The show started with two hottie waiters bringing us our drinks. We had Cal again, he's so cute. Miss Sparkle Stone was there, fabulous as ever. And the girls rotated through numbers, changing costumes and working hard for the money. This girl, Miss D, was pretty incredible. There was this whole table of about 20 straights who came in for a birthday, and I think there were some guys there in disbelief because she was damn hot!

The brunch finished off with Gus doing a blowjob on the floor. Yes, I know what I said. That's what it's called. And then it started to rain. So we kicked back at Gus's new apartment for a few hours, listening to music and talking and relaxing after a meal and a few gallons of cheap champagne. Around 5, Gus went to bed (he works graveyard shifts now) and I headed toward the sunset and home. A very good weekend, indeed.