Leo Madrid puts on one hell of a show. This week was a different version of his MJ's Friday night Peep Show. Joel was feeling like getting out, so when I suggested we go there, he was into it, since I'd been talking about it for a while, now. So off we go, getting there just after 8.

Now things in Gayland never seem to start on time. I may learn to show up late one of these days, but I always tend to get there "on time" - which of course can be anywhere from 15-45 minutes early on a gay clock. Anyway, the show started, Leo came over to say hello (and to complain that I only called him "kinda cute" in my last write-up), and Joel and I drank and enjoyed the show. I was using my new 250mm lens on my Canon T1i to capture all kinds of interesting and artistic close-ups of the gogo boys and the performers. I was having a great time.

The show ended around 10, and I figure I'd had 3 or 4 cocktails by that time. And there were these really cute guys all around. I had been talking off and on to this one cute friend of Joel's called Eduardo. Very cute boy. Then Joel spotted this guy with amazing arms - big and solid and beefy. Very military. The gogo boys came out in force, must have been 10-12 of them. "Fresh Meat Fridays" had begun at 10pm and we were a part of it.

That's when things took a turn. The boys, the underwear, the vodka... it all added up to carelessness. At some point, after more than 2 hours of feeling comfortable setting my camera on the bar between Joel and I, feeling comfortable because there were only 50 or so people in the bar, all of them watching the show, but at some point, my camera was stolen. Four months old, and with my new $500 lens on it... gone. Well, I was pretty freaked out, very upset, but it was totally my fault. That's why people don't bring expensive cameras to bars. Or if they do, they certainly don't drink like I did.

I've already ordered a replacement, and the lens as well. Guess it means I won't be getting a new couch anytime soon. I hate that it's gone, but it's only a "thing." It's replaceable. What isn't replaceable are the 100 or so shots that I took that night. I was feeling so fucking artistic and I was sure there were some gems on that card. Gone. Fuck.