Scruff. Bearracuda. Who thinks these things up?
Saturday night I got in touch with Gustavo and he wasn't doing anything after work, and I wasn't doing anything (because of the previously-mentioned rain forecast) and so we decided to do nothing together in a bar in SOMA where they were hosting a Scruff party for Bearracuda. If that sounds Greek to you, then you aren't a gay chubby, hairy guy.
Scruff is an iPhone app for guys who get into hairy guys. But they can be thin, hipster hairy guys or big gigantic bearish hairy guys. The party was at a place called Club 8, which was pretty cool once we got used to it. Gustavo and I saw some people that we knew, but since we don't know them that well and since everyone had hunting for man meat on their mind, we didn't socialize with them much. We did meet one astonishingly friendly fellow wearing naught but a jockstrap parading around... he was... interesting.
And Santa was there. I got to tell him what I wanted sent to my house for Yule, so I should be set come the 21st.
Then we went off to the Castro and the 440. This was equally amazing. Though it had no formal theme, there was a definite Santa vibe. Mostly coming from Disco Santa in his metallic catsuit helped along by his 6'7" elf. Nice, right? And then on the walk to the cab to go home, we met another charming version of Santa, looking like he'd just lost his way. And his clothing. This town cracks me up.
I had a fun night, I drank a solid amount, and woke up to tell the tale. I count that as a win.