I'm sure you've heard before that not having a car in Los Angeles is like having your legs cut off. Aside from a few small basic needs, you really can't do anything. Sure, you can wait for the bus. The one bus that comes by once an hour. And if you have to transfer to a second bus, forget it. A trip that would take 20 minutes in a car can take over 2 hours on LADOT. So I spent the better part of this week looking for two things: boys I have "dated" so I can reconnect now that I'm back in town, and a car. Mostly a car, because without a car I cannot reconnect with boys I have dated in the past. You see how this becomes a downward spiral...
I hit upon the idea of bartering my iMac (complete with MS Office and the entire Adobe CS5.5 Master Collection - over $2500 worth of software for the aspiring professional Graphic Designer) and some cash for a car. I must have sent out over 250 emails this week. I've had a few bites, but people are selling some shit cars out there. "Runs well, but needs engine." "A great car, but will need tranny replaced." "Totally reliable for 10 years until it stopped running this week." Really, people? This is a deal?
So the disappointment of not having wheels was offset by two things - daily gym visits (yay!) and some lovely weekend evenings with Don and friends. So that's what you get to read about this week. A Friday night hottub party with hot leathermen, and a Saturday night farewell to Los Angeles's oldest gay bar, the Spotlight.