cellboy

1. My weekend, or actually prepping for the weekend, actually began on Wednesday.

2. After getting my place overly clean for my weekend guest, I was already quite pooped by Thursday night, the night before my visiting friend Will arrives on Thursday night at 6:30.

3. My new weekend gal was to cover for me on Friday.

4. Last minute she notifies me that she had fallen, or missed the two stairs at her moms home and landed on her knee cap. She had gone to the Dr and he told her to stay home off her feet for a week.

5. So with this last minute scramble, and with Friday being our GM's last day (she kept wanting reports, reports, and reports for the transition), I managed to get a temp available, and on board for Friday, and finalized by 5 pm on Thursday.

6. I picked Will up at SFO. He unpacked at my place, then we went locally to dinner at the Basque Cultural Center. Will had the beef tongue. I had the stuffed Quail. Both were delicious. Our server was an elderly woman. Will started speaking to her in Spanish. Fluent Spanish.

7. Come to find out, that his first 8 yrs were spent in Colombia. His parents emigrated from Nazi Germany during the war. Well they actually escaped. Over the Swiss Alps (yes he said just like in the movie, Sound of Music). His Grandfather never left. He died in Auschwitz. The family later on moved to NYC. He moved to Dana Point, CA about 20 yrs ago.

8. Interesting. Much of the same old story. Had been married. Two children. Came out to wife. Divorced. Has not heard from his family in years. Sad. His partner had also been married to a woman years ago

9. After dinner, we relaxed at my home. I did not get much sleep that night. It is always hard from me to adjust sleeping with someone, the first night.

10. Friday we decided to go to Fisherman's Wharf, do the touristy stuff. But first it was breakfast at Squat and Gobble in the Castro. Next to us was a nice visiting couple from Brazil. Of course Will sparked up a nice conversation in Spanish. They were also going to NYC this week as Will is. So there was lots to talk about. Fisherman's Wharf was fun! I never venture there much. Glad I did. The weather for this, and all weekend was fantastic!

11. After, and exhausting day walking, eating, walking. Home to change, then off to meet friends in the Castro for Happy Hr. Mark joined Will and I at the Sun. Later on Lee, Tom, and joined us at 440. It was packed. Too packed and noisy to hear anyone talk.

12. We were waiting for Jim to show up after work. He got there about 9:30 pm, just as we were on our way to dinner. Will felt he had to eat (he has diabetes). Unfortunately Jim did not want to join us. Will and the gang wanted to meet and talk with folks, but in a quieter space.

13. Saturday, we ventured up to SF again. This time we went to the Castro for shopping, lunch, the to the, Haight Ashbury, Golden Gate Park Presidio Heights, The Marina, The Presidio, and Crissy Field. Then later that evening, after going home to change, we went to Delancy Street for dinner, with Lee, then hit SOMA. We went to all the bars. Most were pretty empty. Many were at Spring Thaw, that may be the reason. But the Powerhouse, was a different story.

14. The so called Leather Bar turned into a young twink bar. Packed with lots of straight men and women dancing. As the go go dancers dance on the bar, the TV monitors were playing some pretty raunchy gay porn. Odd. Never seen this type of a crowd in this type of a bar. This event was called Beat Box. And after a few minutes, it was lets beat it. It was so crowded you could hardly get in or out of the front door. Where's the Fire Marshall??

15. So we walked back to the quiet Lone Star. Lee had his cigar. We left fairly early, about midnight.

16. Sunday, after a late start, we ventured down to Woodside. Had a wonderful breakfast at Bucks. Then I toured him up Woodside Road, past Larry Ellison's estate. We then drove down Sand Hill Rd, to Stanford University. Toured the Quad. The chapel. Then drove thorough Menlo Park, past my childhood home. Then ventured back home. Will packed. Then we were off to Tom and Lee's for a last minute BBQ. There were about 10 guests.

17. After a few hours, it was time to leave, and drive Will to SFO for his 7 pm flight. I made it home shortly after. Exhausted. I was in bed and asleep by 9:30pm. Still a bit tired tonight, I managed to do laundry eat dinner. And it will be another early evening. Gym week will start tomorrow morning.