Just Another Manic Monday...

Well, well...
I guess first I owe a little more info on this new job I am three weeks into. It's at an environmental organization here in DC. It's a non-profit group (like 7 million others in this city!) but they pay is good, and they hired me. So who's complaining? It's a very laid-back office environment, everyone has been fantastically nice, and about 50% of the office seems to be gay. Well, the office building IS in Dupont Circle. And that's nice and convienient, especially on lunch hour while the nice weather still persists.
And I have my own office...with a window. SWEET!
This week I am house and dog-sitting for my friend in Alexandria while she's away in California for surgery (best of luck!!) So it's going to be a very interesting week.
This weekend I was beat from work, so I slept in. Ken pretty much tricked me into going to Chiaroscuro. THAT was an interesting night, for many reasons which I will keep to myself.
So that's been my life, having fun on the weekends, and work work work Monday through Friday. Though there is something to be said for the 9-5 life, it gives things a sense of regularity. But now, when Friday rolls around, I finally understand why people get so damn excited over it!
Oh, and I am trying to quit smoking. Margo's doing it, so can I. I think...

Only in Richmond...

Disclaimer: There are some great folks in Richmond. The following pertains to other 90%.

I always thought Richmond had questionable taste. And like a million shopping malls.

This article only confirms the fact I'm glad to not live there.
Apparently, at the Richmond International Raceway (yes, Richmond has a racetrack for Nascar, ugh) there was a stampede over laptops being sold for $50.
A human stampede over laptops at a racetrack in Richmond. I'll just let you mull over that one for awhile.
If Baltimore is Washington's ugly sister, Richmond would be her retarded, inbred, alcoholic third cousin.

"Somebody please nuke me, please!"

August and Everything After...

Life
I've been so busy as of late. Got a different job! (yes, yes, thank-you!)
So this whole 9-5 office schedule, as opposed to my past job, is really tripping me out.
I've been hanging out when I can, though lately it's been way too hot to really want to do anything.
Monday I somehow ended up having dinner and drinks at Fox & Hound. With Jim, and old boyfriend of his who also somehow happens to be a friend of mine, and this guy's partner. I think "awkwardness" is the perfect word to describe that dinner. And then it started a torrential downpour. I got soaking wet. Omens, anyone?
Thursday after work I hung out With Casey and some guy who he cheated on me with back in the day at his house on Capital Hill (the shady part too, not the nice part). Now, you may be asking me, why the hell would you hang out with them? I dunno. Maybe I wanted to see Casey's new Mercedes. Yes, I'm always nosy, even with exes. Of course by the end of the night I was seriously regretting ever coming. But I never learn...
Friday after work I met Margo Fred, and Ken and we went to dinner at Foodbar DC on 17th. I really liked the food, had a couple of shots, hung out at Soho. And I ran into this guy Richard who I hadn't seen about two years.
Saturday I went with Ken to Chiaro. Got drunk (again) danced a little, saw a few people, definately saw some hot guys (they were never there before). Came home around five. I'm going to dinner at City Lights soon, so gotta run. The best Chinese food in DC, incidentally.

"Hold Me Closer, Tony Danza"
I saw a really funny webiste today, the Misheard Lyrics Hall of Fame. My personaly favorite would be Elton John's misheard lyrics. Funny stuff.

Monkey Business

I know I've been quiet for a while... more info and stuff coming later today after I get cleaned up (just woke up actually). But for your entertainment is this...



Apparently in South Korea last week to celebrate an Asia-Pacific Economic Cooporation meeting. What that has to do with an orangutan on water-skis I will never know. But it was an awfully funny picture I saw yesterday reading the Post on the Metro on the way to work.

I'm Easy Like Sunday Morning...

Sunday is the day of rest as they say, so today I've just been relaxing at home. I had all sorts of grandiose plans involving sunday brunch in Gaytown, getting up and kicking ass... but after I got home last night/morning, I slept until 1pm. Oh well.
This is going to be an intersting week for me, wish me luck. And you actually CAN wish me luck (for shits & giggles) at this site. It's a virtual candle-lighting, like the ones you see in churches and temples. Light one for me...

Trend Graveyard

And while I'm on the topic of rituals, it's time to hold a farewell ceremony (we hope) for yet another overkilled trend from 2004 that somehow survived into 2005...
Behold, the Livestrong Bracelets (and their miriad copycats):


Ugh! I can say I don't have any friends who wear these stupid fucking plastic bracelets. I used to have a few, but let's say it's now one of my red-flag criteria for instant dismissal. These stupid bracelets say "I follow whatever stupid fucking trend comes...AND I'm helping a charitable cause."
FUCK YOU! If you wear these, I hope you get 2nd-hand cancer from all the cigaretts I'm smoking. I'm going to make my own Livestrong bracelet. It will be black leather from an endangered species and all proceeds will go to developing a virus that will wipe out all stupid people. And it will be manufactured by Phillip Morris.

Ah what a pleasant sunday morning... birds are chirping....

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Another Day in the Blogosphere

Updates:

I forgot to include in my last post the crowing glory of last Sautrday night: when Ken tossed Bob into Dupont Circle fountain!

Sadly I was too inebriated to have taken a picture. And thus far, Bob has not developed any strange rashes from the fountain water.

Taking back SOhO:

Some good news for those of you who frequent a certain cafe on P & 22nd St, Monday's so-called "Comedy Night" is coming to a close!!!! Next Monday will ofiicially be the end of un-comedy night. I think I speak for all the cafe regulars when I say good riddance! Apparently all the comics are bitter because no one laughs at them... sure... it's OUR fault that you guys fucking suck.
And this is my blog so I can say what I want, this isn't slander it's my opinions but Paul Schorsch is the most unfunny man ever born. He's the Anti-Comedy. He can suck the funny out of a room. He apparently hosts sometimes at the DC Improv. Maybe he's funny when alcohol's involved. Ladies and gentlemen, don't laugh at this man.

Wedding & a Birthday

Well, it's been an eventful weekend. First, Friday was Raven and Kevin's wedding! Raven looked absoultely beautiful and I wish them the best. I don't have any pictures from the ceremony now, but I will post when I do.
Satruday was Ken's birthday (well, techincally it's today, Monday) so we (Bob and myself) celebreated by first going for lunch at drinks in Adams Morgan, and then paddleboating on the Tidal Basin by the Jefferson Memorial because that's something Ken's always wanted to do since moving to DC.
Then we met Margo and Fred at Lauriol Plaza on 18th for dinner and more drinks. It was a fun dinner for sure... (see photos)




After that we went on to the gay strip club, Wet where I had the fun of running into a guy I knew...working as a dancer. LOL, I was sure to give him a tip, the look on his face when he recognized me was worth the price of admission alone...
Ken got bored with the cock pretty quickly so we headed next door for a complete change of pace at the industrial club, Chiaroscuro. I got drunk as hell, really drunk. I'm sure I made a royal fool of myself... pictures NOT forthcoming.
And the rest, as they say, is history...

The Scandalous Fruit

Since the culinary arts are of my my little hobbies, I deicided to include this interesting article I came across today concerning the history of tomatoes. Yes, tomatoes, it's far more interesting than you might think.
Find out why Renaissance Europe referred to them as "love apples" by reading this.

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Recipe of the Month

Calamares Españoles del Escándalo de Adán
or, Adam's Scandalous Spanish Calamari

A wonderful tapas dish from Spain, with my own adjustments that make it uniquely my own, uniquely scandalous! ...
Ingredients (feeds 4-ish)

*1 1/4 lb small squid, cleaned.
*6 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
*1 fresh red chili, or dried chili flakes
*1 tsp regular paprika
*1 tsp Hungarian or Spanish smoked paprika (hot varieties...if you like heat you can use 2 tsp Hungarian paprika instead of mixing with the generic type paprika)
*1-2 cups all purpose flour
*3 garlic cloves (crushed or minced)
*1 tbsp Spanish sherry vinegar (or subst. with red wine vinegar)
*1 lemon (1 tsp grated lemon rind from this lemon as well as it's juice)
*2-3 tsp finely chopped, washed, fresh parsley
*kosher salt and fresh ground black pepper to taste

-Clean the squid if not already done. Keep the tentacles (be sure to exclude the beak) and cut the body portion into small rings (discard everything else).
Place squid in bowl and pour over 2 tsp of olive oil, the chili, the crushed/minced garlic, the paprika, salt, and pepper. Cover in bowl and let marinate in refrigerator for 2-4 hours.
-Toss the squid in the flour and bread lightly. Heat vegetable or olive oil in a wok or deep frying panover high heat until very hot. Slowly add small batches of squid (be VERY careful- squid like to pop and splatter!!!). Fry each batch for 30 second-1 minute. Don't overcook!
-After frying add the still-warm calamari into a large bowl. Toss in the sherry vinegar (add more or less to taste), the lemon rind, the lemon's juice, additional paprika if desired, and the parsley.
-Toss evenly and serve with extra lemon wedges and parsley.

Discussions

Word to live by (or rather, words I OUGHT to live by) :

Know the true value of time;
snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it.
No idleness; no laziness; no procrastination;
never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

-Lord Chesterfield

Updates on my life

Well, it's been a long ass time since I've updated my blog. Oh so many things have happened since my last post. Didn't end up going to Rehoboth Beach like I had planned, instead I spent the 4th of July on the balcony of Ken's new fabulous 13th floor apartment with him, Margo, Fred, Raven, Kevin, and myself. We had a great dinner party: Ken made manicotti and a great homemade dipping oil, and I made Spanish calamari (recipe forthcoming, I promise). All of the food turned out delicious, and we watched the DC fireworks from the comfort of his balcony, above and away from all the crowds.
Other stuff has happened too, but too much to review here. It's hard to believe summer is almost over!

Now, since someone was wondering what was going on with my blog, I have decided to finally shift my blog in a new direction. Starting today, I am going to have a little potpouri of everything, food, politics, life, thoughts, and reader comments encouraged.

Politics

For example, one reader's blog has been discussing the gay rights issues. In response to one of his essays, here are some of my thoughts on some aspects of gay life. To paraphrase him, he was discussing the recent gay pride parade in DC, and how the men dancing in thongs, etc., was not doing anything positive for the gay community. I beg to differ.. see below

I'll also leave my 1 1/2 cents about the topic above. While I agree with a lot of your argument, I feel I have to disagree when you say,
"it sends the wrong message to our hetero counterparts that we’re sex crazed, promiscuous perverts who’ll do anything for a cheap thrill."
My point of view is, so what? I think that is exactly where the gay movement has gone wrong, trying to curry favor with heteros by portraying ourselves as neat clean-cut upstanding citizens.
Why are we to be held to some lofty standard, when straight people are free to indulge in the same behaviors without their whole community being judged? A large portion of Middle America is never going to accept us (as the last elections show). Fuck 'em, I say. If they don't like us doing drugs or having lots of sex, fuck 'em. They aren't going to help us out either way. We don't owe Middle America anything at all, and since our rights don't seem to matter to them, their opinions of my leisure time don't matter to me.
There is a larger issue here, and it goes above even GLBT rights... the broader issue of freedom for everyone.
I think, rather than trying to imitate the Ozzy and Harriet lifestyle of suburban heteros, we need to take a different approach to gain straight allies.
When we approach this is a freedom issue (the freedom to do what you want with other consenting adults, regardless of gender) I think we will catch the attention of more heterosexuals. Because, we must remind them, if they take away our rights, you'll be next!

-So there...what do YOU think?

Books

Next to politics, my other passion. Thanks to Jonathan and his closeout from his offce at the now defunct (?) Lambda Literary Foundation (one the only gay literature organizations in the country) I have a ton of free books by gay authors. Right now I am reading "So Long Been Dreaming: Postcolonial Science Fiction and Fantasy."
It is an anthology of writers, some gay, some straight, from Africa, the Carribean, India, and Native Americans. Fascinating works that definately deserve the attention of anyone interested in speculative fiction. Highly reccomended!
As a result of reading it, I was to explore the works of writer Vandana Singh more.
More book reviews as my summer reading continues!

Win a Date With Adam Scandalous!

You know... everything else is going great in my life...all the major and minor drama has pretty much passed. But it seems I'm always getting involved with guys who seem right at first, and then...
and it's not like I WANT to be in relationships all the time...they just sort of happen, even when I just want a fuck-buddy.
So, to help me weed out potential co-dependents, psychos, Mr. Wrongs, and general losers, I have created the Adam Scandalous Dating Questionaire.
(feel free to print out and make copies for your friends) Fill one out today, and win a date with me!*
*subject to terms and conditions, open to legal residents of the 50 states and DC, must be 18 years of age or older, and have the maturity to match.

First:
*Have you ever been convicted of a felony and/or incarcerated? If so, PLEASE explain. I can't wait to hear...
*Have you ever been in a psychiatric facility? On meds? Do you have "issues?" Again, please explain.
*Have you been/are currently addicted to any narcotics. AA member?
*Please note Adam is NOT currently interested in "helping" you become something, completing you, or emotionally/finacially supporting you in any way.
*If you answered yes to any of these questions, consider yourself pretty much disqualified.
Now, the fun part:
What Adam is looking for

*Guys that are not from Louisiana or Quebec. No. Hands down, no. Nyet. Nein. Non.
*Guys that act their age.
*Guys that are out of the closet to their family and friends and co-workers. No, I am SICK of being anyone's "good friend."
*Guys that aren't afraid of Public Displays of Affection, especially in our own gay ghettos like Dupont.
*Guys that have managed to move out of mommy and daddy's basement in the suburbs.
*Guys who HATE Bjork
*Guys who have ambition
*Guys who take general care of their bodies...this includes certain grooming techniques...nobody should have to floss after oral sex.
*Guys who aren't cheapskates.
*Guys who can appreciate nightlife.
*Guys that are relatively punctual.
*Guys that like my friends, and whose friends like me (yes, I KNOW that one is asking a lot)
*Guys that aren't afraid to get dirty.
*Guys that like Thai food. And restaurants in general.
*Guys that like British comedies.
*Guys that HATE the Golden Girls (it's a long story...have an ex that was obsessed with that show...I could die a happy man without ever seeing that show again)
*Guys that like Universal Gear.
*Guys that aren't afraid to go in the Leather Rack.
*Guys that do NOT live in Logan Circle (again, long story)
*Guys that can be spontaneous in all situations.
*Guys that prefer tea to coffee.
*Guys that go to the gym.
*Guys that are NOT work-a-holics

-alright, I think I've exhausted my list for now. If you think you apply to most of the above, hit me up. I'm not bitter...no, me, never!

Multiple Sighs of Relief...

Well it seems the vast majority of the drama in my life has passed (knock on wood). Raven did not in fact get married yet, Bianca and DJ safely made to the airport Wednesday, and along with other more personal drama, your truly has not had a mental breakdown yet.
By the way, happy Summer, as Tuesday was the Summer Solstice (ie, the first day of Summer).
Second, Margo's birthday is coming up, so Happy Birthday, Margo!!

I'm not really sure where else to begin...so much has happened since my last post...

Drama!

Today and yesterday there has been so much drama!

First I learn about the drama about Ken staying with Margo and how he had to leave beacuse of a dispute. Then late last night Bianca calls me upset because her mom (whom she's staying with for awhile while visiting the East Coast) threw her out too after a dispute so DJ and her drove to her dad's house on the Eastern Shore, and then Raven calls this morning to tell me her and Kevin are thinking about rushing their wedding, eloping, and getting married TOMORROW!!!
Never a dull moment...

Happy Pride!

Happy Gay Pride to all! This weekend in DC was the annual Capital Pride celebration. But let me back up first...

Friday I spent some time with Bianca and DJ (the friends visiting from Portland Oregon) to take a night tour of the Lincoln Memorial and other stuff around the Mall. It was DJ's first time in Washington, so it was special for him.
Saturday we went together to Dupont Circle for the Gay Pride Parade. The parade was fabulous, and I have a ton of pictures to post as soon as I find a website to host all my images (I'm a cheap ass and don't want to pay for my own domain!)

It was wonderful, and we met up with Margo and Fred and went to Georgetown to get some shopping done for Bianca. We then headed back to Dupont to meet with Ken and Bob (yes, BOB, "I remember when Bob and I..." that Bob) and we went as a group over to the Brickskeller for beer and dinner, and Raven joined us too.
The next day along with Bianca (DJ split off to go check out the Holocaust Museum) I went to the second part of pride weekend, the Capital Pride street festival, on Pennsylvania Ave. It was absolutely hot as hell, but it was great to see people. At one end there was a stage for various artists, and I managed to catch Deborah Cox's performance. You know, I've never been a big Deborah Cox fan at all, but I have to say, she gave a FIERCE live performance, and it was cool to be that close to her. Aside from the music, free stickers and beads, it was way too hot to really enjoy it. So we went to Adams Morgan for dinner with Ken, walked back to Dupont Circle as night fell and relaxed in the circle. Somehow by the end of the night I was exhausted from all the walking and heat.
Today I went to help Margo since she had to take her car to the dealership, so I offfered her a ride home. Only it seemed everywhere I tried to go there was some major accident or construction! Argh! I was an hour late picking her up, I felt so bad, but around here, what can you do?

Under Pressure

It's been a busy week for me, and about to get busier. First off, it's been hotter than Hell all week thus far.

Monday there was a spectacular thunderstorm, something just short of a hurricane! It was something to see. Oh, my friend Bianca and her boyfriend DJ have come from Portland, Oregon, to stay for most of the month of June and sightsee around Maryland, DC, & Virginia. They arrived this past weekend. I've been busy during the weekdays this week, so I can't spend much time with them unfortunately. But we will have all weekend hopefully.
I also wish I could take the time to go visit Laura and Ian. We have kept in touch, and we always talk about hanging out, but I haven't yet (still) had the time to come to Richmond. Hopefully you guys can up here someday too! I also have two more job interviews, one tomorrow. Yes, as a friend said, finding a job IS a full-time job, especially in DC! I of course continue to work my other job, but I'm always searching for greener pastures... namely the greener pastures that offer 40K a year and benefits.

Yesterday I ran into my friend Joe, who I hadn't seen in some time. He was around Dupont to water Chris's plants while he's abroad in Costa Rica. So we started talking and he made the observation that I only seem to date older guys. Which brings me to..
I'm a Daddy's Boy
-or, Why Adam Only Dates Older Men
Hmmm. Actually the youngest guy I've dated was 25 (or 15, depending if you use actual years or maturity level). All the others have been in the 27-33 range. I just turned 24 this April. So it's not that great an age difference usually, but I've noticed there are great variations in maturity levels from 18-24 approximately. That is to say, an 18 year old fresh out of high school is not going to have a lot in common with me as a 24 year old, even though there's only 5-6 year age difference. Whereas with someone 5-6 years older than me, there would be less maturity-difference because we'd both have been in the "real world" so a significant amount of time.

(Anderson Cooper of CNN News, one of the sexier older men out there...)
So what I am saying is this: I have no problems having a fling with say, some shaggy-haired 19-year old boy. But when it comes to actually having a mature relationship, I need someone older, experienced, mature, financially and emotionally stable. Men are like wine...the more they mature the better they get!

Good Ridance to Bad Rubbish

I'm thankful for the passage of time... if only because when you're having a shitty day, you know that at midnight a new day will technically begin, hopefully a better one. Normally I'm upbeat and perky in this blog, but I'll go ahead and say it, yesterday fucking sucked balls.
Depsite many things going very well in my life, allow me to bitch about the things that, while trivial, collectively attacked me all at once yesterday: headache, waiting for a friend visiting from out-of-town to contact me, my family bitching at me, Jim out of town, stuck in traffic for an hour and a half, rain, Casey (me ex) contacting me and starting an argument...
I swear some days you just regret getting out of fucking bed in the first place. I should be happy, ecstatic, at all the things going on in my life, but yesterday was the dumps. So I took an extra dose of St. John's Wort, laid in the sun, and have generally had an Adam Day.
Some good news reached my ears though as a result of a phone conversation yesterday...
Hitler Goes West
Yes, Hitler (AKA Casey, my ex) has a job interview this thursday in Los Angeles, California for some company... Do you realize what this means??? Casey not only could potentially be leaving this city, but he could be moving clear across the fucking continent!! I'll never have to see him again!! I'm doing a little dance as we speak! Move! Move! Move!
So, my faithful reader, light a candle, pray to whatever power you believe in, but let's hope he gets this job and leaves DC once and for all.

"Til a Landslide Brought Me Down..."

Well, maybe those of you up in the news recall yesterday in Laguna Beach, California, there was a huge landslide that brought down several houses.
Well, as it turns out, Jim has been in Orange County (The OC) visiting his family. It didn't occur to me until after I saw the evening news that, oh shit, Jim's family lives in Laguna Beach, and I hadn't heard from him in some time. So here I was thinking poor Jim was burried under mud and rubble, but alas, he is ok.
He contacted me and he is alright, the house is alright too (the landslide occured 2 blocks from him). That's California for you. Eathquakes, landslides, fires. I like DC a lot more...very little happens here, at least in the way of natural disasters. Man-made disasters are another story altogether.

Adam's World Tour

It occured to a few days ago whether I was a well-traveled person or not. Most of my friends seem to have done more travelling than I have, but then, this is Washington so that doesn't say much. Just a thought...
Countries Adam has visited:

United States - Well, this one is obvious. Cities I have have spent large amounts of time in: Washington DC, New York, Philadelphia, Cincinnatti, San Francisco, Portland, Baltimore. States I have at least visited: DC, Virginia, Maryland, North & South Carolina, Georgia, Pennsylvania, Ohio, New Jersey, New York (upstate & city), Delaware, West Virginia, California, Oregon, Washington State.

Canada - Montreal and Quebec City

United Kingdon - London, Dover

France - Calais, Paris, Bordeaux, Carcassone, Nice, Cannes

Monaco

Spain - Barcelona

Italy - Florence, Pisa, Orvieto, Rome, Naples, Sorrento, Capri, Bari, Ancona, Venice

Vatican - (Does that really count?)

San Marino

Greece - Patras, Athens, Piraeus, Thesolloniki, Mykonos, Naxos, Tinos, Delos

Austria - Vienna

Germany - Munich, Mainz

Liechtenstien - Vaduz(another city-state...do these really count?)

Switzerland - Lucerne

The Netherlands - Amsterdam, Vollendam, Monickendam, Edam

Belgium - Brussles

South Korea -Seoul, In'chon, Suwon

So that brings my count up to 17 nations, including the city-states. Not too shabby for a 24- year old I suppose.

Countries that Adam has not seen, but would like to:

Russia
Sweden
Iceland (Scandanavian boys!!)
Thailand
Cyprus
Malta
Portugal
Turkey
Cuba
Brazil

As you can see, for the most part, I like the warmer, Mediterranean climates. What can I say?

4 days off...

First off, Happy Black Gay Pride to those concerned. The streets of DC were certainly all the more colorful for it. I for one enjoyed it... lots of tall handsome muscular "chocolate" running around the streets is perfectly fine by me!

Let's see... so thursday night Ken hung out with me. Somehow, and I'm not exactly sure how, we wound up going down into Rock Creek Park (the park between Dupont Circle and Georgetown) around 11 pm. Basically Ken had never seen DC's most infamous "cruising parks" so I figured we'd play tourguide and tourist and go for a little walk. Yes, I know this is the same park where Chandra Levy was found chopped up...

Anyway, we go down into the locally-dubbed "P Street Beach" area, and there's a couple guys cruising, a guy whiping his dick out, the sounds of belt-buckles unfastening and pants dropping. In other words the usual stuff. Well we walk in the other direction toward the Q Street bridge and Ken tells me he has to take a piss. So I walk away to give him his privacy. So I walk aways up the trail and I'm standing by myself when all of the sudden 4 men appear out of the darkness and are saying something provocative to me. I pretend like I'm not interested and start to step back and they come closer to me.
And that's when all four start running toward me. Folloing my instincts, I immediately dart through the trees towards where I left Ken. I catch up to him, still being chased by four muscle-queens, tell him we gotta get the fuck out of here, and start this mad race through the dark not knowing where we're going, but we're going, still being chased.
We somehow emerged from the park behind the big church on 23rd St. As we spilled into the well-lit street, our chasers stopped following us and turned back.
There's a lesson in there somewhere.

Later we hung out in Adams Morgan reminiscing over our little adventure with all the drunks along 18th St. It was only the beginning of the long weekend.
Friday night I did quite a bit of cooking that evening (recipes forthcoming) since Friday has become Adam's cooking day. Still a bit shook up by my almost-rape/murder the night before, I had coffee with Ken, Bob, and Kurt. And surprisingly with the four of us at one table there was no drama. It was actually really nice!
Saturday I went with Ken (Bob was supposed to go, but didn't) to this hookah-bar called Oasis Cafe. I love hookahs! Over puffs of scented tobacco and descent Arabic food, Ken and I caught up on a lot of shit. Later we went to Soho and met up with Raven and Seth. This brings me to a story...

But first I'd like to interrupt with a random picture of my celebrity crush. Chris Carrabba... I'm going to start the Chris Carrabba Queerbois Fan Club. Let's have a moment of silence for this..

Moving Right along...Last week a certain guy friend whom I've known for a long time asked me out. Now, I know this guy has liked me for a long time, and there's always been a sexual tension between us. But everytime he makes any sort of move, I'm involved with someone. I guess it's partially my fault too, as I was too chicken to make a move myself. At any rate, I've been seeing this other guy for awhile now (THAT'S a story for another blog entry) and so I had to tell this guy without hurting his feelings (I hope) that I just can't right now.

Sunday I woke up hella-late and was reminded I said I'd go shopping with Margo, Fred, and Ken. We met at Margo's place and went to Chinatown so Margo could peruse the markets for Chinese herbs and teas for her ailments. We were starving for brinner (brunch + dinner = brinner, for those days when you wake up hungover and 3 pm and haven't eaten) so we followed the smell of food into one of the Chinese places for dinner. Pretty good, even though I'm still partial to City Lights on Connecticut Ave. (though admitedly it took me awhile to be able to go back after all those years dating Hitler, I mean, Casey.. it's his favorite restaurant).

Later with Ken I went to Biddy Mulligan's bar in the Jury's hotel on Dupont Circle for drinks with his friends Cary and Steven. Steven's hot...a boxer, well-dressed, handsome. Cary's a very lucky girl! Anyway after that we went for coffee and ran into aformentioned guy who's been asking me out. Based on his little behaviors last night, I really do hope he understands I am TAKEN at the moment.