Feb. 4th, 2019 03:45 pm
Iss mir egal
My weekend ending up being social despite the fact that none of my scheduled events worked out. Friday's happy hour was sacrificed to condo solidarity and the fallout from that was that I didn't have the energy to clean up my place for Saturday cocktails. I had mixed feelings about ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
walkthelight's Superbowl party on Sunday; I was happy to be invited, but in the end I decided I couldn't attend in good conscience and took a friend up on dinner instead.
He drove me out to Budlong Woods for dinner at a Korean sushi joint, Sushi Joon. It's not a large place and all tables but one were taken up by a large party of queer youth celebrating a birthday. The remaining table held a family who said they'd be leaving "in half an hour to forty minutes", so we decided to take a stroll in the unseasonably warm weather and check in later.
On the way, we passed Utjeha Café, which looked vaguely Balkan (I later Googled and found that it owes the name to a resort town in Montenegro), and a Colombian bakery. We popped into the later to get warm but unfortunately the lights threatened to give my companion a migraine so he waited outside for me while I bought some flan, arepas, and rosquitas de yuca, something neither of us had seen before and both liked.
Not only did the family clear out shortly after we got back to the restaurant but so did the birthday party, so we went from not having a seat to being the only customers. We split a bowl of seafood soup with soba noodles that was generous without being overstuffed, a serving of tempura, and a couple of rolls. I began to regret having a snack before I left the house.
I hadn't gotten much done that day on account of having been out pass two and up until 3 a.m. at Touché. It was nice to arrive early for a change. I got to chat a bit with strangers at the bar and to enjoy some really eclectic DJing. At least three or four times I stopped my conversation dead to exclaim "Oh my god I can't believe they're playing this" and I was far from the only one.
It was a busy night, with plenty of frisky good-looking men I didn't recognise, and I should've been somewhat horny on account of missing my rendezvous with Pasillero that week, but somehow the whole scene failed to stir me. I had several fun chats and got attention (some of it unwanted) but my willy failed to wake up. Maybe I'm just Over It?
walkthelight's Superbowl party on Sunday; I was happy to be invited, but in the end I decided I couldn't attend in good conscience and took a friend up on dinner instead.He drove me out to Budlong Woods for dinner at a Korean sushi joint, Sushi Joon. It's not a large place and all tables but one were taken up by a large party of queer youth celebrating a birthday. The remaining table held a family who said they'd be leaving "in half an hour to forty minutes", so we decided to take a stroll in the unseasonably warm weather and check in later.
On the way, we passed Utjeha Café, which looked vaguely Balkan (I later Googled and found that it owes the name to a resort town in Montenegro), and a Colombian bakery. We popped into the later to get warm but unfortunately the lights threatened to give my companion a migraine so he waited outside for me while I bought some flan, arepas, and rosquitas de yuca, something neither of us had seen before and both liked.
Not only did the family clear out shortly after we got back to the restaurant but so did the birthday party, so we went from not having a seat to being the only customers. We split a bowl of seafood soup with soba noodles that was generous without being overstuffed, a serving of tempura, and a couple of rolls. I began to regret having a snack before I left the house.
I hadn't gotten much done that day on account of having been out pass two and up until 3 a.m. at Touché. It was nice to arrive early for a change. I got to chat a bit with strangers at the bar and to enjoy some really eclectic DJing. At least three or four times I stopped my conversation dead to exclaim "Oh my god I can't believe they're playing this" and I was far from the only one.
It was a busy night, with plenty of frisky good-looking men I didn't recognise, and I should've been somewhat horny on account of missing my rendezvous with Pasillero that week, but somehow the whole scene failed to stir me. I had several fun chats and got attention (some of it unwanted) but my willy failed to wake up. Maybe I'm just Over It?