Jun. 29th, 2009 10:15 am
Observing the forms
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mikiedoggie's entries. They're becoming more and more of a mocking reminder what kind of fabulous gay life I could have if I could only be bothered to, you know, go out and do stuff once and a while. I still make it to Bear Night every couple of months (it helps that's literally a stone's throw from my door) or Dollar Burger Night occasionally, but the big events like Gay Pride and Market Days have completely dropped off my social calendar. Once the thrill of being surrounded with throngs of half-naked homosexuals begins to dim, what else do they have to offer you but watered drinks and nasty sunburns?
Which means I was caught entirely off guard today when, returning from a family brunch at Chief O'Neill's, I was struck with longing for the rainbow crowds. By that time, the parade was winding down, so I looked online for what we quaintly called the "rally site" back in the days when this was still ostensibly a political event and turned up bupkiss. I could've simply hopped a bus to Halsted and hung out on the street, but that called up some unhappy memories.
Which is how I came to sitting on the back deck of a near-deserted gay bar in my neighbourhood sipping what has to be the worst Tom Collins I've ever had in my life.monshu saw me moping around the house, and so when I suggested walking over to Jackhammer for a drink, he readily agreed. Bizarrely, it worked; I felt better for having "gotten out of the house" even if--paradoxically--we spent most of our time talking about how to decide what improvements to make over the summer.
I concluded that what I need to do is throw that Big Gay Party I've always wanted to. That may have to wait until next year, but I could easily ramp up to it with some cocktail soirees, game nights, and things of that sort. Something to get us back on the map of the gay social scene until I'm nothing but a bitter old man surfing X-Tube in my underwear and wondering where all my friends went.
mikiedoggie's entries. They're becoming more and more of a mocking reminder what kind of fabulous gay life I could have if I could only be bothered to, you know, go out and do stuff once and a while. I still make it to Bear Night every couple of months (it helps that's literally a stone's throw from my door) or Dollar Burger Night occasionally, but the big events like Gay Pride and Market Days have completely dropped off my social calendar. Once the thrill of being surrounded with throngs of half-naked homosexuals begins to dim, what else do they have to offer you but watered drinks and nasty sunburns?Which means I was caught entirely off guard today when, returning from a family brunch at Chief O'Neill's, I was struck with longing for the rainbow crowds. By that time, the parade was winding down, so I looked online for what we quaintly called the "rally site" back in the days when this was still ostensibly a political event and turned up bupkiss. I could've simply hopped a bus to Halsted and hung out on the street, but that called up some unhappy memories.
Which is how I came to sitting on the back deck of a near-deserted gay bar in my neighbourhood sipping what has to be the worst Tom Collins I've ever had in my life.
monshu saw me moping around the house, and so when I suggested walking over to Jackhammer for a drink, he readily agreed. Bizarrely, it worked; I felt better for having "gotten out of the house" even if--paradoxically--we spent most of our time talking about how to decide what improvements to make over the summer.I concluded that what I need to do is throw that Big Gay Party I've always wanted to. That may have to wait until next year, but I could easily ramp up to it with some cocktail soirees, game nights, and things of that sort. Something to get us back on the map of the gay social scene until I'm nothing but a bitter old man surfing X-Tube in my underwear and wondering where all my friends went.
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