Lance & (Gay) Greg and Beth & (Metro) Greg opened their compound to friends and family and we all had a grand old time. I enjoyed new and old friends, and had some unexpected quality time with Glenn whom I had met only the night before. And a well-earned shout out to Glenn. Blasts from the past Michael Driver and Mike Grace were about, and it seemed like (really) old times.
It comes as no surprise to Michael that he is the gayest guy I know so I have no compunctions in posting that here. After all, he used to go by Saltina, because he is Queen of the Crackers. I mention this just for blog's sake as I wanted to mention all the tiny yippy dogs people brought to the party. Dogs that could not have been more faggy. Michael named his fluffy little dog, and I am not making this up, Matt Damon.
I'm just sayin'.
Pleasures of the Day:
David Britt's parents
Although I will say that with the pending wedding of her remaining single and hetero son, Mrs., Britt was a bit morose, and after several tales of parental coldness, emotional abuse, and suicide, many of us felt like putting our heads in the oven. Thank God for the preponderance of booze and grilled meats.
Exhibit A.
The recently single and frantically seeking Mike Grace with Shilpa
Jeff and (Charming) Greg
(Greg I had not seen since Thanksgiving)
The absolutely fabulous Jason and Lindsay.
Jason claims to be South African (another "African American") but oddly has an Australian accent. Hmmmmm.
And typical to a San Franciscan holiday:
Michael (with whom I shared a plane ride back from Nashville returning from Swan Ball) remarked with disbelief, or perhaps just frustration, that it was the fourth of JULY, and you could see your breath in the cold air.
Fireworks, for me at least, came later.
However, equally foggy.
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