thought for the day

With this hurricane.
 Seriously.

quiet night in the quarter

So last night for a friend's birthday we went to the quarter.
It was dead.
Bored at the regular clubs, we ended up on a hunt for some mythic Brigadoon of gay strip clubs....a place new and "hidden". How exciting!

Sadly, we found it.
A barker with bad teeth lead us to a back door of a daiquiri shop.
He opened it to reveal a small room.

On stage- a bored looking stripper, "Blueberry".

Blueberry is wearing a bikini top and a few dollar bills, hanging from the pole, ass cheeks still jiggling from the effort of getting upside down.
But somehow still bored.
Hanging on the walls are the other strippers, in Underoos, sullenly watching a football game.

We left before I could even get a drink....
and went to the much more respectable Corner Pocket, the only club where the ratio of strippers outnumbers that of customers.

One of the strippers had the audacity to check his iphone on the stage.
Can you even?
Kids these days.
And another wore Uggs...with socks.
Disgusting.

Oh, and now there's a hurricane coming.
 Coincidence?

sticker shock

because...why, yes, I'm just that sophomoric.

Thought for the day*

*R.I.P.

Just another day in the neighborhood.

Meanwhile, while I was off in the boring suburbs (see below), this was going on.
Leave it to me to be in the wrong place at the wrong time...again.
Dammit
Next time, I just hope the jockeys are chimps... like God intended it to be.



via worldofwonder

Inspirational advice

Always remember:

Time is precious. Never waste it.

Never let obstacles keep you from what you want out of life

And one day your dreams may come true.

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I keep a lot of notes, receipts and junk in my wallet.

Anyway, last night I was in line in the drive-through of McDonald's.
I rolled up.
The cashier bounded to the window like a puppy. He was friendly and cute...
and just as gay as could be.
"$6.75, please," he said with a smile.

I reached into my wallet and gave him the money.
"Thank you!"
 He handed me back a note with my change.
I was puzzled....and then looked at it.
The number was from a former coworker.

Then I realized.....it must have been stuck to one of my bills.
"Oh my god," I thought.  "This poor boy must think I'm flirting with him, giving him my number!"
I was mortified.

By the time I got to the pick up window, however, I found myself feeling kinda hurt.
I mean really.
I realized I'd actually been dissed.
Cold.

Ah well...at least fries never reject you, right? 
Well, almost.


 

Reminder

Hair show

Because I take my job over at the salon so very seriously, as you can see, I've been dutifully working on my craft.

My casting couch styling chair's been working overtime.
Let's see who looks pretty enough for the much coveted title of " Mr. August Hair".
Who should it be?

Irving, with "The Fro"

Sven here, with "The Deluxe Carol Channing"

Giambattista,  rocking "The Jesus (with highlights)"

Jean Claude with "The Salt n Pepa's Here, and We're in Effect"

Marco with "The Turtle wax Helmet"

Dave here, sporting "The Joan Holloway"

Jesús with "The Brazilian Blowout"

thought for the day*

*rip

just cuz

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Let's take a trip to the thrift store...

Shall we?

The display case. Apparently the short gray wigs are a hot commodity, too much temptation for the shoplifters. So they have to be kept behind glass.

Tammy Faye and Jim Baker album, in original wrapper.

A syntactical mystery in the men's room. Do we need good luck because he is excreting? Or is he, more profoundly, excreting good luck, like a golden egg.  Discuss. 

Our Lady of the Drag queens. Are you scared yet?

What I bought

Cute boy at mirror, checking out which red dress looked best on him. 

Dresses he left behind. Thank god, he picked the red spaghetti strapped one.

Super groovy couch I did not buy

very classy Easter Island tissue dispenser.

Lovely old sconces I did buy.  5 dollars!

Used condom in parking lot.  Guess someone got overly excited by something in there. Had to be that the gray wigs, right?