Apr
25
Sometimes, feelings hit you by surprise.
Case in point, I am here in Las Vegas, having spent the past four days as a guy with GF at a Rockabilly convention. What a fabulous event it was, demonstrating that the 60-year old spirit of 1950s rock and roll, rhythm and blues and country hillbilly music is alive and well and that the next generation will keep the faith in impressive numbers and with ample exuberance.
Everyone was dolled up impressively in vintage fashions, with a certain modern edge for the younger set, the old and beautiful cars were on display, and The Killer himself – Jerry Lee Lewis – rocked the stage in impressive form.
In this environment, GF has (correctly) ordained that it is appropriate that we go as boy and girl – and I play the part of boy, cuz she’s no good at it. Her soft voice, ample bust and very curvy hips make it pretty much impossible for her, but that’s a subject for another time.
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Jul
08
The last of the major evening events for our Las Vegas week was a takeover of the entire VIP section of the Piranha Club.
The club surprised us by welcoming us with a huge poster. That was nice!
It was the full VIP experience, with three private rooms, lit in soft red light, bottle service and comfy couches. Those of us that wanted to dance went downstairs and gyrated to the pulses of “Club Music” which, I confess, sounds largely all the same to me. I danced a bit among the sweaty gay boys and some friends from the group, but for the most part enjoyed intimate conversation in the VIP room.
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Jun
01
I have been back from Wildside and Las Vegas for two weeks now, and somehow haven’t managed a report on the fabulous week I spent there.
I didn’t really know what to expect when I finally met up with these Wildside gals. The main reason I chose this group is that they seemed a lot more fun and raunchy than the other. As much as I desired to let my hair down and have a good time – rather than just a nice, proper and evolved time – I worried that I might be too tame for this crowd. How wild and crazy were they? How far would they go? How far would I go? There is only so much you can tell from online interaction, right?
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May
11
If the allure of spending some time in San Diego weren’t already obvious to me from visiting the nearby beach towns, breakfast at Hash House a Go-Go followed later by pink cupcakes and espresso at Babycakes are further ambassadors of the city’s attractiveness as a place to hang out.
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May
09
Duuuuuuude!!!!
I went out to the beach towns of Pacific Beach and Ocean Beach to see the beach and eat at Hodad’s.
It is incredibly cold for a 75 degree day on these coastal towns, and a fair-skinned lass like myself can find herself burned to a crispy red without ever feeling much heat! So, I took the precaution of slabbering sunscreen everywhere. I have noticed the dry, aged weathered skin of so many Southern Californians that is due to the unending supply of irresistibly beautiful sunny days and that has scared me into using sunscreen – which I rarely do.
Ocean Beach is a nice sun-kissed beach town and comes with an extensive collection of California stereotypes.
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