There are 2 hours left until I have to hop a BART train and go to the airport. I'll have a layover in JFK and then on to Vermont where I will lose my English speaking privileges (there's a Language Pledge they take pretty seriously), but don't worry bloggers, I will blog in English for you despite it all. Although I will throw in a couple of entries in Spanish, Google Translate or Bablefish can help you out.
So to summarize my last weekend in California in one word.... "Funtastilicious." No, that is not a real word, but rather a combination of "fun" "fantastic" and "delicious." I have gorged myself on 4 burritos in the last 3 days, among banana milkshakes (1AM snack in Oakland), tacos, quesadillas, galettes, and too many Long Island ice teas to count... hence the "delicious" aspect. I have partied in Dolores Park (Dyke march), Badlands (midday drinking, WHY NOT!?), the Fox Theatre (Goldfrapp concert), the Haight (random wandering through town), the Civic Center (Backstreet Boys concert for Pride), and various other places over the Pride weekend - "fun"; and it has all been with amazing people who I would descibe as nothing less than "fantastic". Shoutouts to Lauren, Paul, Nicole, Rachel, Lily, Max, Kristan, Emmy, Drew, another Nicole, and so many others. I corazon you all very very much.
Ok so enough with the mushy stuff, onward to the entertaining stories!! On Saturday I went to Badlands bar for one last dance. Every other time I have gone I always find myself drunkenly stumbling to La Tortilla taqueria at 2AM to soak up some of that latent tequila that's still in my system, but this time I found myself buzzed and dancing at approximately 4PM. While I don't wish to implicate anyone in illegal activities, I will mention that none of the people with me had brought their IDs since it was midday and no one cards at the doors. It dawned on us that we might not get drinks if they ask to see proof of our age so I, being the oldest looking one, was sent to buy everyone's drinks. In two hours I ordered around 8 Long Islands (not all for me) and I tried my best to hit up different bartenders so they wouldn't think I was a raging alcoholic. No one thought twice about my seemingly excessive alcohol consumption, but one bar tender did stick his tongue out at me while counting back my change. I won't lie, I was surprised and kind of confused and couldn't stop myself before blurting out "WHAT WAS THAT?!" I think he realized his flirting didn't quite pan out how he expected and transitioned into asking me my birthday.
"November 19th," I evasively replied. Again, not having the conversation go in the direction he was expecting it to (i.e. asking my age for the drinks) he stuttered and sheepishly said, "I meant, what year...is..."
"1986. I'm a Scorpio. What's your sign?!" I over-aggressively shot back without realizing. He smiled and thanked me for my patronage and turned away with a wink. Flattering? Possibly. Crazy? Mostly. For those reading this who don't know me that well, this is just another example of my "succsessful" interacting with guys. Life is hard...
