Sharky Bar:
I usually avoid live music. The bars get packed with people I don't know, and if the band sucks, well...Enough said. It wasn't a problem Friday night. Betty Ford and the GT Falcons laid down their brand of punk rock to a full house. I caught the last set and was nicely suprised. Check them out if you get a chance. Also remembered:
- An arm wrestling contest. Bad move. A massive Russian won. He's going back to Pattaya and telling all of his friends about the great time he had at Sharky Bar (crushing weak capitalists), and this time next year, the bar'll be full of testosterone-fueled Russians looking for trouble and arguing over their bill. These dudes seemed pretty cool, but...keep the strength contests limited to the ladies.
- On that note, shout out to Chairman Mao winning a hard-fought battle over a
fun-loving Sumo. An epic battle of strength, determination, and chicks getting sweaty with each other. - Grown men racing tricycles around the bar for money (well...bar tabs.) It was too much for Dredge who used a well-timed trip that sent his good friend W off the bike and sprawled out on the floor. Nicely done.
- No midgets! I heard there would be midgets. (Sorry...Little People.)
- A Midori promo complete with cheap Midori drinks, free hats & shirts, and vomit - all over the bathroom floor, sink, urinal....
Howies Bar:
The regular cast
and crew getting bombed and talking about the things that make a difference:- Lube. Everyone digging Astro-glide. A classic. Gotta try it. I'm pretty happy with the Number 1 Plus packets. Also rated very highly: Eros by Pjure. We all gave Durex Play a big thumbs down.
- Why do people video themselves having sex...I can see watching others, but I'm the last person I want to see gettin' it on....
- Methaqualine. At a pharmacy near you.
- SOHO3 Bar. Better go now. They may be re-formatting soon, or simply shutting down all together. Protection ain't protection, unless it protects. (You can quote me on that.)
Walkabout:
Chilling with the BigShark and M-104. Digging the ladies and the cool weather. Howie stopped in to say hi, and we got to see him renew his feud with M-104. So much for the holiday spirit bringing people together. Some things aren't meant to be. Dig.
Took a cute but bitchy VN-KH figuring it would suck. She was pretty cool. I like it when that happens.
Low expectations. The key to happiness.
1 comment:
Ahhhh yess the lube tube! The numero uno packs PLUS actually are not bad stuff. Maybe it's just me but anything tagged with the Number One label always sets my mind drifting off to the places where you usually run accross their products. In the dimmly lit back room of cardboard partition walled dirty knock shop. Standing at attention preparing to overstuff the house given standard 2 count of sausage casings with your own meat filler. While you are trying to figure out which smells worse, the grimey mattress in your love cubicle, or the pop tart laying on top of it spread eagle ready to take one for the home team! So I guess standing there hammered tearing into a pack of Plus Gel with your teeth before application is kind of a bonus factor really adding to the experience overall. But for the times when you don't find yourself in that scenerio like when your at home. On your own stinky matress and tart I stand behind the choice of Astronauts...no not fucking Tang!!! ASTROGLIDE (www.astroglide.com) personal lubricant has got the motts! If it was sold in an industrial size with a hand pump dispenser I would buy it and keep it bedside always. Bottles are strategically placed throughout my house in anticipation of that unexpected "encounter" which could spring up out of nowhere. But when it comes to those especially tight squeezes, EROS is king. hands down.
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