hey ladies!!!!

Saturday night I head down to 16th and Valencia with lovely roommates Bunny and Leslie and meet up with our friend Greg and his Girlfriend who are in town up from Hollywood for the weekend. Two pitchers of margaritas, a lot of chips and salsa and a huge entree later I'm feeling really god and really full. But Leslie and I have decided to go meet up with my Gay Boy Friend Kevin, and his two roommates Kyle and Diana in the Castro. Partying with Kevin in the Castro is always an adventure. Let me tell you something. That boy parties to the edge of fucking death and he will drag you down with him too!

True to form he drags us from The Mix to Badlands to the Pendulum over to the Midnight Sun and then back to The Mix and then prompts you to bring your unfinished drink outside to the streets so we can finish our party post 2 a.m. curfew. While some drunk girl decides to pee behind somones garbage cans. I guess that's what they get for living right next to a shitload of bars in the queer district. hahaha. Many a people I have known have taken a piss outside in the Castro. I not being one of them however. I'm a lady bitches! I can usually hold it forever. There are exceptions though like if I'm inside a bar with a fully functional bathroom and no line! I'll be going every 1/2 hour if the drinks keep coming. But none of this is really relevant to my story.

So yes, being drunk taking a cab home with the wierdest asian lady trying to drive you home who has the squeakiest whiney voice ever... and Leslie kept encouraging her to talk by asking her questions I was about to die laughing! and then I thought it would be a good idea to tell people to come over.. at 3 in the morning. while I'm drunk. thankfully no one listened to me.