Eagle 2000

[Present day weirdness...]

[Spent this lovely Sunday late morning/early afternoon cleaning the bedroom with John. We're slobs, and every once in a while, the mess gets to both of us, and we spend a good two or three hours just getting rid of the shit. We did that today, did what I thought was a good job, but still managed to fight about it. By the time our friend Patrick came over, we were barely speaking, but the presence of a third party made us act nice, and eventually, we were feeling nice, too.]

[Patrick suggested that this beautiful Sunday afternoon might be well spent drinking cheap beer at the SF Eagle, a bar known for its leather daddies and facial hair. John was so not into it, but I was, so another friend Harvey and his guest, Trent, picked us up and drove Patrick and me to the Eagle.]

[Friends, it was one of those times when you feel like you know everyone. First of all, long-time fans will be interested to know that Matt "Call Me!" Cleary HAS NOT CHANGED. He was there, getting drunk in one of those obnoxious Abercrombie-esque fisherman's hats with AN AL GORE BUTTON pinned to the side. Matt had always been enthusiatically for the mainstream candidate: since Harriet Miller ran for mayor of Santa Barbara, thru Willie Brown in our own fair City by the You Know, Matt has always actually been enthusiastic for the safe, don't rock the boat candidate. Gag me with several kitchen implements, and vote for Ralph Nader in November.]

[Anyway, I noticed several other guys I feel like I always see whenever I go out. I never go out, yet there they were. Weird, and unsavory. I think I'll stay home and watch all my Bette Davis movies and listen to all my Smiths albums and be a good boyfriend to John for awhile. Until I don't...]

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