When I say "Let's go!", it's time to go...
When I say it's time to go, it's time to go! Sometimes, every once in a while,my Divo nature comes out. When I say I want to leave, it's usually a good thing to follow me out the door. Why, let me give you an example. Remember my friend, Graig? The one that stayed at The Factory? Well, it turns out that the guy that he was dancing with got really freaky and clingy. He was pawing at him, telling him that he's noticed him before, all those cheesy lines that you'd expect about an hour before the "sidewalk sale" that materializes in front of every gay bar in town as soon as the lights come back on. Graig was so freaked out, that he left the club. A little while later, he noticed that the guy was following him. Graig had to break into a quick gallop and he literally ran all the way home. He should have left with the rest of us. Well, at least we know that he has arrived. Because, you have not made it in this town, until you have had your very own stalker.
Dinner at Gozar was quite enjoyable. I love the way that they start preparing the "Jonathan Divatini" when they see crossing the street. Because walking across the street can make this bitch quite thirsty. Chris sat us in a different table this time, because they had just sat someone down at my table a few minutes before I arrived. It turned out alright, as we sat in the patio drinking cocktails. Momma arrived a little while later and joined us. I had to have them fix her a Diva-tini as quickly as possible, as she was exhausted and thirsty from being at the Trevor Project pool party all afternoon. Later we had a few twirls at The Abbey, where Philip made sure that we did not have to wait for our cocktails. I mean there was a huge crowd around his bar station, and we were all feeling very dehidrated and in need of liquid sustenance. We only stayed for a short while, as it was quite crowded, and unless we are escorted to some sort of reoped off section, the crowd there can be very overwhelming. I get a rash when there are too many people around.
East West Lounge finally opened. Trip must have been biting his nails, because the construction crew were literally working up to the last few minutes before the first event. There have been and will be a few more private parties before the official grand opening. Let's see if this boystown can sustain an upscale locale at the site of the historic Revolver.
I'll upload more pictures and information once I get back on my own computer.