New Shoes, Old Gays, and Sarah Says She's Lame

Hey all...

Where does the time go...sunrise, sunset, and the weekend is gone!

I'm not sure about your neck of the woods, but pretty much every weekend this year has been pretty crappy when it comes to weather. A week ago Sunday was nice, but a little windy. Rain, snow, cool temps, it's all getting old.

I arrive in the Big City under a blanket of light grey clouds, thinking, 'hmm...I hope it doesn't rain at the St. Patty's parade. My friend Sean (not the Sean from Thailand) and I were supposed to meet up with some other peeps, but the crowd was thicker than Andy Rooney's eyebrows. We parked about mile or so away and then had to fight our way through a throng of green beer drinking folks, only to look up and see white stuff floating down from the sky. Yup. It was snowing. Just flurries, but it was snowing.

After catching some beads (of all the thousands of green ones being flung about, I end up with white ones...how appropriate...the gay guy ends up with pearls...lovely), we decided to hike back to the car and go shopping for something to wear to the dinner party.

Between Sean and I, we had about a dozen coupons, but didn't find anything in the respective stores. I think it usually works out that way. So we went to Kohl's and found some cute cheap shirts, and I bought a new pair of black square toe shoes...bitchin', I might add. Nothing like a new pair of shoes to make a young man happy and gay.

On to the dinner party with the older men...

That's where I found myself in a trendy little corner of the city with newly rehab-ed condos. Being the good gay boys we are, Sean and I were armed with a giftbag each with salsa from a specialty shop. Of course that just made the 55-year old gush about how sweet we were.

I say older men. Most all of them were, some in their 30's, 40's, and 50's. No matter the age, I realized a majority of gay men when grouped together, are just as catty and bitchy and dirty. Depressing in a way...to see some things just don't change. Rather than shaking hands, the old queens wouldn't extend an arm, but would grab you and pull you in to kiss your cheek.

The dinner was lasagna, some salad with pears, and bread. The large open bar helped matters immensely.

I met 4 different investment bankers, an interior designer, a couple with an internet business, and then there was "THE DOCTOR". Kevin, a 50-ish ER doctor from Phoenix, was in visiting the party host. Dr. Kevin looks 40-ish, wearing a tight polo and even tighter jeans over his tight little body. Very much like Ted Shackleford from Knotts Landing. Even so, I could see in his eyes and from the tone of his conversation he was looking for a quick hookup. By that time, Sean was pretty buzzed and flirting heavily with the good doctor. Sweet innocent Sean wasn't really picking up on the doctor's intent to do a prostate exam, but he was flirting back by making small talk of his own. I had to laugh. The doctor was giving the green light, and Sean was chit-chatting about this and that trying to talk him up. We'd already missed the GLBT band concert, and I could tell Dr. Kevin Ted Shackleford was getting frustrated with us both, so I suggested we hit the bars.

Honestly, I haven't figured out why Sean likes to rub elbows with the rich, older crowd. He claims it's for the contacts and networking, but I just don't see it at all. It's not like we were parading around in our underwear, although I still felt like I was on display or something.

Even at the bar, Sean was circulating around talking to older men he knew, rather than meeting or checking out the more age appropriate hotties.

After spending a few hours at a bar, I decided my feet hurt (not from the new shoes) and it was time to go.

Sunday meant church, and a video presentation to kick off "Pride" that Thom made. I've seen it before, and I cry every time. I'll try to figure out how to put the you tube link on here.

I didn't get to spend nearly enough time with Sarah at church or after at lunch, so there's not a lot of Sarah says.

When showing off her new black leather and metal handle purse Sarah says, "If you think that's S & M hot, you should see my bondage belt."

At lunch, I was sharing the Sean and Dr. Ted Kevin Shackleford story Sarah says, "Why didn't you just bend over and say "hey i've got this anal mites, do you mind checking them out?"

Then as I was saying bye to her, Sarah says, "wow, i've been off this weekend, there's nothing for Sarah Says, I'm lame."

Never fear folks, I'm heading back up to the Big City this coming weekend for trivia night at church, and I'll spend more time with her and have a whole new set of Sarah Says next week.

Hope your week gets off to a great start!

"W"