9.30.2004
Yes, Another Gay Bar
Made a brief appearance last night at a gay bar that went way past "dive" and into "dump" territory. My friend Just Joe and his ex were there, drinking Anchor Steam and making fun of each other. It was a beautiful thing - it's so fab to see your friends through their ex's eyes. When the sparkly giddy phase of early infatuation has passed and even calm, knowing acceptance has hit the road, and all that's left is a laser-like ability to push each other's buttons. All out of love, natch.
...Note to self: don't trust a gay bar with an entrance that resembles an adult bookstore. Nondescript metal door, dark, dingy, access only through the back of the building. Hmmm. Anyhoo, there was a 2-for-1 special so whee! Two Miller Lites (the Queen of Beers?) for $2.75. I'm going to another gay bar (chi-chi this time) tomorrow night. ...I need to branch out. Obviously.
Picked up the New Times Best of Phx today. We Phoenicians are lucky enough to live in a town where the "best Italian restaurant," year after tasteless year, is the Olive Garden. What's so confusing is that the NT is supposed to be an "alternative" paper, and yet evidently just because you want to see underground theater and read career-destroying gossip about local bigwigs that doesn't mean you won't read the paper over a big bowl of (Grandpa's favorite) Garlic-Herb Chicken con Broccoli. Mmm, that sounds delish. And yes, the wine does go well with the chicken.
Anyhoo, so this alternarag is an enormous issue (tabloid size) and has a semi-gloss cover with some large local rapper and two fugly chicks in bikinis. I am happy to report, however, that though fugly, they are not emaciated. You can even see the bikini string press into the one on the right's flesh. So that is a good thing. And this comes from a girl who tried on her "winter" jeans this morning and can't get them zipped.
What can we call "fat" now? Graciously endowed? Anti-establishment plump? Independently chubby? All I know is that I got this way through hard work - and a lot of drinking. A lotlotlot of drinking. Mostly in conjunction with crying myself to sleep and mourning the death of my marriage. So I earned these extra inches. My god, I feel, well...blessed.
...Note to self: don't trust a gay bar with an entrance that resembles an adult bookstore. Nondescript metal door, dark, dingy, access only through the back of the building. Hmmm. Anyhoo, there was a 2-for-1 special so whee! Two Miller Lites (the Queen of Beers?) for $2.75. I'm going to another gay bar (chi-chi this time) tomorrow night. ...I need to branch out. Obviously.
Picked up the New Times Best of Phx today. We Phoenicians are lucky enough to live in a town where the "best Italian restaurant," year after tasteless year, is the Olive Garden. What's so confusing is that the NT is supposed to be an "alternative" paper, and yet evidently just because you want to see underground theater and read career-destroying gossip about local bigwigs that doesn't mean you won't read the paper over a big bowl of (Grandpa's favorite) Garlic-Herb Chicken con Broccoli. Mmm, that sounds delish. And yes, the wine does go well with the chicken.
Anyhoo, so this alternarag is an enormous issue (tabloid size) and has a semi-gloss cover with some large local rapper and two fugly chicks in bikinis. I am happy to report, however, that though fugly, they are not emaciated. You can even see the bikini string press into the one on the right's flesh. So that is a good thing. And this comes from a girl who tried on her "winter" jeans this morning and can't get them zipped.
What can we call "fat" now? Graciously endowed? Anti-establishment plump? Independently chubby? All I know is that I got this way through hard work - and a lot of drinking. A lotlotlot of drinking. Mostly in conjunction with crying myself to sleep and mourning the death of my marriage. So I earned these extra inches. My god, I feel, well...blessed.
