It was a hot and steamy Saturday when some mates and I decided to venture out to the West Village. Besides being a gay stronghold (which by all accounts, it was), there were a lot of people out roaming and enjoying the nightlife. Many leggy models, drag queens, and even a transgender night at one of the bars (I'm sure a picture'll be up soon.) We eventually found a nice little cafe called Doma, where we ordered a plate of cheese (goat cheese and St. Andre's, to be exact) and we all got nice drinks (I got a nice cranberry-pineapple juice). Dreidel had to eat so much goat-cheese, she almost threw up. Emerald and Juan Carlos shared a very intimate moment. All I have to say is that they shared bodily fluids... it also involved olives.
Anyone else want to come out?
There are people in my room again.
I really need sleep.
Achtung baby,
Penguin
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3 comments:
childhood horror stories too!!
You can write that one. :)
Take me with you the next time you go to these crazy seedy places. I miss gay strongholds, they remind me of home.
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