Hiya. It’s Monday and once again, time for the Monday update of the weekend’s excitement. Friday closed out the work week by heading to The Globe with Arlie, Adam, and Ben for a beer or two. Came home and phoned Colin who was ready to go out. Headed over to his hood - Shoreditch. Ate some Japanese food and then walked to a club/bar down the street. Mmmmnn, we discovered that they actually have Anchor Steam on tap - which is by no means a small surprise being in the UK. There was some cheesy wannabe ragga ragga playing in the downstairs club so we wandered down there. Not too exciting.

At about 1-ish Colin decided that he had to go home - party pooper! I was in a mood, so I decided to stay out and go to 333 by myself. Got in line and got accosted by boys that felt the need to tell me of their hatred for Americans (yes, I do get that a lot). There are many people in the UK that feel the need to voice their opinion on this subject. Americans have no culture, no history, and we all carry guns. Blah blah blah. Didn’t really want to tell him that most of the people here happen to be inbred with fucked up teeth (sorry to any of my Brit friends)… Alas, I kept my cool as much as I could. My favorite bit of the conversation was when he learned that I had moved from San Francisco. He said - well, it’s a surprise that you don’t have a flower in your hair. WTF?!? I love stereotypes. Rock on Mad Cow Disease…

Finally got in and then spent the next few hours dancing my ass off. Left at 5 am and walked to Colin’s flat and passed out. Got home to a hungry Roley at 8 am.

me n myself at 333

Woke up around noon and phoned Colin because Saturday was Mardi Gras - London Gay Pride at Finsbury Park day. Can’t believe that I was in any state to go anywhere, but since I had promised, I dragged my funky hungover ass out of bed and got on the tube.

mr gay southhampton and colin

Arg. It’s been almost two weeks and my memory of that long past gay pride night is fading. Basically, Colin and I ran around Finsbury Park looking at hot men. Drank a bunch of beers, met porn stars, took pics with drag queens and then left. Arlie had reservations at Nobu that evening, so in our drunken state we ate our expensive (but very good sushi). Somehow ended up back in the midst of Pride celebrations. Arlie picked up some boys Rich and Daz who we hung out with all night long. Went to G A Y and watched Hear Say (the UK’s Popstars) and danced unfulfilled with hot gay men all night until 4:00 am. Caught a mini cab home and didn’t leave my house until monday morning.

arlie and the 18 year old not gay boy