Friday, February 2, 2024

In Which We Invade Hollywood

 

Secret Agent Fred and I have journeyed down south to Los Angeles.  Leaving San Francisco is not something I ever consider lightly, but Fred has started yet another round of chemo and was looking for a distraction.  

We were scheduled to hit the road at noon, so I set my alarm for last minute o'clock.  It startled me when it went off and I thought "What the hell is THAT?  Do I have something to do today?" Fortunately, before I could roll over and fall back asleep, I remembered our travel plans.  Oh, mrpeenee, you are just a card 

The airport was exactly what it always is: frantically rushing to squeeze through the most stressful part of the trip immediately followed by sitting around being bored, with a $6 bag of Skittles.

We are snuggled in at a sweet little hotel I like in West Hollywood, the gay ghetto of LA. At one time, Fred and I would have been out terrorizing the queer bars, but now we have settled for ice cream from room service.

Plans are vague (what a surprise for the two of us) except to hang out with friends who have the questionable taste to live here.  Fred and I made some cheap talk about museum visiting. We'll see.

Also, every time I type something that starts with a "t" my auto correct immediately jumps to the conclusion that I am writing about tacos.  I will take that as a sign and plan on Mexican food while we're here.  As if that is a surprise.

Fellow travelers:

Brandy Martignago, looking all SoCal.



The extra beefy buttchops of Buck Hayes.



Gianluigi Volti before his regrettable clown tats.



Anonymous, but artsy, ass.



Daniele Montana looking extra pretty just for you.



Atheleisure is yet another made up word of which I do not approve. 




13 comments:

  1. "But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day
    And I say, what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A.?"


    Jx

    PS Is it just me, or does Daniele Montana remind me of Mark Zuckerberg?

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    1. I hadn't realized it, but you are quite right, he does sort of look like a more human version of Zuck.

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  2. You are lucky your auto correct comes up with "tacos" rather than "tapioca." Good luck settling on which museum to visit, but you'll probably enjoy just about any of them.

    Anonymous, too

    PS: You mean Gianluigi Volti got even MORE regrettable clown tats than seen here??

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    1. Oh, the tattoos now cover all of that beautiful skin on his arms, shoulders and tiddies.

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  3. Life as a geriatric queer is so very fatiguing. God knows how I make it through the day most times. Today is nice enough to sit on the front porch ogling the 20 to 40 somethings roaming up and down the hill in front of my house.

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    1. That sounds like my idea of the perfect vacation, not all this go-go-go nonsense.

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    2. You picked a great time to be in LA. Any whitewater rafting plans?

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  4. Bonne sélection d'hommes beaux -sensuels, sexuels et désirables. :)
    Martignago, Montana et Volti avec leurs beaux physiques et leurs phallus engorgés, très sucable.
    Hayes avec son beau derrière callipygien, très baisable.
    L'athlète blond inconnu devrait être nu pour savourer son excellence.
    -Beau Mec

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    1. This joint is so fucking internationale, I can hardly stand it.

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    2. You know what we say, Ooolalala

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    3. The word of the day is callipygian.

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    4. Really? I thought it was mentulomania.
      Anonymous, too

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