The Phone, the Met, and Matty's Sex Tour of LA

The phone is back! Apparently it fell out of my pocket in Joey’s car Thursday night on the way from Changes to R Place. He found it Friday after work. I barely remembered being in Joey’s car, but I’m eternally in his debt for finding it. I went and picked it up last night and feel whole again.

And here’s how my Friday night went: I knocked off work at 5 pm and met up with the newbies from work at the Metropolitan Grill. Predictably it was packed, but we managed to grab a table and got to know each other over a couple of rounds. After the newbies left to go home, I moved over to the bar where I had a heated discussion with a co-worker and his friend about politics. My two beers turned into 5, and my departure from 7 pm until 9 pm. Yes, I sat at the Met for 4 hours drinking beer and arguing about President Bush. But on the upside, I got a great job lead for Carlos.

When I got home, Carlitos was watching Amor Real and eating Chinese takeout. Woodsy was on the phone in the livingroom, and told me Joey had found my phone. So I explained to Carlos I had to get it, then ran up to Wallingford to pick up the phone. And since I was in the neighborhood, stopped in at Changes for a quick beer with Seth. Seth graciously bought me a shot of Tuaca, but I just couldn't drink it. After my beer I had a couple of waters, and then said my good-byes and left him chatting with the regulars. Robert was there with his SMOKIN' boyfriend, but he's having a spat with Seth, so they kept their distance.

Meanwhile, Matty’s sex tour of LA continues. Thursday night he went to a Chi Chi LaRue's private party at the Abbey. Apparently, it was full of porn stars wearing baggy jeans that were falling off their asses. And since that didn't get them enough attention, they were flashing their junk to anyone who would look. Paul flew down for the event, and was in abosolute heaven. Matty was happy because Blake from Manhunt was bartending shirtless. And he was speedy. At making drinks.

Then last night, after I got home and was sleeping the sleep of the innocent, I got a text from Matty saying, “I’m going to a bath house.” The sex tour of LA continues, I can’t wait to hear about this.