The Neverending Story

Disclaimer: I normally don’t blog about parties and stuff, but Francecso said I had to quote him on my blog. He gets what he wants. I know, Francesco. I know. THREE. *meow*

Everything is behind the cut tag.

Last night, I met up with Damien and Francesco for dinner, drinks and mayhem. They brought along their friend, Scott, whom they were visiting in LA. Scott and I have a mutual work connection which was random and awesome all at once. We are totally going dancing and soon!

Needless to say, Damien, Francesco and I *clicked.* Throw Scott in the mix and we were the Golden Girls: Blanche, Dorothy, Sophia and Rose. I’ll let you guess who was who. The boys ‘sang’ me a song at dinner, which was hilarious and frightening. Love it. Why oh why is that NOT on film. ha ha ha! I captured a little cigarette bunny nonsense on my camera, but it’s dark and there is a lot of background noise. The whole night was full of hugs and kisses. We just couldn’t stop the freelove.

After dinner we went to the club: Scott and Francesco in the ‘corvette convertible’ and Damien and I in my bitchmobile. When we rolled up to the spot, it had a long ass line. Francesco totally read my mind. He said. “We are not line people. If we have to wait we aren’t going.” I hate waiting in line. I’ll admit it, I’m spoiled with no patience. Isn’t that what the guest list is for-to avoid the lines? Thanks to Scott, we didn’t have to wait to get into the club and we got drink tickets! Werk!

For the record, I’m getting used to getting spun around, and introduced to people when I go out. At the club Scott was the ringleader. We met so many people. Francesco, Damien and Tamara ‘signed autographs.’

“Well I’m down on my knees again”–Depeche Mode. Sometimes, I just can’t help myself.

Upon the arrival of Janice Dickinson,co-host of GayVN 2009, we decided to move on. We sucked down drinks and bounced.

And I quote:

“When Janice came, we left! ” Francesco announced, walking down Santa Monica Blvd.

We wandered to another club, hand in hand, merrily we rolled along, before deciding to call it a night. Totally didn’t want the night to end and the parting was made of more hugs, kisses and petting. We were the touchy feelly bunch! It’s all in the name of love.

Tongues rule. Someone got licked, twice if I recall correctly. *vbg*

Much like my weekend in San Fran, I had so much fun, I forgot to take photos. My camera is faulty at best and much to Francesco’s chagrin, they forgot theirs at Scott’s. So, no me in Stag TV next month. *frown* We managed to get a few pics in before the alcohol completely took over. Looking at them now I think the the drinks *had* already kicked in! That’s not a shaved pineapple, it’s a coconut!

Francesco, we will have an overload of photos and vids of us soon. Trust.

Spain will be another chapter in our Neverending Story, children.

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