The last head of the year, and other titilating tales

The past few days have been quite busy, I spent Thursday in Manhattan. I was supposed to meet Mr Subway for lunch, but he was in a meeting that ran long, so we decided to push it off till next week. I ended up doing some shopping, and some celeb spotting. While near Rockerfeller I saw Andy Cohen (from Bravo) and I also spotted a guy whose blog I read - about a boy and his briefs, lol.

That night I had a joint birthday event to attend. A couple friends were celebrating at Vlada. I don't hang out there often, but clearly I should ;) Lots of friends, and new people of course. It was alot of fun but at one point I went out for some fresh air. I noticed a cute guy sitting on the steps outside having a beer and a cigarette. I bummed one off him and sat down. We got chatting, he moved to NYC 3 weeks ago from Boston, but is originally German. He had such a strong American accent up until that point I had no clue he was from another country. We chatted for a while and I popped back in to see what was going on upstairs. It was a drag show of some sort so I just headed back to my boy. We had another cig, he was living with a roommate in a studio. Anyway we chatted some more, he kept on telling me I was cute and probably meet alot of hot guys. He wasn't the only one telling me that, the bouncer did too, and the drag queen, and some random straight girl that was having a cigarette near us. Anyway we got another beer and since we weren't heading back to either of our places, we just made do with what privacy we could get, i.e. the bathroom stall. I won't go into much detail, i'll just say it was hot!. That is one german blood sausage I wouldn't mind having again ;) We did what we did, and then parted ways. I found the remains of the party, finished my beer and then everyone left. I went home a satisfied man. Being that Friday night began Rosh Hashana - literally the head of the year, it is only appropriate that on the previous night I got my last head of the year, lol.

Of course when you have a late night, you sleep in the next day. I got invited out to a couple Rosh Hashana dinners in Manhattan. There is a saying in Yiddish that one can't dance at two weddings simultaneously. Or in this case, one can't eat with the gays in 2 separate locations, so dinner with Mr Splash it was to be. I spent all afternoon running around, from Brooklyn to Manhattan, around Manhattan then back to Brooklyn, around Brooklyn, get ready and head back to Manhattan. I met my host at the synagogue but services already ended. I was going to go in when I saw someone I knew. FML. So I just hung around outside until he came out, but he was waiting for me inside becuase I told him i'd meet him at the synagogue. Eventually he came out and we headed off to his place. Of course the guests weren't expected just yet, so we just hung around, a friend of his was babysitting his baby.

It was a really nice meal, though gays run on their own schedule and come when they want. The food was great The company was interesting and fun. There was one couple, and a few singles. 3 of the guy had been married (to women) with kids and were now divorced. One of the guys was a total lech, and hits on me everytime he sees me and I turn him down. Of course the next time he sees me he does the same thing not remembering we went through this already. Probably because he's had a good few to drink every time we meet, lol. And lastly there was a younger guy, about a year older than me. And he was hot! And I recognized him from facebook, of course. At one point he said he was going outside for a cigarette and asked if anyone else smoked. My head was telling me 'say yes! say yes! and join him' but i didn't. And he went to smoke alone. I probably should have said yes, but oh well.

The food was fantastic, fish and salads and beef and turkey and chicken and sweet potato pie and kugel and potato pastries and cakes and i'm sure i'm forgetting something but it was really really good food! And lots of lots of wine (probably half of it being drunk by the guy I wasn't interested in). He offered me a ride back to Brooklyn - he was taking hot cigarette boy too. I said yes and all i'm gonna say is I'm glad i made it back alive.

Thats it for this post, happy new year to all my readers,
j