I didn't want you guys thinking that my weekend in San Diego was all mooning and moaning over my aforementioned guy. 'Twas not so! I did have my share of fun, though I may not have walked away with the grand prize. Anyway, here's a recap. Friday night started off with a cocktail party with my friends Troy, Andrew & Jim and their friends. Good company, good conversation and a few cocktails got the night started off right. We all went our separate ways after that -- I ended up going to hear DJ Brett Henrichsen spin at 4th & B.
Most of the gang I usually hang out with made other plans for the night.
Fortunately, I ended up seeing a few friends I knew from Phoenix. The turnout was a little disappointing, especially because my friends had tried to buy tickets earlier in the day and were told that it had been sold out. Still, Brett always delivers a solid performance and there was a hunky muscleboy from Salt Lake City who kept making it a point to bump into me. Unfortunately, he had a boyfriend, who I believe was there at the party, so I decided not to pursue things further. I've replayed that party in my mind and questioned whether that was a wise move. Oh well.
Saturday was the parade. I spent a decent bit of time looking for people in my group, but managed to miss them. I did, however, run into plenty of Phoenix boys. I swear, half the town was there. Later that night I ended up heading to Rich's. Despite having arrived when the club was supposed to open, I ended up having to wait 45 minutes in line because they decided not to open on time. To boot, I had a pushy Asian queen hanging all over me and I was too polite to tell him to fuck off. Once I got into the club, however, I was able to relax and have a couple of drinks. One of the club goers that evening was Matthew Rush and a big beefy blond who appeared to be his boyfriend. Coincidentally, I remember the blond from my first White Party in 2001. Rush has always been a big boy but seems to have gotten significantly bigger than the last time I saw him. Personally he's gotten much bigger than I would find attractive, but taste is all subjective, right? I also could have sworn I also saw Dean Phoenix there, who also looked much more worked out than the time he kissed me in Phoenix. I thought he looked better back then... more real. I don't know that he saw me or would have remembered. Didn't think it was really worth bringing up.
Sunday I ended up going to have lunch with a former roommate and then headed off to the Zoo Party. That's always my favorite part of the weekend. I saw quite a number of friends and Phil B did a marvelous set. Tony Moran followed up for the second half and I wasn't really thrilled with him. I would have preferred Phil to do the entire set. Still, I ended up staying until they closed the party. Quite a good time.
In any event, I even though I didn't end up spending much time with the aforementioned someone, that was a choice on my part -- he actually mentioned not really seeing me for most of the party. I'll admit that sometimes I can get lost in my own head. Really, I used to be much worse with that. On the whole, I had a good weekend, even if it wasn't all it could have been. In fact, I noticed that I had a much better time than I would have, given the circumstances, than I would have a few years ago. I've come a long way, even if I haven't quite sorted through everything I'd like. By the time I got home and had a chance to look at things, I realized that I had the weekend I needed, even if I didn't quite get the weekend I might have liked.