You know it's going to be a wild weekend, when you're invited to an absinthe party. The green alcoholic drink, known as the "Green Fairy" was illegal for years because people thought it was a hallucinogen. It's not.
Before you drink it, you have to pour it over a sugar cube with a special absinthe spoon. It's tasty.
And very gay.
I was invited to a little cocktail party of the gay 'demi-monde' of Hudson.
Dictionary.com provides the following definition of 'demi-monde':
"The link between good and bad society ... the world of compromised women...."
These "compromised women" had fun this weekend. You know it's a wild evening, when at 3am, I'M the voice of reason among my friends. And I'm the one who just wrote a blog post telling people that Isabel Sanford lives in the Bliss Tower, and there's a cat accountant at the Muddy Cup.
There is something to this gay 'demi-monde' concept. There's a new group of gay men in Hudson - and we need to get laid! Do not underestimate the powers of horny gay men. Something is building, the critical mass is coming.
Speaking of which, this past Saturday night, most of Hudson was at the Hudson Opera House $75/person dinner event. Everyone was dressed up and walking around town.
It's charity, I know....but if I'm paying $75 for an evening...I want more than just dinner....ya know what I mean? ;)
If I host a dinner next year, you'll want to be on THAT dinner party. This is what it will look like:
I'm warning you now, I may not serve any food. It's a $75/person dinner party, but eat something before you come.
There may only be tossed salad. (oh, you knew that joke was coming....) And some nuts. (haha).
Anyway, what was I talking about? I forget. Here, look at this while I remember, and try to figure out which BLANK he was filling.
- In the world's strangest Indian tribe, instead of passing a peace pipe, they pass a BLANK pipe.
- Unlucky Louie said, "I just won the world's worst contest. First prize is a week in BLANK.
- You know when you're at a really wild party when you see BLANK in every room.
"Oh, 'Hi', good to see you again, Gladys" (not his real name).
He condescendingly said back to me, "Well, that's good....you SHOULD remember me..."
I just smiled and turned away, but I was thinking....what the fuck?
I met him once at a party, that was it.
"You SHOULD remember me...." Please, I can barely remember half the guys I've had sex with, and I SHOULD remember you?
When you're in a bar, and you want to impress someone, or be nice, just say "Hi, how are you?", or, "Nice to see you," or even, "How was your day?"
It's easy, folks....really....
I saw the Bindlestifs perform. I introduced myself to the guy who was doing the sword swallowing -- twenty-four inches! I want his number.
Have you ever been on a date with a guy and you can't wait to take him home and shove your dick in his mouth? Not because you want a blow job, but because you want him to shut the fuck up?
Like Gladys.....I know how you can put your tongue to better use.
THEN, I'd remember you....well, if you're good.
Or, if you can swallow a twenty-four inch sword....